The weather in City B has gradually warmed up, but sooner or later it still brings some chill, and there is cold fog in the air.
The recording camp is in the large venue in the entertainment area, and the company arranged for the trainees who wanted to participate in the show to go there. In addition to Cen Feng, three other trainees were also selected this time, and they were all very excited and looking forward to being on the rowing stage early.
When they learned that Cen Feng would be on the show with them, all three of them were quite surprised. After all, his weirdness is well known in Zhongtian, and Cen Feng's strength is strong. When performing with him, his eyes must be on him, and the three of them didn't mention inviting him to rehearse.
Three people in the bus sat in front of the bus and chatted excitedly. Cen Feng sat in the back to sleep. He slowly put on his hat until the bus stopped, and then got off the bus without saying a word with the suitcase.
Trainees from various companies have gathered in the open space outside the venue, some have already formed groups in the company, and some individuals, most of whom are just adults, everyone is enthusiastic, and the occasional eyes are full of expectation and ambition.
The staff in charge of reception took a big loudspeaker and stood under the umbrella shed nearby, calling for the new trainees to come and sign in.
Cen Feng dragged his luggage and walked over. As soon as he approached, a boy rushed over, running too fast without stopping the car, and hitting his left shoulder.
Cen Feng moved aside two steps, and the boy breathlessly apologized: "Brother, I'm sorry!" Then he asked the staff: "Is it here to sign in?"
The staff handed over the sign-in book and pen: "Yes."
The boy turned his head and glanced at Cen Feng. Cen Feng said, "You go first."
He grinned, dangling a row of teeth, and immersed his head in writing. He was very fast, filling in less than thirty seconds, and handed the pen to Cen Feng.
Cen Feng thanked him and leaned over to fill in the message. Name, age, length of practice, affiliated agency, debut, and combination are all on the form and need to be filled in truthfully.
Cen Feng saw that the boy's information in the previous column was "none" except for his name and age.
After filling in his information, he returned the sign-in book to the staff. More than half an hour before the assembly and admission, he looked around, planning to find a corner with a small number of people to stay for a while. After two steps, the boy just followed and asked him very familiarly: " Brother, are you alone?"
Cen Feng nodded slightly.
He was excited as if he had met his relatives, and said, "Me too! Eh, let's have a company! These people seem to know each other, and we must unite if we are alone!"
After speaking, Cen Feng nodded, and put his arm on his shoulder very enthusiastically: "My name is Zhou Mingyu, what is your name?"
Cen Feng turned on his side, avoiding his shoulders and putting his back, and the eyes under the brim of his hat gave him a cold look.
Zhou Mingyu still didn't know it, and with a silly look, followed him all the way to the steps covered with fallen leaves. Seeing Cen Feng sitting down, he also sat down beside him, propped his head and asked: "Brother, what is your name? Do you have a brokerage company? I don't have any, I don't know anything, and I have never been a trainee. , I’m very curious about your trainees, and I want to come and have a look."
He paused, and sighed sadly: "The girls I like like trainees. What's the difference from me? I just watched them, and some of them are not as handsome as I am."
Cen Feng: "..."
He found that even if this person ignored him, he could still talk to himself for a day.
Zhou Mingyu talked for a long time, Cen Feng knew that he had a big golden retriever where he lived, and at the end he asked enthusiastically: "By the way, what is your name?"
A staff member not far away shouted with a loudspeaker: "All the trainees, come here to gather."
Cen Feng stood up and patted the ashes on his pants. I looked up and saw Zhou Mingyu waiting expectantly, and finally said quietly: "Cen Feng."
After finishing speaking, drag the luggage and walk towards the assembly direction.
Zhou Mingyu stood motionless as if struck by lightning, completely losing his vitality, staring at the back of Cen Feng's further and further away.
Cen Feng...
He is Cen Feng! ! !
This rival who ruined his unparalleled love! ! !
The vengeance of taking his wife is not shared! ! !
Zhou Mingyu stomped angrily and walked over with his luggage. Cen Feng stood in the back row, and Yu Guang saw the boy talking about tuberculosis coming over. He thought he was going to chatter again, but in the end he just stood to the side and didn't speak anymore.
Hundreds of trainees arrived, and the person in charge said with a trumpet: "Welcome everyone to the "Young Idol" recording camp. In the next three months, you will receive closed training and performances, and then we will advance to the venue. Good luck to everyone after completing the first round of rating. Come, line up, and follow me in."
The camera next to it has already started shooting and fetching material.
There was a round of applause and cheers, you pushed me to get in the line, and followed the person in charge in noisy.
The performance venue is right in the middle, and it took about ten minutes to walk through the door. The venue is very well designed. Many indoor variety shows were recorded here before. This time it was packaged by Chenxing, and the entire venue was affixed with the logo of "Young Idol".
After entering, the luggage is put in the storage room, and then separate rest rooms are allocated to the trainees according to the company they belong to.
Cen Feng is with the other three trainees in Zhongtian. Sponsored products and Shao Ou's promotional stands are placed in the rest room, and there are hidden cameras in the corners. But everyone knows that there are cameras, but they don’t know where they are.
Some people with active personality started looking for cameras to play with them as soon as they entered the room.
After Cen Feng went in, he didn't look up as soon as he sat on the sofa. The other three people looked at him twice, and when they met each other, there was a message in their eyes: it was still the virtue.
They looked around in the room, sat down two positions with Cen Feng, and began to chat in a low voice.
-"Who do you think can be in C position this time?"
— "Chenxing's, their own program will definitely push their own trainees, and the camera will definitely give more."
— "That's not necessarily. In case there is a stronger player, the audience will still pay for it."
— "Nine places, I don't want a C place, just give me the ninth place."
— "Do your spring and autumn dreams. Didn't you see Cool outside just now? Seven people have been on a lot of shows, have rich stage experience, and have a fan base. Cool alone will occupy seven spots."
—"I also saw Bian Qi and Fu Xingyan! Isn't this kind of big guys making solo debuts by themselves? Why do they come here!"
—"This is Chenxing! Don't you want to come?"
The three of them talked and glanced aside.
Cen Feng is sleeping with his head buried in his head.
Their voices were even lower: "This is not the case. Although the personality is strange, it is also a good idea to use the strength."
After staying in the rest room for more than 20 minutes, staff members came to each room one after another to prepare for admission.
For the sake of fairness, the order of admission was decided by the trainees by drawing lots. Cen Feng drew sixty-nine, and the other three drew thirty-three.
There is a large room outside the entrance passage, where the trainees with the highest number are waiting for admission. Before entering the venue, you must first grade it yourself. There are a total of five ABCDF levels.
If you are more confident, get an AB, if you are not confident, get a CD. If you have a clear understanding of yourself or are very humble, get an F. Zhou Mingyu came out in tenth place and got an F for himself.
From entering the venue, cameras from all directions started shooting. Although it is a self-made draft by Chenxing, the shooting team and the director team are still professionals in the docking circle. It is an outsourcing nature, but it is coordinated by Chenxing.
In the recording room of the chief director, Xu Jiexing was holding a bowl of instant noodles, and looking at the familiar face on the machine screen, he almost spewed out the instant noodle soup.
She pointed to the machine in horror: "Who picked him in???"
The group leader of Yushufang looked at the boy named Zhou Mingyu on the screen, "Interview group, right? What's wrong?"
Xu Dixing: I will kill Zhou Mingyu.
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