When she said this, her eyes were warm and bright, and her voice was soft, as if she was carefully guarding some treasure.
Cen Feng suddenly remembered the game video he saw on the computer a long time ago. The little girl looked into the camera and said, "Thank you for the light."
That's similar.
The little girl in those years has grown up, like a rose blooming quietly, wrapped in fragrance and beautiful, but for so many years, the look in his eyes has remained the same as before and has never changed.
He seemed to realize something.
But I can't believe it.
So the next moment, he concealed the sudden throbbing of his heart and denied everything.
Cen Feng turned his gaze to the other side, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, but don't send it again in the future, I don't lack anything."
Xu Qiexing nodded "Uh-huh", swiftly put the unwrapped gift on the table back into the trolley, and said happily, "Brother, I will ask the staff to help you send the gift back to the dormitory. You go back for training. Bar!"
After speaking, he thought of something, and found out the massager in the cart and handed it to him: "This can be taken with you. Press it when you rest for a while. Don't leave any muscle strain injuries."
Cen Feng stretched out his hand to take it, nodded and said okay.
Xu Jiexing happily waved his little hand: "Goodbye, brother!"
He smiled: "Well, see you next time."
Xu Jiexing thought of something, and then hurriedly asked: "By the way, brother, it will be your first stage performance in a few days. Do you have any requirements for styling clothes?!"
There is an aura of "whatever you want, I will satisfy you".
Cen Feng laughed, tilted his head and asked, "You are responsible for my style?"
Xu Zhixing was a little embarrassed at once, lowered his eyes and nodded shyly, and said in a low voice: "Yeah~"
There is an unconsciously gentle voice in his voice: "Then you can arrange it, I believe your professionalism."
Xu Jiexing was encouraged by idol, his eyes brightened: "Okay!"
Cen Feng nodded and walked out. When he reached the door, he glanced back subconsciously. Xu Jiexing was still standing on the spot, looking at his back with big eyes reluctantly, and seeing him turning around, quickly took away his reluctance and waved happily.
The tip of his heart trembled inexplicably, then he turned around and speeded up his pace and walked away.
When returning to the training room, the nine team members were lying on the ground all the time, still resting. When I walked to the door, I met Ying Xuze who was walking around. He rubbed his shoulders and put his back on his back: "Brother Feng, I heard Ah Ran said that you took the dance off?"
Cen Feng slapped his arm down, and he made a sound "Yeah".
Ying Xuze has long been accustomed to his temperament, and didn't mind, he leaned over and shook his thumb at him like Erha: "Nice and awesome! I heard that the dance in Group A next door was taught by the teacher. Bian Qi only picked half of it!"
Like Shi Ran, he likes to get started as he talks, and swaying Cen Feng’s arm there: "Brother Feng, I want to be with you, too. We will be the next group. I also want the boss to help. Dance, okay?"
Cen Feng: "..."
Fu Xingyan happened to pass by while biting on a popsicle, shivering with goose bumps, and Ying Xuze gave a glance: "I'm not ashamed of it."
This time, Ying Xuze and Fu Xingyan were in a group. After a few days of mixing, they got close to each other and said excitedly: "Xingyan, come on, let's steal Brother Feng into our group. Come and come, let's stand alone. !"
When Shi Ran heard them talking at the door, a carp fisherman got up and ran over, dragging Cen Feng into the classroom: "Ying Xuze, what are you doing! Don't steal our captain! You go away!"
Ying Xuze: "?"
He pointed angrily and pointed to Shi Ran: "Okay, you ungrateful man, who used to be called Ozawa Ze from the other person, now he is called the name of the other person, and kicked me away when he hugged a new thigh! You have no heart!"
Shi Ran: "Slightly slightly."
Fu Xing looked at them speechlessly, threw a sentence of "childishness", and walked away coldly with a popsicle.
Ying Xuze has learned the dance of their group these days, so he went back to practice in no hurry. He followed Cen Feng to the front of the classroom and sat down, and asked Shi Ran, "How are you doing? Are the movements good? "
He fainted when he mentioned this Shi Yan, and said dullly: "This dance is too difficult." He glanced at Cen Feng apologetically, "We are dragging down Brother Feng."
Cen Feng took off his hat and brushed away the broken hair that was soaked in sweat and stuck to his forehead: "Nothing."
He looked at the team member who was still paralyzed, and said quietly: "Get up, continue training."
Everyone got up and stood up obediently. Cen Feng jumped and taught, not only watching their positions, but also watching their movements.
Ying Xuze sat in front and watched for a long time, and gave a pertinent evaluation: "A king brings nine bronzes."
He had heard about it before, and now he saw Cen Feng dancing with his own eyes, only to know how strong he was. Every action is never muddled, crisp and beautiful, and the balance and coordination are the best he has mastered among people he has seen for so many years.
This is the true level of seven years of practice.
Ying Xuze suddenly realized that if Cen Feng wanted to fight for the C position, he would be fine.
When he dances, you can't take your eyes off of him at all. This is a person who is born on the stage.
But realizing this, he was actually quite calm, not much unwilling and disappointed, not as good as others, willing to worship the wind, and even faintly developed a sense of worship.
Uuuuufeng Feng danced really well, and I won't chase Uzumaki Naruto or Straw Hat Luffy anymore. Isn't it good to chase a real person? You can also have intimate contact.
Ying Xuze thought so, and when Cen Feng sat down to take a rest and drink water, he stretched out his hand and touched his abdominal muscles.
Cen Feng: "?" He was almost choked. He turned his head and stared at Ying Xuze without expression, saying, "What are you doing?"
What did I do? Xu? I didn't mean to be the fault of worship. Ze: "...I have bigger abdominal muscles than either of us."
He was stared with indifferent eyes by Cen Feng and asked tentatively, "Would you like to touch me too?"
Cen Feng: "... No."
Ying Xuze was actually a little disappointed: "You really don't touch it?"
Cen Feng: "..."
He unscrewed a new bottle of drink and blocked his mouth.
In the afternoon, Shi Lin came to the training room as a vocal instructor to give targeted guidance to the trainees. He first went to Group A where Bian Qi was. The members of Group A were strong and performed very well. Although the last sentence of the most difficult treble was flawed, it improved a lot after his guidance, as long as he practiced more.
On the way to Group B, I couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Group B is at the level of Class F as a whole, and the most difficult song is still picked. The only one of Class B’s Burning is a rapper. Although Cen Feng has hidden his strength before, in fact, the dance is good, but the time is right for him. The vocal did not expect.
When I walked into the classroom, I saw Cen Feng squatting in front of Shi Ran, tapping his hands to correct the rhythm and cohesion of his English rap.
It just happened to sing the phrase "The world needs to scream to wake up". Shi Ran couldn't sing well. Cen Feng gave him a demonstration. When he sang rap, his voice was deep and thick, with a clear grain. Low.
It was the first time Shi Lin heard him rap, and he was a little surprised, but the trainees in the classroom had already discovered him and stood up to say hello.
Cen Feng whispered to Shi Ran, "Practice later."
Then got up and stood up.
Shi Lin walked to the front of the stage and asked with a smile: "How is your song practice?"
Everyone was chattering and sitting next to the keyboard: "Come and sing once, and I will listen to it." He opened the score and asked, "Who is responsible for the last treble?"
Everyone pointed to Cen Feng excitedly, and Cen Feng said quietly: "It's me."
Shi Lin looked at him unexpectedly.
He had a very bad impression of Cen Feng in the first issue. He also heard him sing. I don't know if it was because he deliberately lowered his voice. Shi Lin always thought he could only sing bass.
That treble is not just a high octave, but also a test of singing skills and skills.
He tried the keys and said nothing: "Well, let's get started."
Everyone started singing along with his accompaniment. Each part of Cen Feng is divided according to the characteristics of the players, and he has guided sentence by sentence for a few days. Whether it is a separate part or a chorus, there is no problem. Shi Lin also nodded while playing.
The situation is much better than he expected.
It's just that he found that Cen Feng had never sung alone, and he sang in harmony throughout the whole process, until the last sentence, after the note, his clear voice resounded like an empty valley, easily rising to a high octave.
The last sound of Shi Lin didn't fall, and he was completely shocked by his voice.
Such a clean and clear throat is born to eat vocal rice. And just now I heard his bass rap, his range is extremely large, and when roughly counted, he has crossed at least 13 scales.
Shi Lin looked at the indifferent youth on the opposite side with a complicated expression.
The prejudice in my heart has completely disappeared, and some are just regrets and puzzles. Why give up such a great talent
It's not the first time the players listened, but they were still amazed by the captain and clapped excitedly. Shi Lin paused for a while before he spoke: "Cen Feng, you sing very well, and you are basically at the professional level of vocal. I apologize for what I said before that you lived up to seven years of practice."
He was still indifferent, and only said in a polite tone: "No, it's okay, thank you teacher."
Shi Lin smiled: "There is basically no major problem with the vocal chorus part of your group, but Zhou Mingyu's solo part is a bit out of tune, come and sing with me."
Zhou Mingyu was a little bit embarrassed to be called individually, and began to follow Shi Lin's sentence and sentence to correct it.
We didn't leave until the evening, and we all went to dinner together, and then went back to the classroom to rehearse.
As time passed day by day, the performance was getting closer and closer, and the rehearsal of the trainees also entered a white-hot stage. The tutors began to check and accept the results in groups one by one.
The two teams competing against each other performed in the same classroom, allowing the instructors to have a more intuitive and clear contrast.
"Scream" is basically the group with the most disparity in strength among all group duels. One is all top students in the AB class, and the whole is the level of the F class. The instructors actually have a good idea before the acceptance.
Group A jumps first, and Bian Qi is in C position without any accident. He has a very strong overall personal strength and is also the most outstanding one. Although his personal color is too strong, the focus of the entire team is on him, but the overall performance of Group A It's still very complete and smooth.
Although Group B has rehearsed for so many days and the movements have been remembered, but the strength is not good, and the dance is done in a satisfactory manner. The coordination, continuity and explosiveness are not as good as Group A. The only amazing thing is Cen Feng. NS.
He finally did not paddle again this time. Although he was given very few parts and the position was always on the very end, but his turn was completed meticulously, especially the high pitch, which shocked everyone on the scene. Everyone's eyes widened.
But his part is really too small, no matter how good his performance is, it is not enough to let everyone focus on him, thereby enhancing the overall appreciation of Group B.
After the performance of Group B, Ning Sile immediately frowned and asked: "I want to know, how was the C position selected? Who is the part? Why do you put Cen Feng in the most inconspicuous position?"
Everyone looked at each other, not daring to speak, Cen Feng raised his head and said quietly, "I divided it."
Ning Sile was taken aback, thinking of his previous remarks, he understood.
The instructors didn’t speak, Shi Ran was a little apprehensive, and hesitated to say: “Now it’s too late to change the C position. In fact, I also think...”
Cen Feng interrupted his words, "No, you are doing very well." He looked at the players who were all a little frustrated, and there was no more stingy smile, and the corners of his lips were curled, and he said softly: "Now The overall viewing angle of this arrangement is very average. Everyone has their own position and performance. Believe me, this is very good."
Everyone understands what he meant.
If he is in C position, based on his performance, the focus of the audience must be on him alone, who will notice them? I'm afraid it is only for the background and the dancer.
It is true that he has a personal desire to not want to perform, but no matter what, he really sacrificed himself and made everyone better.
The players all looked at him with red eyes.
At this point, the instructor is not good to say anything, but just commented: "Compared with Group A, your positioning is not consistent enough, and your movements are not neat enough. Let's hurry up and continue rehearsing. Especially Zhou Mingyu."
Zhou Mingyu was shocked when he was called again.
Ning Sile said: "You are the shortcoming of this team. You have caused many of the mistakes just now, and you need to cheer."
Zhou Mingyu nodded repeatedly.
After the acceptance, as soon as the instructor left, the team members returned to their classrooms to continue rehearsing. Group B also really felt the gap with Group A today, and could not wait to start training as soon as it arrived in the classroom.
Zhou Mingyu was too sleepy to leave until early in the morning. He also packed up and prepared to go back to the dormitory. Cen Feng called him: "Practice for another two hours."
Zhou Mingyu's facial features were wrinkled into a ball: "No way, I'm so tired."
Seeing that Shi Ran had reached the door, he quickly trot to follow, planning to leave together.
Cen Feng said coldly: "Shi Ran, close the door."
Shi Ran was the only one who refused to follow him, and immediately went out, closed the door, pulled the doorknob, and made faces at Zhou Mingyu outside.
Zhou Mingyu almost died of anger, pulled it twice and didn't pull it apart, lying on the ground like a shame: "Then I will sleep here! Anyway, I won't practice!"
He closed his eyes for a long time without hearing Cen Feng's voice, and quietly opened one eye to look aside. Cen Feng was still sitting on the spot, lowered his eyes and said quietly, "Get up when you have enough rest."
He was suddenly a little discouraged, and said dullly: "I shouldn't be here."
Cen Feng glanced at him: "But you are here." He said, "It doesn't matter how you are, but you can't hurt others. This is a group stage. Your performance may determine the final stay of the team members. We can't. Because I influence the lives of others."
Zhou Mingyu licked her dry lips, got up a few seconds later, and shouted: "Come on!"