Wen Zezhen has never been to the show group since that substitute class.
It wasn't that he deliberately avoided Rong Yuheng, but that Ke Ting didn't give him a chance. Ke Ting's tour has just come to an end, and there will be plenty of time to participate in the program recording after that.
Rong Yuheng's daily life is as usual, learning dance with Huang Jianing and Zou Yi, singing and singing with Pu Zaixi, and by the way, rubbing Bian Chen's rap, and occasionally rubbing Zhou Shubai, who is trembling all day.
The posture is comfortable and not like a mortal.
This ordinary and compact daily life ended with a phone call from the agent Xu Sun.
Xu Sun's phone call happened to be called the night before the promotion, and the voice on the phone was hot and hot.
"Xiao Rong, perform well in the promotion competition tomorrow, I have given you a place in a variety show, "Guests from afar", you know, what a popular variety show! There is a half-hour segment that requires someone to go through the scene. , although the weight is not heavy, it has a camera anyway, which is especially suitable for you."
Rong Yuheng had heard of this variety show before. One of his brothers on the road especially liked a resident female guest named Ju Ziyi in it. He often ran to the show crew and squatted.
Thinking about it this way, he was looking forward to going to the show crew to capture this scene with his own eyes.
Rong Yuheng said, "Thank you Brother Sun, I will do my best and strive to perform well."
Xu Sun's voice hesitated for a moment, and then a noise mixed with electric current came through the microphone, which seemed a little weak.
"...you just play normally."
Rong Yuheng, "Okay."
The next day is the qualifying round.
It's still the same time, the same place, but there are a few less companions compared to the last time.
Thinking that five members will be eliminated after the promotion this time, those who are in the top or the bottom will inevitably feel a little depressed.
Zhou Shubai didn't speak a word from the moment he got on the bus, no matter how many flowers Rong Yuheng bloomed for him, he couldn't get back his usual bourgeois smile.
After trying to no avail, he gave up categorically, and only reached out and hugged the former, trying to melt his frozen heart with fiery love.
Knowing the cause and effect, Zou Yi couldn't help but sigh, "Fortunately, my family doesn't oppose me, and even if they oppose me, they can't stop me."
Zhou Shubai heard the words and became even more sad.
Zou Yi, "But your brother is too exaggerated. You even brought bodyguards into the show team to arrest people. What kind of bossy appearance is this?"
Pu Zaixi replied, "It's okay, if I want to say an exaggeration, Shubai was exaggerated at the beginning. He is a real rich young master who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world." The door…”
Rong Yuheng, "..." Well, don't say it anymore, he felt that Zhou Shubai's sorrow was about to flow upstream into the Brahmaputra.
A few people's gossip like a knife ended at the moment the bus arrived at the TV station. A group of people got out of the car and went to the dressing room together.
There were other star artists on the TV station to record the program. The students felt excited when they met along the way. One of the stars said hello when they saw Shan Qi.
Pu Zaixi caught the light of gossip flashing in Rong Yuheng's eyes, and whispered, "It seems that there are people in Brother Qi's family, so he knows a lot of people."
Rong Yuheng nodded, "Brother Qi seems to have sprouted under the influence of art."
Pu Zaixi was already taken aback by his wonderful wording. After all, he can bloom himself, so what if someone else sprouted a bud.
After entering the dressing room, everyone waited for makeup in the order of appearance.
Rong Yuheng drew No. 13 again this time, and he was already numb.
The player in front was putting on makeup, so he went outside to practice first. Xu Sun told him that he should do his best in this qualifying competition and not perform well.
He's going to practice how to play less than normal.
The shoulder injury is not completely healed, but it is not serious, and it can be overcome with a little patience. Rong Yuheng practiced against the large reflective glass for a while, and was tilting her head to wink when she saw a person turn out from the corridor behind her.
Rong Yuheng was stunned for a moment, then stopped practicing and turned around.
"Mr. Wen?"
Wen Zezhen came step by step from behind, his face was normal, he nodded, "Practicing?"
Rong Yuheng gave an "um" and asked again, "Why are you here?"
"I happened to have work here in the afternoon. I heard that you guys played in the morning, so I came to see it early."
Rong Yuheng laughed at once, his eyes lit up, "I thought Mr. Wen was here to see me."
Wen Zezhen's eyes flashed, a little guilty. He didn't come to see Rong Yuheng specially, he came to see all the students, but he couldn't deny that what he wanted to see most was Rong Yuheng.
No one can resist the surprise of the unknown.
Rong Yuheng is like a gift box, every time you open it, you will be full of joy.
Wen Zezhen paused and said, "I'm looking forward to your performance too."
Rong Yuheng originally said casually, the former's character, even if he said "no", it was nothing, but he didn't expect him to say such encouraging words.
Rong Yuheng was instantly inspired.
Adhering to the principle of reciprocation, he raised his hands above his head to make a heart, and the wide cuffs fell from his arms, revealing his graceful arms.
"Mr. Wen, do you know what this is?"
Wen Zezhen said, "Compare with your heart."
The corners of Rong Yuheng's mouth curled up, "This is the first heart I compared, referred to as 'the original heart', and my original heart now belongs to you."
Wen Zezhen, "..." Boom!
He licked his dry lips and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a voice behind him.
"Yuheng, it's almost time for you to put on makeup—hey, Teacher Wen is here too?" A head suddenly appeared at the entrance of the corridor, Pu Zaixi was stunned when he saw Wen Zezhen, and then said, "Mr. Wen, I put Yu Heng borrow it!"
Wen Zezhen's heart hadn't slowed down yet, when he heard these words, he suddenly felt subtle: take it away, take it away, why is it called "borrowing"
But Rong Yuheng and Pu Zaixi didn't seem to care about this issue at all. The former let go of his "original intention" and waved at him, "I'm leaving."
Wen Zezhen nodded as if he had given a reply, "Go ahead."
It wasn't until the two disappeared at the corner of the corridor that Wen Zezhen breathed out—
Mom, why does Rong Yuheng tease him all day long.
Rong Yuheng followed Pu Zaixi back to the dressing room. Miss Qi Ling was still there last time. When she saw him, she took the initiative to run over, "I'll transform it for you!"
Rong Yuheng waved her tail happily, "Okay, okay!"
Pu Zaixi was in a complicated mood. He had a hunch that Rong Yuheng might become a friend of women.
Qi Ling's hobby is P-picture drawing. Rong Yuheng said that she wanted to draw a little peach flower under the corner of her eye. She agreed without hesitation, and she was very good at drawing. She likes Rong Yuheng so much, she is good-looking and funny people happy.
When Qi Ling painted peach blossoms for him, he was as meticulous as he was painting enamels on porcelain.
After she finished painting, she was eager to try, "Sister will give you some more gold powder!"
Rong Yuheng cheered, "I am the brightest cub under my sister!"
Then the two danced together, "Yeah yeah!"
Bian Chen, who passed by for the second time, couldn't bear it any longer, "Rong Yuheng, are you an idiot?"
Rong Yuheng turned his head, "Sister painted him shit."
Qi Ling, "Okay~"
Bian Chen frowned, "Rong Yuheng, get out of here!"
Rong Yuheng, "kekekekeke...!"
After putting on the makeup, the next step is to wait to play.
Rong Yuheng slipped around in the background and saw Wen Zezhen again. The latter and Ke Ting were sitting in the corner, not knowing what they were talking about. He glanced at him and was about to leave when Wen Zezhen suddenly raised his head and met him.
Ke Ting followed Wen Zezhen's gaze, and when he saw it was Rong Yuheng, he smiled and waved.
Rong Yuheng ran over with a "pa-da-pa-da", "Mr. Ke, Teacher Wen."
Ke Ting looked at him, "Are you ready?"
Rong Yuheng said, "It's okay."
Ke Ting didn't know if he had seen the videotape of the program group, and it was such a coincidence that he asked, "Is it just okay?"
Rong Yuheng, "Then it can be a little more than that."
Wen Zezhen's ears burned inexplicably, he felt offended!
Fortunately, the two just chatted a few words, and Rong Yuheng left. After he left, Ke Ting turned to Wen Zezhen, "Does Teacher Wen know what Xiaorong is going to perform this time?"
Wen Zezhen shook his head.
Ke Ting seemed to think of something, so he burst out laughing, "Although they are not as powerful as Jia Ning, they are still cute."
Wen Zezhen did not speak.
He thought, when is it not cute anymore.
Rong Yuheng was in front of Shan Qi. At this moment, the performance on the stage had come to an end. Shan Qi's high-pitched voice penetrated the solid wall, causing a frenzy of cries and screams from the audience, drowning the surging upsurge.
At the jury's seat, Qiao Tan couldn't help but admire the admiration in his eyes. He smiled and said to Song Tang, "The next person to play will be under a lot of pressure."
Song Tang had read the sequence table, he shook his head at Qiao Tan, and sold out, "That's not necessarily true."
As the last syllable of Shan Qi dissipated above the stage, the stage light went out, and the audience was still difficult to calm down.
Then the audience listened to the host's announcement, "Contestant No. 13 please, Rong Yuheng!"
The auditorium, which had just cooled down a little, was boiling again in an instant.
"Rong Yuheng!! Ahhh!"
The top lights on the stage hit the center with a "pop". Rong Yuheng was wearing a large white shirt with mid-sleeves, with straight legs and a slender figure, holding the microphone and standing in the center of the beam.
The camera swept to his face and gave a close-up, the beautiful and moist peach blossom eyes were full of stars, and a small pink peach blossom shone under the corner of the eye.
These details could not be seen at the scene, but the audience watching the webcast went crazy.
"Ah, where did the little fox that came down the mountain turned into a human figure!"
"Oh my God, there are really stars in the eyes! By the way, this opening is so quiet, do you want to sing seriously?"
"The peach blossoms are blooming right now, and I will allow the goose to commit the peach blossoms this year!"
…
The Rong Group is still the familiar office, in front of the familiar big wooden desk.
This time there were two people sitting.
Rong Tianshen and Rong Congyan were sitting side by side at the table, a computer was on, and it was reflecting Rong Yuheng's facial features that were somewhat similar to theirs.
Rong Tianshen put on a stinky face and pressed loudly, "I don't like looking at the whole flower, what it looks like!"
Rong Congyan couldn't help but complain, "If you don't like watching it, click here, Dad, you're really a bit... ky."
Rong Tianshen, "What is ky?"
Rong Congyan instinctively felt the danger, and immediately said nonsense in a serious manner, "It's a test, you are a test for Xiaoheng."
Rong Tianshen was suspicious, but soon his attention was diverted.
On the screen, the camera was zoomed out, Rong Yuheng suddenly pointed his right hand to the top of his head, spreading a sweet and bright smile,
"せーの— (preparation)"
The barrage suddenly fell silent, followed by cheerful and lively music, and exploded again.
"Love Cycle!!!"
"Damn it, so fucking cute!!"
Rong Congyan, who was in front of the screen, almost missed another breath. He glanced at Rong Tianshen quickly, and secretly groped for a quick-acting heart-saving pill in the drawer with one hand...
Rong Yuheng jumped from the center of the stage to the front step by step, stretched out his hand to interact with the audience,
"でもそんなんじゃ—±メ!
(but that doesn't work)
もうそんなんじゃ—≯ラ!
(If that's the case, look)
heart は evolution す る よ, もっともっと
(Really, it will evolve and continue)”
As he sang, he raised his hand to signal for the audience to interact together. Most people knew the rules of interaction in this song. At the last word, they called in unison and shouted, "もっともっと!"
The audience moved in a uniform manner until the end, and the atmosphere at the scene was high, and they did not lose to Shan Qi, who was a blast in the last game.
Qiao Tan exclaimed in admiration at the jury, "Is this a two-dimensional culture?"
Jin Zhiyao couldn't hold back her urge to sing along, she clenched her fists tightly, "This is the power of empathy in the same cultural circle!"
Qiao Tan is meaningful, "Mr. Jin is very skilled."
Jin Zhiyao turned off the microphone for a moment, "..." was exposed, I lost it.
A song came to an end in the atmosphere of a happy call in the audience. Rong Congyan in front of the screen had skillfully found the voting port and began to study the barrage.
In the center of the screen, Rong Yuheng's last sentence "Yuan り 会 え た こ と が Xing せ な の (meeting with him makes me feel happy)" falls.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his hands towards the audience with a big heart—
"Please come and meet me!"
The audience, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
The loud noise on the field directly penetrated the stage and hit Wen Zezhen in the backstage, "… "
Not happy.
Just as unhappy as him was Rong Tianshen, who abandoned his steadiness as the chairman of the group and pressed loudly at the screen, "Humph!
Rong Congyan next to him remained motionless, imitating the tone of a fangirl girl and typing out a barrage:
Rongrong is so cute! pick my peach boy!
Rong Tianshen, "Don't send it!"
Rong Congyan: I also want to meet my little brother~I also want to fall in love~
Rong Tianshen couldn't believe it, "You're crazy, that's your brother!"
Rong Congyan looked numb, "I'm not Rong Congyan now, and that's not my brother, I'm just an emotionless barrage machine."
"… "
The author has something to say: Rong Congyan: The tool man is a real hammer.
Rong Yuheng and Wen Zezhen: mindless and unhappy.