"Hello fellow judges, I'm Rong Yuheng, contestant No. 13."
After Rong Yuheng finished speaking, Qiao Tan looked him up and down, "The data shows that you are only 21 years old, you are still very young, are you a college student?"
"I was originally in college, but there are some things at home, and I am currently suspended from school."
"Oh... Why did you think of participating in this draft? Is it your dream or what?"
Rong Yuheng paused for two seconds. In this context, the best choice is to play emotional cards and talk about a tear-jerking dream journey. But thinking about his own weight, he still decided to be honest,
"For a living, I want to make money."
Qiao Tan was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting such a straightforward answer, but unexpectedly frank, he smiled,
"You want to make money through the draft. It seems that you have a certain confidence in yourself, and you have been in contact with the star profession before?"
"Although I have never been in contact with the profession of star," Rong Yuheng said slowly in the doubtful eyes of several interviewers, "but I have been a morning star in countless people's lives."
Interviewer, "..."
Rong Yuheng kept in mind the advice he received before entering the arena, without stage fright, he raised his eyes towards the camera, with bright hope flashing in his eyes,
"I think the two are connected—both shine in someone else's world."
…
Lu Mingxuan, who was standing in front of the screen, almost smashed the computer—
Rong Yuheng, I can! go! you! mom! of! Venus! ! ! You are an asteroid, hit someone biss, I'll make up!
Qiao Tan was the first to laugh, "You're right, stars do have a guiding role and the power to illuminate others."
Song Tang, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but ask,
"I feel that you are a person with a lot of stories. Can you briefly describe your experience in one sentence?"
Thinking of the laughter and joy of the past, Rong Yuheng shyly held the microphone and buried her head, "The first half of my life was like a joke."
Always bring happiness to others.
But he didn't say the second sentence, because it can only be summed up in one sentence.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, the scene and the video barrage area fell into silence.
Everyone: No, it seems to touch on his tragic and unspeakable past!
Tang Song, who asked the question, couldn't bear it, and looked at him with deep and caring eyes. Even the head of the camera in front of the stage drooped, as if there was a moment of silence for him...
Rong Yuheng finished shyly alone and looked up, "...?"
What's going on here
The famous Song Tang immediately rescued the scene, "It doesn't matter, the past is no longer important. The important thing is that you will show us what kind of yourself you are in the future!"
After the impassioned remarks, everyone present nodded frequently, showing a moving look.
Rong Yuheng was sensitively aware that they all seemed to have misunderstood something, but just as he was trying to explain, he was interrupted by the movement on the side of the stage.
The door at the other entrance suddenly opened a crack, and a tall figure was half exposed. Then even a staff member walked over quickly, the two talked in a low voice, and the latter took a mobile phone.
Qiao Tan turned his head and glanced, and suddenly his face loosened and he raised his hand to gesture, "Hey, Mr. Wen, come in!"
Wen Zezhen at the door waved his hand.
But Qiao Tan refused to let him go and asked the staff to invite people in. The photographer hurriedly turned a lens towards Wen Zezhen.
The host Song Tang introduced to the camera in a timely manner,
"I didn't expect Mr. Wen to appear at our selection site, so let's invite Mr. Wen to watch it together, okay?"
Wen Zezhen, "I just came to give Mr. Qiao a mobile phone."
Almost as soon as Wen Zezhen came out, the barrage of the webcast started frantically.
"Fuck, Wen Zezhen!"
"God, what a surprise I got!!!"
"Brother Tseng is so famous, he has no pretensions, and he came to give Mr. Qiao a mobile phone. He is so nice!"
"Ah, Wen Zezhen! I'm going to the circle of friends to ask everyone to see our brother Chen!"
The director desperately gestured at Qiao Tan from behind, indicating that he could find a way to keep Wen Zezheng - this is the three gold film emperor, the top traffic in the entertainment industry, and he will take care of the ratings and topics of the audition!
Qiao Tan understood the director's meaning, got up and pressed Wen Zezhen to the vacant seat beside him, "I'm here, why don't we take a look at this year's newcomers."
Qiao Tan's older generation has a lot of face, and Wen Zezhen couldn't let it go, and the two of them had a good personal relationship, so he had to purse his lips and sat down helplessly.
During this period, several other shots never left the face of Rong Yuheng on the stage, and even maliciously gave a close-up of the magnification, in an attempt to capture a trace of the embarrassment of being left out in order to increase the focus of the show.
But then the staff behind the camera found that the player actually showed the expression of eating melons! Complete loss of expression management.
Everyone behind the camera: …
What a heart!
Rong Yuheng was really big-hearted, and he didn't feel overwhelmed when he was left hanging on the stage.
The main reason is that the atmosphere just now became inexplicably inspirational for some reason. Fortunately, Wen Zezhen came to make a difference, and the scene returned to the normal atmosphere.
He felt that Wen Zezhen was really miserable, even if he was a porter of mobile phones, he had to become a tool to adjust the atmosphere.
Rong Yuheng really wanted to make a hamster laugh of "kekekeke...", but unfortunately there are still cameras taking pictures.
After Wen Zezhen was seated, the interviewer's gaze returned to Rong Yuheng, this time it was Jin Zhiyao who spoke.
"This time, are you preparing for any talent show?"
Rong Yuheng nodded, "Dance."
Lu Mingxuan in front of the screen is about to smash the computer again - what dance does Rong Yuheng know? In his impression, the only thing Rong Yuheng can relate to dancing is radio gymnastics!
Jin Zhiyao gestured expectantly, "Oh? Then please start your performance."
Rong Yuheng didn't start directly, but explained one sentence first, "Actually, this is a duet, but since I'm only one person now, I only dance my part."
After he finished speaking, he handed the microphone to the staff at the stage. Under the curious eyes of everyone, he slowly stretched out a leg, his chin was slightly raised, and the bright appearance reflected the stage light, which had a breathtaking beauty.
On the live video, the barrage began to float:
"I can do this brother!"
"Fuck, I just got a fan for that facial close-up. I hope my little brother can pass the primary election."
"I finally understand why some people want to dance on their lashes... This brother's lashes are really sparkling!"
"I don't know what to dance, I'm looking forward to it!"
Rong Yuheng took a deep breath, raised his arms, put his fingers in the air, and twisted his crotch to the side at the same time - the lights around the field dimmed, only the overhead lights gathered on him.
On the jury's seat, Wen Zezhen suddenly frowned.
Qiao Tan whispered, "Why is this pose so familiar... It doesn't look like modern dance, could it be folk dance?"
On the stage, Rong Yuheng opened his eyes "swipe", his eyes were bright,
"I bring you one, Tango."
Everyone: "..."
Everyone: "???"
As soon as Rong Yuheng finished speaking, he shook his head, raised his chest, and sucked in his stomach. Immediately, the little butt twitched, and the footsteps clacked with clattering legs!
His dancing posture is so agitated, lively, and unrestrained; his expression is so devoted, high, and focused! Sometimes he crossed his steps, like a sad noble girl; sometimes he kicked and volleyed, like a fighting knight...
At the same time, he did not forget to leave a place in his arms for his nihilistic partner, and carry out the team spirit to the end.
The jury's seat: "...!!!"
There was no accompaniment in the live performance, so Rong Yuheng sang solemnly while dancing,
"Tango is just walking, walking, three steps, two turns~"
The silky beautiful voice flows over the stage like a violin, bringing a rhythmic rhythm with his pace.
He threw himself into it for two paragraphs. Every kick is full of power, every turn is full of affection, and even every eyelash is immersed in its own rhythm, quivering in intoxication!
"My God..." Qiao Tan had already laughed into a vibration pattern on the judges' table, "How could this be hahahahahahahaha!"
"Hahahahahaha...! Very cute, very cute..." Song Tang giggled and praised.
In the end, even the photographer didn't hold back, and the footage that followed along the way even began to tremble slightly.
A barrage of "Hahahahahahaha..." floated across the sky, almost covering up Rong Yuheng's intoxicated beauty on the screen.
Qiao Tan lay on the table and struggled twice, and couldn't help interrupting him apologetically, "I'm sorry, hahaha...please stop...stop."
Hearing the words, Rong Yuheng withdrew his free and unrestrained limbs calmly, and looked at the judges seat obediently.
Several interviewers laughed enough, first applauded Rong Yuheng, and then Qiao Tan said, "First of all, the movements are very professional, and the beautiful voice is also very strong, I think it has reached the level of passing the first test; secondly, the whole person's performance is very professional. The state is also very devoted, especially the expression... "
He said as if he remembered something, and couldn't help but let out a slight "poof" sound...
"The only downside is that no one cooperates with you. Just like you just jumped in the air, you lost your soul."
Rong Yuheng listened humbly, nodded and said yes, "It is indeed difficult for me to achieve the effect of levitating in the air with the power of faith alone."
Qiao Tan, "I have a suggestion... So, now I'm sure I've passed it for you. I'll ask the other two teachers first, what's your opinion?"
"I also passed it. This performance is very spiritual, hahahahaha... You have moved me!"
"I agree with the two teachers, pass!"
"Well, now that you have passed the test, the next step is not within the scope of the assessment. I remember that when Mr. Wen was a child star, did he win several national standard dance awards?"
Wen Zezhen's heart suddenly burst, and there was a faint alertness in his eyes, "It happened many years ago."
Qiao Tan's eyes lit up, and he smiled like a fox leaning on the old and selling the old, "how about we ask Mr. Wen to help you go and cooperate for a while?"
The director was about to jump up and applaud for Qiao Tan! Mr. Joe! Good job! ! Ratings! topic! flow!
Wen Zezhen pursed his lips and stared at Qiao Tan for a few seconds. It was really difficult for him to refuse because of personal friendship, so he could only turn his eyes to Rong Yuheng on the stage again—
I hope this newcomer can get to know each other a little and politely decline.
However, the people on the stage did not receive any warning signals from him, and even showed enthusiastic eyes and sent him an invitation to form a team.
"Come on! Teacher Wen, let's get dry!"
Wen Zezhen, "… "
The barrage on the online video has gone crazy. In the gap between the overwhelming barrage of "My mother hahahahaha" and "Shousheng! Wen Zezhen is going to dance the tango", Wen Zezhen's coldness is revealed. look.
It is conceivable that tomorrow's hot search will inevitably include the six characters "Wen Zezheng dances tango".
Wen Zezhen stepped onto the bright and clean stage step by step, stood in front of Rong Yuheng and looked down at him, the tall figure cast on the latter's face, exerting a layer of coercion invisibly.
Rong Yuheng was not affected at all, instead he twisted his waist and shook his buttocks to signal to himself,
"Mr. Wen, just twist it like this. I like my butt to be a little higher. You will!"
Wen Zezhen's eyes stopped for two seconds on his swaying narrow waist and hips, squinted slightly, and put a hand on it,
"meeting."
He said, "Dance well, don't miss out."