[I will never believe the anchor’s lies again]: You anchor, you still know how to go online, come on, compensate me for my tears wuwuwuwuwu┭┮﹏┭┮

[Anchor, here I come]: I cried like a fool late at night.

[Orange]: Me too. My parents were woken up by the noise and asked me if my boyfriend had dumped me. They told me not to be sad. It was so funny.

[Yuanqi Grapefruit]: I'm even more miserable. I'm about to go to work, and my eyes are red and swollen with bloodshot. Host, how can you treat us like this? There's no love for you anymore.

[Has the live broadcast started today]: Wow, host, you finally came out, come on, give us back our tears, I am really crying my ass off, why is it like this, the author is such a stepmother.

Si Qingjiu looked at the screen that was flooded again and felt guilty for a second.

[It seems that everyone is very energetic at the moment, which is great. We can go to work or school with high energy. 】

The audience in the anchor room paused their typing for a moment, and then burst into even more crazy tears.

Si Qingjiu coughed lightly.

[Okay, okay, come on, I'll change to a sweet story for you. I promise you'll be so sweet this time. ]

Si Qingjiu flipped through the list of books and saw a book called "Maltose" at the front, and put it on the list with a smile.

The title of this book is Maltose, so it makes no sense that it shouldn’t be sweet.

Yi Ha, who was watching from the side, opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and closed it again, seeming to want to say something but stopped himself several times.

It’s just that Si Qingjiu is adjusting the previously broadcast novels and uploading them to the archive area, so that those who want to read them but haven’t finished reading them can read them easily.

So I didn’t see Yiha’s expression. After I finished, I didn’t go out of my way to take a look at the newly posted post to see what type it was. I got up and went to wash up.

The audience in the live broadcast room saw that a new article had been published. The host even said it was a sweet article, and looking at the title it did seem so sweet that it would make your teeth fall out.

I clicked it immediately with excitement.

This time they read the copy very carefully and found it to be a very sweet one, so they jumped into it with confidence.

They need to be healed now.

Those who have to go to school or work should watch it before its time.

I hope to be sweetened and recover some blood.

The beginning was indeed very sweet, and everyone who watched it smiled like an auntie, and the screen was filled with sweetness.

Si Qingjiu took the time to take a look and was relieved to see that this was the case.

Dragging his luggage, he got on the program crew's car.

one

After recording the daily dormitory routine for an afternoon, it was time to select a song.

Inside the hall, there were more than a dozen signs with the names of the songs written on them.

Songs were also playing one after another on the big screen next to it.

There is one song that has opera tunes interspersed in the middle, and the music tends to be classical instruments, accompanied by some modern music. It sounds very musical, and the choreography is very neat and clean, which is extremely attractive, but it is not easy to perform.

Si Qingjiu liked it very much. As the first person to choose a song, he didn't have to worry at all. When the selection was announced, he walked straight towards it.

Hu Yan, who was sitting in the C class area, looked at Si Qingjiu standing behind the song he had prepared with a gloomy face.

He didn't want to be in the same team with Si Qingjiu at all, but this song was the best among all of them. If he performed well, everything that happened on the first stage could be reversed.

He also told Fu Yu to say hello to the program crew and ask them to reserve a spot for him for this song.

His original plan was to always be a strong player, but now that he was in Class C, he could only take the counterattack route and could not make any more mistakes.

Si Qingjiu felt the resentful gaze and looked accurately at Hu Yan, just in time to catch the expression he had not yet had time to hide.

She smiled at him, full of provocation.

It seems to be saying, if you don’t like me, come here, I’m waiting for you.

Hu Yan was so angry that he was shaking all over. Si Qingjiu was still so arrogant. Didn’t his agent contact him yesterday?

asshole.

Peng Jun really hadn’t contacted Si Qingjiu, he also watched the first performance.

He was puzzled and shocked.

When did Si Qingjiu become so powerful? How come he didn’t know about it?

But on second thought, he didn't seem to have arranged any training for him, so he only went once, and he was too tired to go again.

Then the teacher told him that drinking, singing and dancing were not allowed and he should not go down that path. But he happened to be in trouble again and he ignored it.

He thought Si Qingjiu had become decadent, but he didn't expect that he was still himself.

Si Qingjiu, the ostentatious and unbridled person who never gave face to anyone.

Since there was a chance to change the previous situation, he would be a fool to go and chat with Si Qing over drinks, as it would not benefit him in any way.

Besides, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Yuan Yijun had special feelings for Si Qingjiu. If Si Qingjiu terminated the contract and followed Yuan Yijun, he would definitely be the first to be dealt with.

For his own sake, he didn't intend to get involved in these matters.

If the company investigates

, he said the call didn't go through.

Not everyone is a fool, just like the director team, they just go with the flow.

But we still have to do what we promised and sign the contract.

Seeing that the students of Class B had not yet been selected and there was only one spot left after Siqing Wine Station's "Pilgrimage", the director team immediately asked the staff to take a whiteboard and stand in a place where the camera could not reach, facing the other students.

The students who were still discussing excitedly all fell silent and looked at the extremely eye-catching line of words written above.

[Please don’t choose “Pilgrimage”, it’s full. ]

I subconsciously looked at Si Qingjiu's group, and after counting, I found that there was clearly one missing.

Immediately, some students sneered, some showed disgust and contempt, some rolled their eyes, and some lowered their heads so that people could not see their expressions clearly.

Hu Yan was angry and proud.

What makes me angry is that the program team used this method. I thought they would talk to the students privately, but it turned out to be at this time.

Even if they didn't say that the last spot was his, he wouldn't be able to hide it when he got there.

What makes him proud is that no matter how high their rank is, they still have to give way to him.

People around Hu Yan naturally noticed his abnormality, and everyone's first reaction was also Hu Yan.

Now that I see him smiling, I am even more certain.

really.

When it was time for Class C to make their choice, Hu Yan went straight to "Pilgrimage".

Standing in front of Si Qingjiu, he smiled happily: "Xiaojiu, we can finally cooperate, that's great."

Si Qingjiu smiled but didn’t finish.

The person behind him just pouted, what an acting skill.

Others also sighed and laughed with unclear meanings.

Hu Yan pretended not to see it and walked to the end. Their group was full.

Si Qingjiu's group is very strong.

Si Qingjiu, who is recognized as the ceiling among the students, and all the students in Class B except Hu Yan.

In such a strong team, any one who performs a little worse will stand out.

Many people were waiting to see Hu Yan make a fool of himself.

An hour later, the song selection was finished.

They were assigned to practice rooms.

The practice room has been prepared with everything needed, including song accompaniment, lyrics, etc.

"It's still early, only eight o'clock, let's familiarize ourselves with the song first." Hu Yan suggested, his face full of excitement.

He would shock them right away.

Looking at Si Qingjiu who was sitting lazily on the round stool sofa leaning against the wall as soon as he came in, he said, "Xiaojiu, you are the captain and the center position, you lead us."

Others also looked over, with anticipation in their eyes.

Si Qingjiu sat directly on the sofa, looking like he was on strike: "No, my character is a troublemaker, I'm going to start, you guys practice on your own, and if you can't do it, come and ask me again."

Hu Yan's expression twisted instantly.

The others also looked at him and subconsciously moved away from him.

I secretly groaned in my heart. I originally thought that their group was the strongest, and they would definitely rock the first public performance and might even take first place.

But now, one has a script, and the other has no ability but has a financial backer. They should be too unlucky.

Hu Yan is really a troublemaker.

"Xiaojiu, you are really good at joking, hehe..." Hu Yan forced a dry smile.

I was so angry in my heart, what did he mean by saying this?

When he got back yesterday, he saw the news online, all of which were scolding him, and even the internet trolls couldn’t control the comments.

How could he swallow the humiliation of being accused of overestimating his own capabilities and being short-sighted? He must give them a slap in the face.

Now it is a recorded broadcast, which will be edited later, and it is his world.

Si Qingjiu changed into a comfortable position and pulled over a pillow: "You know whether I'm joking or not, I already know how to sing this song after watching it just now, I don't need to practice it anymore, don't be lazy and hold me back."

The few people who were originally worried were instantly revived with full health.

Si Qingjiu said he could do it, so he definitely could do it. They didn't have to worry about him not being able to do it and not training, which would result in a terrible situation.

Nodded quickly.

"Okay, okay, you take a rest and we will practice on our own."

"Don't worry, we definitely won't."

"Yes, we will work hard."

Without saying anything more, they turned on the TV in the practice room and started practicing.

Hu Yan, who was holding the amazingly talented script, almost bit his teeth as he stared at Si Qingjiu.

This is what he should have said. This bitch stole his things again.

He was too lazy to pretend anymore. He glared at Si Qingjiu fiercely before turning to the few people who were memorizing the lyrics: "I also learned it when I watched the dance sample just now. If you have any questions, you can come to me and I can help you learn it."

Several people gathered in front of the TV looked at each other in confusion.

As if asking again, do you believe it?

Then he answered, I don’t believe it.

When Si Qingjiu said this, they would only think that he was arrogant, but in their hearts they were convinced that someone who could create original choreography or express himself freely would learn things faster.

Because there are many movements in dance that are applicable to all kinds of situations.

Hu Yan is different. His singing and dancing are just average, but to be able to learn something just by watching it once is simply a joke.

You can say that you can remember the movements after just one look, no problem.

Just remembering the movements and being able to do them are two different things.

So there are only two possibilities for what he said.

Or maybe he really learned it just by watching.

Or maybe he had already got the song.

Judging from the way they selected the songs, they all believed they were the first.

Si Qingjiu also understood, of course, and put his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes: "Thank you for your hard work. You are still practicing while others are resting. You are really working hard. Then you continue."

'puff'

A few people laughed out loud, but quickly suppressed their laughter.

It’s not their fault. It’s just that Si Qingjiu’s words were too sarcastic.

Hu Yan stared at the man who seemed to be sleeping with a dark face, suppressing his anger, "Don't worry, I will work hard and will not lose to you."

Several people in the same group immediately exchanged looks, all full of ridicule.

Si Qingjiu didn't respond, but just waved his hand to indicate that he heard it.

Hu Yan gritted his teeth, too lazy to look at him, and walked to the other side with the tablet.

The others looked at each other, and finally all looked at the video. No matter what, they decided to film the dance first.

On the first day, Si Qingjiu entered the practice room as usual and sat on the small sofa, like a salted fish that had lost interest in life.

I was about to close my eyes and rest, when I suddenly remembered that he didn’t close his live broadcast room yesterday.

After reading the novel live, he forgot about it out of habit.

Let him see if they are all sweet and sour this time.

Click on the virtual panel.

????

What's going on?

Si Qingjiu slightly opened her eyes and looked at the screen full of crying, which was no less severe than yesterday, feeling a little confused.

Sweet text also crying?

Are you touched?

【？ ？ ？】

Just sent

As soon as the message went out, the screen in the live broadcast room was filled with tears.

[Flaming Lips]: Host, you are so bad, wuwuwu.

???

What did he do?

[Boiled Water]: Host, why do you treat us like this? Where is the sweet story you promised us?

[Anchor YYDS]: Anchor, it is wrong for you to report to the newspaper late at night (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

[Anchor My Love]: I was cheated twice, twice, and I really cried like a husky.

[Chrysanthemum Yellow]: I really will thank you for choosing such a sweet title, writing such a sweet copy, and drawing such a sweet opening. But in the end, only the introduction, the title, and the opening are sweet. The rest are all like a knife hidden in the sugar, with glass shards everywhere. My heart is broken.

[Woo woo woo]: I’m exhausted, it’s really Shuan Q.

[Biscuit]: Host, please compensate me for my tears, double the amount.

Si Qingjiu sighed. He never expected that a book with such a sweet title could actually be about cruelty.

[Well, I didn’t mean it, and I don’t know. To make it up to you, I’ll find you another sweet story. This time it’s definitely sweet, trust me! ]

'Haha, let's search and see which of the above is the real sweet article.'

Si Qingjiu felt that he still needed to comfort their fragile hearts.

Unfortunately, the audience in his live broadcast room no longer believed it.

[The host’s cute little thing]: Sweet story… To be honest, I feel traumatized when I hear these two words now.

[Is the anchor online?]: Ahhhh, I reject sweet words! I reject the anchor’s sweet words!

[Senior online literature reader]: Give me some tormenting articles, I want tormenting articles!

[I am so poor that I only have money left]: ??? Are you serious about writing abusive articles?

[Until now]: Yes, yes, yes, yes, the sad stories are given to us sad stories, and the host’s sweet stories are always trying to make me cry. If we do the opposite, maybe sad stories are sweet stories?

[Little Rabbit]: That makes sense. The anchor is here to abuse the article!

【Lucky Cat】: The anchor writes a lot of abuse.

As soon as Si Qingjiu saw the few sweet stories selected for him by the system, he was choked by the barrage of comments on the screen that were clamoring for sad stories.

What's wrong with these people?

Aren’t your eyes swollen from crying? Yet you still want to write sad stories. Are you addicted?

But as a host who loves his fans very much, of course he has to meet all the needs of the audience.

'Haha, give them a sadistic article.'

【Since everyone is so sincere

Since it is your sincere request, I will agree with reluctance.

Si Qingjiu thought, I am such a considerate and kind person.

Reward yourself with an extra chicken drumstick at noon.

I have to say, the food in the training camp is really delicious.

While Si Qingjiu was happily planning, something went wrong on Hu Yan's side.

He had practiced the dance for the entire song in advance, but his focus was on the central part, while the others were relatively weaker.

As a result, he said he knew everything, but when he tried to dance, he found that he was just an expert and the effect was average.

There are also several new actions added to “The Pilgrimage”, which are difficult but very eye-catching.

He wants it.

But this is arranged for the C position.

The reason why Si Qingjiu didn't care about all this was because his part had already been determined and he didn't need to participate in the competition for the part.

Of the remaining parts, he naturally took the most, which made the others very dissatisfied.

They just didn't say it out loud, but Hu Yan could see from their attitude towards him.

But he didn't care, because no one dared to snatch it from him anyway.

However, he tried several times to get Si Qingjiu to teach him the newly added moves, but was stopped by other teammates. The choreographer who trained them also refused.

He contacted the program crew and planned to ask the director to come forward, but the director also said that he would listen to the choreographer, which made Hu Yan very angry.

The day before the performance, he only had his part, and his dancing was not as good as the others.

Especially Siqing wine.

It was obvious that he had not trained much throughout the whole process. When the teacher asked him to do it, he just jumped and his movements were soft. But during the rehearsal, he followed perfectly and performed every move very well.

Hu Yan's heart ached with jealousy.

This script should have been mine, but I ended up being just a supporting role.

Looking at the people standing in front, waiting to go on stage, Hu Yan's eyes flashed with sticky malice.

Today, he wants his reputation to be ruined on the stage in front of everyone.

"The next group is 'Pilgrimage.'" Yuan Yijun said to the stage while standing in the specially built mentor viewing seats.

The audience in the audience immediately cheered.

"Si Qing wine, Si Qing wine."

"Siqing wine!"

"Si Qing wine, Si Qing wine."

In the center of the dim stage, a beam of light suddenly lit up and shone on Si Qingjiu, who was wearing a black hollow lace shirt.

As powerful music played, the corners of his crimson eyes turned up, he moved his feet, jumped out, landed on the ground with the rhythm, and lit up the stage.

Si Qingjiu looked pious and compassionate: "The world is just an inn, and I..."

Before a line of lyrics was finished, the voice stopped abruptly.

His microphone is disconnected. !