A petty person judges a virtuous person by their own standards.

The first day of the Star Show closed training camp was arranged for the instructors and shortlisted contestants to meet together.

The 100 contestants were divided into three groups and took turns receiving full-day courses consisting of vocal music, dance and music theory. The main purpose of the first class in each category was to conduct a preliminary test on the contestants' abilities, so that the instructors could assist the judges in making targeted arrangements for the subsequent competition.

Therefore, this day is not included in the official live-streamed schedule, and the players' entourages are still allowed to attend and accompany them.

Jiang Songhe arrived at the TANG Building early in the morning. After meeting with Jiang Songyun, he followed a group of relatives, friends and agents into a multi-functional hall under the guidance of staff.

Jiang Songyun's group was assigned to vocal lessons first. Since it was the first class of the morning and it was still early, the contestants needed to wait a little while.

Jiang Songhe found a corner where he could see Jiang Songyun's every move. He intended to be a human recorder carrying a nanny bag, but when he saw Jiang Songyun interacting enthusiastically with other young people, his old habit of worrying about his younger brother first started to flare up again.

He took out his phone to send a WeChat reminder, but then immediately remembered his promise. So he rubbed his knuckles together, reluctantly exited the chat with Jiang Songyun, locked the screen, and put it down.

Jiang Songhe's phone vibrated several times in a row. He picked it up and unlocked it again. He sent a long message in the Yunhe Entertainment Company group chat: "Executive Producer Lin Duole has been promoted recently."

Executive producer Lin Duole was recently promoted: Good evening~~ This is a sketch of the official QQ character drawn by an artist for our Yan Ge Xing.

Executive producer Lin Duole was recently promoted: Since the promotion needs to be finalized tomorrow morning, I'm posting this here. I hope everyone will actively participate and offer suggestions! I'll choose one from five suggestions!

Executive producer Lin Duole was recently promoted: I'll go first! I'll choose option 2 for "Image Reference".

Finance Xiao Feng: "Image referenced" 333333

And then nothing happened; the group fell silent.

Five minutes later, "Executive Producer Lin Duole was recently promoted" patted "Producer Xu Yunhe" on the shoulder.

Executive producer Lin Duole was recently promoted: Calling the boss! Why don't you choose one too?

Five more minutes passed.

Producer Xu from Yunhe: Where did you get the budget?

Executive producer Lin Duole was recently promoted: Because the day I contacted the illustrator was New Year's Day holiday, and this illustrator is difficult to book, and the timeframe was indeed very tight, I asked General Manager Jiang to advance the deposit. This afternoon I filled out the form and sent it to the finance department.

Finance officer Xiao Feng retracted a message.

Executive producer Lin Duole was recently promoted: Oh, and I also completed the process on DingTalk. You might have been watching the post-production of Yan Ge Xing these past few days and didn't have time to approve it?

After that, "Producer Xu of Yunhe" stopped talking.

Jiang Songhe officially established Yunhe Entertainment three years ago by recruiting staff. Before that, his work model for accompanying his younger brother in pursuing his dream in the entertainment industry could only be described as a family workshop, and he only registered an individual studio for the convenience of paying taxes.

It wasn't until Jiang Songyun was fourteen years old and began to develop self-awareness that he firmly explained his life goals to him. It was at that time that he began to prepare for the creation of "Yan Ge Xing" and invested half of his brothers' shared inheritance to start his entrepreneurial journey.

Jiang Songhe believes he still hasn't adapted to being the boss of a company with more than twenty employees. He only focuses on setting clear goals and making decisions, considering everything else trivial and delegating it all to the heads of various departments.

If you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them. Professional tasks should be left to professionals.

So when Jiang Songhe saw the group message, he was completely unaware that an awkward workplace drama was unfolding. He continued to follow his usual style of making decisions based on the target, and to improve efficiency, he set an example by sending a "5" in the group.

The stagnant pool was finally stirred up, and employees from all departments followed suit, each adding a "5".

"..." Slide through a row of mass-printed numbers, Jiang Songhe frowned, starting to feel that something was off about the style.

Choose what you truly like, especially you young people.

Jiang Songhe glanced at the "Good evening" in the opening remarks at the top, and then clicked on something. He opened the group red envelope, filled in "30" for "Number of red envelopes" and "1000" for "Single amount".

To everyone's surprise, the number turned red instantly, and the system displayed a message: "The amount of a single red envelope cannot exceed 200 yuan."

Jiang Songhe clicked his tongue. Although he found it troublesome, he patiently changed the number to "200" and sent it five times.

The group chat exploded.

"Waaaaaahh ...

The multi-purpose hall was also in an uproar.

Hearing the screams coming from afar, Jiang Songhe looked up, her expression froze, and the message "I didn't have time to inform you about my problem" in her private chat with Xu Qin remained unsent for a long time before finally disappearing into the black screen with a thud.

-

Jonah appeared in the multi-purpose hall amidst the support of his vocal coach and Vasin, and the contestants rose from their seats to express their surprise and warm welcome.

Jiang Songhe tucked his phone into the crook of his arm and unconsciously took a step forward, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Jonathan and Jiang Songyun.

Jonathan gave a brief, meaningless self-introduction, then beckoned the contestants to sit down, ending the short "mini meet-and-greet," and went straight to the main topic of the day.

The first lesson was designed to support the celebrity judges' follow-up work. With top singer Janus present, the vocal coach consciously stepped down to the assistant pianist position, following Janus's instructions to accompany the contestants.

After the first contestant sang, before Jonathan could even give his comments, he rushed over and gave her a bear hug. Immediately, he pulled out his phone, held it above his head, and pulled it away, seemingly wanting to take a photo together.

Seeing this, Vasin darted behind a piano, making a move to snatch the phone, but was stopped by Jonathan.

Jonathan pointed across the street, said something to Vasin, and then looked in the direction he was pointing.

Their eyes met.

This scene was very similar to what happened between the two of them on the first floor of Diamond Ash on Christmas Eve. The difference was that Jonah's eyes no longer held that determined gaze from that night.

To be precise, there was no emotion in his eyes at this moment. There was no surprise, no cunning, no provocation, no annoyance. He was indifferent as if he were looking at the air, yet he had a touch of the calm and approachable smile that is typical of top singers.

Jonah smoothly turned his gaze back to the contestant beside him, a bright smile spreading across his face. They whispered to each other, shoulder to shoulder, and the contestant's cheeks flushed slightly before he obediently put his phone back in his pocket.

Jiang Songhe's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly twice, then she looked away, focusing only on Jiang Songyun.

Vasin had somehow appeared beside Jiang Songhe. The big guy stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his broad shoulders slumped with his hands hanging down in front of him, and Jonathan's flamboyant jacket draped over his arms.

A familiar, subtle fragrance wafted into Jiang Songhe's nostrils. It was a sweet orange scent mixed with a powdery note, and upon closer inspection, there was a hint of sandalwood.

As the words "dancing girls offering incense" and some other fragmented memories popped into his mind, Jiang Songhe tactically cleared his throat and took a big step forward.

Finally, when Jiang Songyun came on stage to perform, Jiang Songhe set up his phone, turned on the camera, adjusted the focus, and zoomed in.

The walls of this multi-functional hall were covered with thick sound-absorbing material, so Jiang Songhe could only catch Jiang Songyun's figure, but not her clear singing voice.

He was a little disappointed, so he extended the shooting time, continued to zoom in on the image, and smoothly switched from a solo shot to a duo shot.

Naturally, it was impossible to catch what the celebrity judges were saying, but their lip movements showed that they were communicating in Chinese characters. Their expressions didn't seem to indicate any resentment or nitpicking; they clearly displayed a fair and impartial attitude.

Ultimately, it was my own lack of perspective that led me to judge others with my own petty mind.

Jiang Songhe breathed a sigh of relief, letting down her guard, and at the same time, letting go of something inexplicable.

Just as I was about to put down my phone, the silver-haired face in the picture suddenly curled its hand to its lips, and its shoulders and neck trembled a few times, probably because it had caught a chill.

It's also possible that they caught a cold from mouth-to-mouth contact.

Jiang Songhe remained motionless for a long time, holding the phone up. Feeling a little guilty, her thoughts wandered, and somehow she started thinking about the next victim to be infected by the game of musical chairs.

Jiang Songhe unconsciously tilted her head for a moment, but the person next to her did not have the same coughing symptoms, so she put down her phone.

-

The last lesson was music theory, which was both unexpected and reasonable, with Kun Ji'en serving as the guest instructor.

Although the contestants' reactions were not as excited as when they saw Janus, their tense faces showed that Kun Ji'en was a very authoritative professional in their eyes.

Coincidentally, Kun Ji'en and Jiang Songhe also had some entanglement, albeit indirectly.

This celebrity judge was much older than the one in the vocal class, but his temperament and magnanimity were clearly worlds apart.

Kun Ji'en was the first to ask Jiang Songyun to stand up and come on stage, posing many profound music theory questions.

Jiang Songyun had studied drums for eight years and had a good sense of pitch and musicality, but playing drums is different from singing, and he had not systematically studied music theory. Faced with Kun Ji'en's tricky questions, Jiang Songyun couldn't answer a single one of the unfamiliar contestants in his group.

"Looking at you, are you trying to faint on the spot again?" Kun Ji'en sat with his legs crossed behind an electric piano, one hand supporting himself behind him, the other reaching for the keyboard to type a harsh syllable. "I heard you were an actor before you came to compete?"

Jiang Songyun was still haunted by the embarrassing incident of accidentally drinking toffee milk wine and fainting at the audition. Unfortunately, the judge in front of him was the same one. Faced with the sarcasm from the side of the stage and the whispers from below, he blushed and stood awkwardly on the stage, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

“Making music isn’t acting, this young man surnamed Jiang.” Kun Ji’en emphasized “surnamed Jiang”, implying that it wasn’t just about having a pretty face.

Jiang Songhe couldn't stand it anymore. His fists clenched so tightly that they cracked, and he was about to fly over and beat up this sarcastic troublemaker when Jiang Songyun took a deep breath, slowly walked to the side of the stage, and came to Kun Ji'en.

“I owe you an apology for my offensive behavior during the audition. I’m sorry.” Jiang Songyun took a step back and bowed to Kun Ji’en.

The young man straightened up and continued, speaking slowly and deliberately, "In our porcelain country, there's a saying: 'When you're about to be hit, stand up straight.' I've just processed that, and I accept most of your criticism. But there's one thing I don't accept: acting isn't just about having a pretty face."

“Actors, like musicians, also need to accumulate theory and experience. I admit that I don’t have these musical skills yet, but I really look forward to learning from you. I hope you can forgive me and give me a chance to learn.” Jiang Songyun bowed again.

Kun Ji'en was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then laughed loudly: "You have certainly impressed me, but you'd better not just talk the talk. If you want to go all the way, you'll have to prove it to me with your actions."

Jiang Songyun smiled brightly: "Who's afraid of who?"

"Awesome, bro! Whoosh~~~" A contestant who could speak Ciwenh whistled and led the applause from the audience. Other contestants who couldn't understand the language were also cheered by the atmosphere.

Jiang Songhe suddenly loosened his clenched fist, feeling a mix of pride and disappointment.

“Song Yun… he has really grown up.”