Tong Juan could no longer remember how he became famous on the Star Network in his previous life. He only had some mechanical impressions of his previous life, and even these impressions were fragmented and completely disconnected. He vaguely remembered that many people confessed to him, but he also vaguely remembered that his life did not seem very happy.
As time went by on his home planet, Tong Juan almost forgot about the disaster that killed him and the despair he felt when he was dying. He even had an idea that it wouldn't be a bad thing to live here like this. He didn't have to have children, he didn't have to be dominated by the estrus period, and he didn't have to hide at home most of the time. He could go out at any time, live in the atmosphere of fireworks, stand on the stage to sing and dance, do what he likes, and even find a true equal lover.
Isn't this good?
As he walked towards the stage, countless thoughts flashed through Tong Juan's mind, and until he actually stood under the spotlight, all those lines converged into a ray of light.
That's it. Live here, complete new challenges, and try a new life.
The surrounding scenery became clear, the transparent stage reflected the light from above, and the people sitting below were looking at him with smiles on their faces.
A round table slowly rose from the side of the stage, with a microphone fixed on it with a transparent stand. Tong Juan walked over, picked up the microphone to test the sound, and then nodded to the staff below the stage.
The boy in black stood alone on the empty stage, looking so thin and so prominent. The person on the stage undoubtedly had a good appearance. Of course, there would be no ugly people who could come to participate in the show, but Tong Juan's appearance was definitely one of the best among these people.
There is a kind of affinity about him, like the warm afternoon sunshine, radiating a unique beauty.
The prelude sounded, and Tong Juan's performance began.
Tong Juan chose an old song that became popular again on Tianju, which is also a new song for him. This song has distinct characteristics, a strong sense of story and strong explosive power. The reason why many young singers can't sing this song well is that they only have skills but no emotions.
Tong Juan is a man who has died once, but when he sings this song, he is able to bring out a strong sense of story.
His voice is as clean and clear as his appearance, but when he sings this song at this moment, he can easily bring the audience into this heart-wrenching emotion.
As the tempo quickened, Tong Juan's singing voice exploded with a power that was inconsistent with his body shape.
The person on the stage tilted his head and bent his upper body slightly; even the protruding blue veins on his white collar looked artistic.
The trainees watching from the audience were all extremely surprised, some even opened their mouths wide, but they all tacitly agreed not to make any sound.
The instructors were also surprised. Especially vocal instructor Li Lianna, she picked up Tong Juan's resume again and looked at his date of birth again. He was only seventeen years old, but he had strength that did not match his age.
Then Li Lianna looked at the resume column. Tong Juan’s resume was very simple, with only a short sentence “Tianju short video internet celebrity”. Li Lianna’s expression was a little complicated. Someone with such strength was actually just an internet celebrity who had not received professional training... She hadn’t seen such a talented artist for a long time.
Ling Wan was also extremely surprised by Tong Juan. Tong Juan's handling of the details of the song far exceeded her imagination, and his ease in controlling his emotions did not seem like that of an artist who had not yet debuted.
As a dance teacher, Ye Changxin was also fascinated by the performance. He even had the urge to give Tong Juan an A even if he had not prepared any dance.
Among the four, only the initiator Yu Ren had no knowledge of music theory. He could not hear any technique, but simply thought that Tong Juan sang well. He was an actor, with extraordinary imagination and empathy. Listening to Tong Juan's singing, he seemed to see a picture scroll spread out behind Tong Juan.
On that thin body, the traces of time were shining faintly, and the gears of time were turning slowly, making tiny noises. The sun, the moon, the stars, and the rivers of stars were changing, the tides of the sea were rising and falling, and the leaves on the scroll were turning from tender green to pale, and then flowers were blooming from the paleness.
Yu Ren put down his arms, closed his eyes, and listened to Tong Juan's singing attentively.
Unexpectedly, the first performance gave him such a big surprise.
But Tong Juan's performance began to come to an end after the chorus, and stopped completely at one and a half minutes.
The familiar round table rose again. Tong Juan put the microphone back and walked back to the center of the stage under the curious gaze of the audience.
Then he lifted his skirt.
The waistline flashed by, and Tong Juan tucked his shirt into his pants. The originally loose shirt immediately became tight, revealing his perfect body curves.
It turns out that the shirt hides such a slender waist, but it is not so thin that it is scary. Instead, it has a beautiful sense of symmetrical lines.
The two legs wrapped in black jeans are long and straight, and even the proportions between the thighs and calves are so harmonious.
Tong Juan shook his neck and twisted his wrists and ankles, as if saying “get out of the way, I’m going to use my ultimate move”.
Zhong Yi was dumbfounded: "Why do I feel like he's going to somersault..."
The stage is made of glass, so somersaults might be dangerous.
Pei Siran couldn't help but frowned when he heard Zhong Yi say this.
The music started again, it was a hip-hop song with a distinct rhythm and strong power. Tong Juan, who had just been standing there singing obediently, instantly turned into a rebellious guy and ignited the atmosphere of the scene. The mentors were still sitting in their seats, but almost all the trainees in the back stood up.
Tong Juan's clothes were straight, as if the shirt was originally fitted. He didn't do a somersault as Zhong Yi expected, but started a performance with strong control. His body seemed very soft, and when he waved to the music, every joint of his body was swaying, as if even his hair was dancing.
It was then that everyone realized that Tong Juan was not as thin as they had imagined. As he moved, beautiful and firm lines were revealed on his thighs, and even the line of his hips below his waist was a perfect arc.
But Tong Juan's face was surprisingly tender. If it weren't for the changing expression in his eyes, anyone looking at his temperament would have thought that he was going to do a modern dance.
The ultimate purity and the ultimate temptation were strangely combined in him. Pei Siran looked at Tong Juan on the stage, and a somewhat clichéd adjective suddenly popped up in his head.
This is probably what it means to have a devilish figure and an angelic face.
Soon Tong Juan's performance was over. He controlled the time perfectly within three minutes. Although the time was short, everything was there.
After the music ended, there was applause from the audience. Tong Juan bowed deeply to the audience and waited for the mentors' comments.
The round table returned the microphone, and after Tong Juan picked up the microphone, it did not retract and remained next to the stage.
"Your performance was really great." Yu Ren was the first to comment. "It was very contagious, and the way of performing separately was also very clever. Of course, this is just my opinion as a pure audience member. The real guidance and advice still needs professional mentors."
Tong Juan bought this dance from the system store and practiced it many times. He was ready to perform it after the system passed the evaluation. He was originally worried that the system's standards would be different from the real standards, but now judging by the reaction on the scene, his performance should be a success.
Li Lianna praised Tong Juan for his good voice and rich emotions.
Ling Wan praised Tong Juan's skills and said she wanted to listen to his rap when she had time.
Ye Changxin praised Tong Juan for his strong control and excellent control over his body, and even thought that he was a natural dancer because of his soft bones.
"I have another question." Ye Changxin said, "Did you choreograph this dance yourself? I've never seen anyone do it before."
"No." Tong Juan shook his head, not knowing how to explain, and said hesitantly, "One of my teachers made it up."
"Okay." Ye Changxin thought that Tong Juan had made it up himself, and his hopes were dashed.
Yu Ren: "Now that the teachers have finished their comments, let's discuss Tong Juan's level."
The four mentors put down their microphones and started a serious discussion.
The trainees in the audience were also talking in low voices.
"Does this need to be discussed?"
"It should be A, right? If it's not A, how can we live?"
"If it's an A, we won't survive. The standard for an A is so difficult."
"But he's really handsome. He deserves an A just for his looks."
"If it's not A, I'll wash my hair upside down."
"If you say so, I suddenly want to watch it."
The mentors didn't even use up the 30 seconds of discussion time. After more than ten seconds, Yu Ren picked up the microphone again and said, "Just now we were discussing whether the highest grade should only be A, and whether we could have an A+, but the program team rejected our proposal."
"It's not that we don't want to give it, it's that the production team won't allow it. You can go and settle this account with them." Yu Ren winked at Tong Juan, "Now I'm announcing the first stage level of individual trainee Tong Juan——"
"Ah, congratulations."
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