Chapter 47
While Xie Xichao and Zou Yi were chatting, Xi Kai and Yang Yinping were also eating in the cafeteria.
There was a lot of noise, so the two of them ate in silence.
After eating about 70% full, Xi Kai asked, "Let's go practice later?"
"Yeah." Yang Yinping said.
Then he paused, "Why did you abstain today?"
Xi Kai paused holding the chopsticks, then continued eating, his voice unclear: "I think my part score is pretty good, but you guys disagree."
Try to keep your tone relaxed and treat it as an after-dinner chat.
Yang Yinping was silent.
After a moment he said, "Why do you think he did this?"
Xi Kai thought for a moment: "For efficiency?"
Yang Yinping smiled and said, "You really like him."
Xi Kai leaned back and said in a long tone: "Don't talk like that--"
He shrugged. “I just think that if he really had some selfish motive, he wouldn’t have let you vote.”
He used "you guys".
Yang Yinping's face turned pale and blue.
However, this is indeed what most people think.
Almost as soon as their meeting ended, Xia Xize's companion Mu Wen said, "Wasn't that a bit too much just now?"
Xia Xize didn't say anything.
Yang Yinping didn't say it, but he knew the answer in his heart.
When he first proposed the redistribution, he was full of courage and passion. He wanted to fight for it, to make one last attempt, and also to secretly resist Jie Xichao, who had arranged everything by himself.
But after Xie Xichao agreed, he felt that they were bullying him.
Is it because of appearance?
...The other person does look gentle and refined, seems to have no temper, and speaks softly.
It is also said that Xie Xichao's health has not recovered yet.
I don’t know how much time he spent doing these things after he finished recording yesterday.
According to this workload, it will take at least until the early morning.
Yang Yinping was not a very thoughtful person. He didn't understand why he had been possessed and restless ever since Xie Xichao said "OK". It was almost like -
He thought incredulously.
It's like being bewitched.
-
Xie Xichao didn't know that his teammates were so self-reflective about his "concession" that they were almost going astray.
Although he said he let go, he was actually very busy these two days.
First I was busy arranging the song.
This is not a simple adaptation. The adaptation process needs to consider the stage effects, the atmosphere at the time, and various situations that may arise.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s a science student, but Xie Xichao always starts writing songs with inspiration, but the ending is like doing a homework. He just needs to fasten the last button perfectly and the finished product will come out.
This button was fastened on the afternoon of the third day.
On the afternoon of the third day, he was forcibly dragged out of the composing room by Zou Yi.
Xie Xichao was a little bit disoriented, but he still held a grudge, so he pulled Yun Pan from behind Zou Yi and asked, "Are you reporting me?"
Yun Pan: “…”
He looked up at the sky.
Zou Yi said: "You need to rest."
"Okay, Doctor Zou." Xie Xichao spoke absentmindedly.
"It's just right that you two are here." He said, "Let's go to the studio to record some music tonight. Please keep an eye on it for me outside."
Zou Yi said: "You need..."
Jie Xichao pressed his shoulder.
He spoke calmly, but his tone softened: "Can I take a full day off tomorrow after recording?"
Zou Yi opened his mouth.
He felt that Jie Xichao had already mastered the technique to control him, but he just fell for it.
After a moment, he reluctantly followed Jie Xichao out of the door and went to the recording studio.
*
The time when all work is actually finished is twelve o'clock that evening.
When leaving, the sound engineer looked at Jie Xichao with fanatical eyes. Zou Yi glanced back from behind him and pulled Yun Pan, who was so sleepy that he almost tripped over. Walking beside the one who understands Xichao.
He was still a little dazed.
Hearing the studio version of "The Infinite Ocean" firsthand was even more shocking than hearing the demo.
In particular, this is the solo version performed by Jie Xichao.
"Why do you want to come to the talent show?" Unconsciously, he asked the question in his heart.
Xie Xichao was still yawning.
I was stunned for a moment when I heard that.
Then he thought about it: "Maybe, nostalgia?"
After people turn eighteen, they will always miss the age of eighteen.
He completed many tasks in the system, ranging in difficulty from easy to difficult. But the further back in time went, the more he missed the early days, when he started as a green trainee and worked his way up to the top.
At that time, he was really green both inside and outside the mission.
He stumbled onto the stage, introduced himself beside his teammates who were carrying the aura of destiny, and then was given a line or two in each performance.
At that time he——
The character he plays thinks, I wish I could be in that position someday.
Of course, the ending was that the werewolf attempted to frame the son of luck and ended up disgraced and retired from the competition in disgrace.
But that day, the beautiful halo on the stage always lingered in Jie Xichao's heart.
He said it lightly, and Zou Yi, looking at his fresh face, thought he was just talking nonsense again. He shook his head helplessly, but Yun Pan beside him rarely said something: "Brother, even if you form a group, you can also do a good solo performance."
Excellent.
Resolve evening and morning thoughts.
If the production crew heard this, they would be furious at the self-evident arrogance in this statement.
He said nothing and pinched Yun Pan's face.
When passing by the activity building, several people saw the lights of 113 at the same time.
Jie Xichao slowed down his pace.
He was really busy these days, so naturally he couldn't think of going to watch his teammates practice. He didn't know whether the other party would think that he started to act in a pretentious manner because his wish had not been fulfilled.
As if sensing his thoughts, Zou Yi said, "Panpan and I have been in the practice room these days."
"Everyone is very hardworking." said Zou Yi.
"If you can get the part you want but don't work hard," Xie Xichao said, "then you are already useless."
Although he spoke harshly, he still stopped.
"You go first." he said.
Zou Yi asked, "Do you want to go and take a look?"
Xie Xichao did not deny: "Yeah."
Zou Yi said, "I'll go with you."
"You two should go back." Xie Xichao waved his hand. "You've already been accused of forming cliques. It will be even harder to explain if we go together."
Zou Yi was stunned for a moment.
When he came to his senses, Jie Xichao's figure had disappeared at the door.
He sighed helplessly and said to Yun Pan: "Let's go, let's go back first."
—
Xie Xichao's words were a joke, but the content was not groundless.
They didn't deliberately hide their group's affairs from anyone, and within two days, almost everyone knew about it. None of the two creative groups was spared, and they both caused trouble that was big enough to be called gossip.
There are currently two versions of the story.
The first version is that he monopolized power and excluded dissidents, with Concubine Zou on his left and Concubine Yun on his right, and together they oppressed the poor nobody. Another version is that the attempted oppression failed, and the little-known people suddenly rose up to seize power and embarked on a new path of transformation.
Both versions have their own merits. When Xie Xichao and Ai Qingyuan were having dinner together, he was so excited to hear his story that he stuffed a chicken leg into his bowl at the end.
He said in a friendly manner: "Eat."
Ai Qingyuan ate it carelessly and got chili powder all over his mouth.
In between the spicy moments, he was still busy asking:
“Is this true or false?”
The tone clearly showed gloating.
Xie Xichao said: "Really."
Ai Qingyuan was stunned for a few seconds, his expression gradually became horrified: "...Which one is real?"
Xie Xichao was calm and composed: "All."
Guan Heng calmly dragged Ai Qingyuan away, and before leaving, he asked with a look: "Do you need help?"
Xie Xichao made a cross gesture.
Yun Pan said, "Brother, you look like a Superman who can emit light waves." Jie Xichao said, "Superman will transform today to check your homework. Come and sing your part for me, how about it?"
Yun Pan's face wrinkled.
He sang well when he was wrinkled. Jie Xichao had discovered long ago that he had a really good voice. No wonder he was abducted to work as a minor.
Yun Pan has not received any systematic training and is a bit of a talent.
In short, I was born to do this.
His presence is low, and the parts he was given the second time were small and fragmented. It's quite a waste of talent.
Another person who was wasted his talent was Zou Yi.
That's what the draft is all about.
Only those with a strong enough personality can have more cake. If you don’t have a strong personality but are strong enough to make everyone bow down to you - like Jie Xichao, this is also a shortcut to declare your presence.
This is what happens to good people who are capable but mild-mannered.
Drowned silently, no one will feel sorry for them except their fans.
These two people themselves never raised any objections to Jie Xichao.
Thinking of this, Jie Xichao sighed in his heart.
At this moment, Xie Xichao heard someone's anxious voice: "Xichao?"
He looked up and saw his teammate's face.
He searched for the other party's name in his mind and finally located it accurately:
Xia Xize.
*
Xia Xize was depressed.
The kind of depression that makes you want to get drunk to forget all your worries.
He thought he couldn't sing well, and it turned out that he couldn't sing well.
When the parts were divided, he asked for the import part.
He was very selfish, thinking that since he had a good-looking face, if he could make the first move, maybe people would remember him.
But he ignored the difficulty of importing.
He had been practicing the introductory words these days, and the more he practiced, the more he sweated. He asked Mu Wen for help, but Mu Wen himself was a little overwhelmed, so he could only do it by himself like a headless fly.
To be honest, he already regretted it.
Modal particles are just modal particles.
Rather than ruining the entire stage at the very beginning, he might as well just hide behind Jie Xichao and sing some modal particles.
At least it won't be embarrassing.
But he didn't dare say it.
Everyone knew how tense the atmosphere was at the time. Xia Xize couldn't tell which was more embarrassing when he was told that he couldn't sing the part he had asked for with a shameless face.
What is the selfishness of Jie Xichao and what is the palace intrigue. All of this disappears in the face of real difficulties.
He looked at Xie Xichao, feeling embarrassed and at a loss, and finally managed to say, "Good evening."
Xie Xichao said in the same tone as usual: "Good evening."
The next sentence hits the nail on the head: "How's the practice going?"
Xia Xize: “…”
He pursed his dry lips.
He didn't say anything, so Xie Xichao put something aside and said, "On the way back, I passed by the store and bought some food."
It's vitamin drinks and chocolate.
The food was placed on the table. Xia Xize felt hungry and thirsty, and he unconsciously clenched his palms.
After a while, he came back to his senses in a panic and changed the subject: "It's so late, haven't you rested yet?"
"Yeah." Xie Xichao said, "I just went to record a sound."
Xia Xize was stunned.
Then he saw Xie Xichao smiled and said, "Without a recording and only the sheet music, isn't it difficult to sing?"
The content of this sentence even sounds a bit sarcastic.
But Xie Xichao's tone was very gentle, so gentle that Xia Xize would hardly have any ambiguity. He realized that Xie Xichao really cared about him, or in other words, was giving him a way out.
The anxiety and regret of the past few days gathered in his mind, and at a certain moment, he actually felt a lump in his throat.
The next second, he made up his mind and said with his eyes closed: "Xi Chao, I was wrong."
Xie Xichao:.
If Xia Xize opened his eyes now, he would see that there was no surprise in Jie Xichao's eyes, and certainly no sarcasm, but in fact, there was also no tenderness and warmth that he had imagined.
Xie Xichao's eyes were calm, and he asked calmly:
"What's wrong?"
Xia Xize said in one go: "I shouldn't...overestimate my own abilities."
"Even if I were given more parts, I still wouldn't be able to sing well. I don't have that ability."
There was a subtle hint of frustration in his tone.
He heard Jie Xichao sigh.
The sigh was very gentle. His thoughts returned to his mind and a sudden sense of shame appeared on his face after revealing his true feelings. But at the same time, because of this sound, he finally mustered up the courage to open his eyes.
Xie Xichao...
Xie Xichao was tearing the chocolate wrapper.
Noticing Xia Xize's gaze, he raised his head and asked politely, "Do you want to eat?"
Xia Xize: “…”
All right.
He was indeed hungry.
He reached out silently.
At the same time, I feel a little lost.
He thought Jie Xichao must really think he was strange.
After all, they are not familiar with each other.
Xie Xichao had no obligation to forgive him. I can't even empathize with his feelings at the moment.
He dejectedly tried to take the chocolate from Jie Xichao's hand.
Finally.
But his hand hit nothing.
Jie Xichao took the chocolate back.
"It's sticky on my throat." He said, "Eat it later."
Xia Xize: “Ah?”
"The part we just practiced." Xie Xichao said, "Sing it to me."
He paused, "It's not wrong to want more parts. But saying I can't do it before I really try is definitely not something worth promoting."
He checked his watch: "Half an hour."
"I'll teach you how to sing," he said, "and then we can go back to the dormitory and rest."
"The more you stay up late, the worse your throat will be. From today on, don't stay up late anymore."
-
One o'clock in the morning.
Yang Yinping left the practice room.
His mind was blank, only sweat dripping from his forehead, showing his efforts over the past few hours.
He wasn’t trying to sing.
Instead, I went to the gym and did some boxing.
Xi Kai said: "Ping, don't make it hard on yourself every day. It's very tiring."
He did not comment.
Xi Kai walked away leisurely.
This is what Xi Kai is like, Yang Yinping thought.
He looked down on Xi Kai and envied Xi Kai. If he was not so obsessed with making his debut, he would not be so anxious. When he gained something, it would be a pleasant surprise, and when he lost something, he could remain calm.
He had lost his composure.
He has been practicing his singing these days.
He can sing it.
But I can't sing well.
This is what broke him the most.
He found that he simply couldn't sing such a long passage of lyrics in a perfect manner from his voice. He couldn't keep up the strength, couldn't handle the ending sound well, and even sang out of tune.
This is a song that seems difficult but actually requires higher skills.
It was because Jie Xichao sang too easily that he gave them - gave him - an infinite illusion.
His mind is in a mess.
Today was already the third day of practice, and he was still stuck at a bottleneck, which made him feel unprecedentedly anxious. What also made him anxious was Xi Kai's words. "If he had selfish motives, he wouldn't have let you vote at all."
Is he wrong?
Or, are they wrong?
But he just wanted a chance to prove himself.
Jie Xichao might not miss this stage, but for these unknown people like them, this stage is everything to them and it is also his last chance.
But……
If he is given the opportunity, can he really catch it?
It seems that it doesn’t work.
Feeling distracted, he took a few steps towards the stairs, only to be met with a familiar face.
Xia Xize walked past him dazed, with a look of trance and relaxation on his face. It seems like he is not in the same dimension. He was living in dire straits, while Xia Xize had just taken a sunbath on the island.
Or a baptism of the soul.
Yang Yinping frowned and called him, "Xia Xize."
Xia Xize finally came back to his senses from the illusion and asked, "What's wrong?"
He saw Yang Yinping's face clearly.
Then, his face quickly fell.
Yang Yinping: “……?”
He said, “Why are you here?”
Xia Xize was speechless: "This is the activity building, why am I here? Of course it's for practice."
"How's the practice going?" Yang Yinping asked.
…It’s amazing.
Xia Xize thought.
It was clearly the same sentence, but why did Jie Xichao make him want to cry when he said it? When the man in front of him said that, he just wanted to punch him in the face.
He restrained himself and answered calmly, "It's OK."
Yang Yinping: “…”
Seeing his suspicious look, Xia Xize immediately exploded: "What do you mean!"
You look down on people, don't you?
Yang Yinping really looked down on him.
Xia Xize's singing ability is so good that even a street performer can sing better than him.
He never had any expectations.
Of course, he didn't care how Xia Xize sang.
He has more important things to do right now.
He took a deep breath and suddenly said without any context, "I want to apologize."
Xia Xize:?
"ah?"
As soon as Yang Yinping said this, he felt relieved.
He no longer hesitated. He raised his head and said to Xia Xize seriously, "I want to go and apologize to Xi Chao. And."
"Change back to our original part."
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