Day 139
The heat in front of the stage is even greater than that backstage.
After the performance, the young men in white shirts stood in a row. They were all tall and had long legs, attracting a lot of attention.
It was rare for Zhou Hengyu to restrain his arrogance and smile, as if the young master with a bad face was not him.
Jiang Sulin walked over and handed the microphone to the captain and the C position.
They said nothing, but first bowed deeply, almost ninety degrees, toward the audience and toward every camera, not rising for a long time. From the audience came a thunderous roar, converging into their names.
It was as if they were shouting for the championship and completely forgot the existence of the other group.
Zhou Hengyu was the first to stand up. Although he failed in the election for the C position, he grabbed a seat next to Jiang Sulin.
He took the microphone, his voice still hoarse from heavy breathing, but extremely firm.
"Thank you all... for accompanying us to the final chapter of this story. 'The Weight of Dreams,' this song reflects the reflections of all of us."
He turned to look at his teammates; they all looked at him with tears in their eyes. Zhou Hengyu scoffed inwardly at how good these people were at acting, reciting lines they had already memorized.
He choked with a sob.
"Sorry, I got a little too excited. I never thought I'd make it this far. The people around me didn't support my dream. They thought being an idol was too extreme..."
"All he said were your lines." Chen Chi patted Bai Wenji's shoulder sympathetically - compared to Bai's parents who were angry and didn't come to watch the finals, Zhou Hengyu's famous parents were sitting in the audience to support the occasion.
"But I still persisted. I wanted to prove to everyone that my decision was right."
The atmosphere in front of the stage was so heated that whatever Zhou Hengyu said would get a warm response, as if everyone was moved by his words.
In short, the media is very satisfied, Zhou Hengyu is very satisfied, and Zhou Hengyu's parents are also very satisfied.
The camera tilted and focused on Bo Mi.
"Thank you all—I—"
Fu Xunyan frowned.
It's not like him to lose control of his emotions like this.
The guy who "cried beautifully" in front of the camera didn't look like Bomi.
The handsome and delicate boy stood there frailly, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. Amid the distressed cries of "Don't cry", Bo Mi wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes and looked at the camera again.
"Since I joined the company at the age of 15, I have spent all my holidays on the set in the past three years."
"I've never worked so hard with so many partners before. Coming to 'New Century Idol', I felt for the first time the support of my friends and the weight of working together."
"This journey is coming to an end. Today, 'The Weight of Dreams' is my graduation performance for everyone. I hope you enjoy it. I also hope you will continue to support Bomi, whether on stage or elsewhere."
Fu Xunyan suddenly realized - although he was not sure of his speculation, but...
Bo Mi will not debut.
It’s not because he can’t debut, but because he chooses not to debut, but - Fu Xunyan glanced at the number of votes on the side screen, and Bomi’s votes are still growing wildly.
How is he going to get away with it?
The microphone was passed around and finally given to Jiang Han.
"Hello to all the new century star makers~" Jiang Han was as cheerful as ever, and he was the only one among the ten people who didn't cry.
He blinked his eyes and had a round face, as if he was performing not a ballad but a cheerful little sweet song.
"I'm very grateful to everyone for being able to make it to the finals." He saw Peng Siyuan, Jiang Ye and others waving at him frantically from the audience.
"To have one more stage to perform on—this has always been the goal of all of us lower-ranked trainees. And standing here today, I am also fulfilling the dreams of all the brothers who didn't make it to the finals."
"Whether I will debut or not..." Jiang Han's voice was a little hoarse. Even though his eyes were bright, he still showed a little reluctance. "Ah, actually I'm not that sad."
"Because the quota is fixed, I just have to do my best."
“What I want to say is that everyone is great. Even if you don’t make your debut here, you will definitely have your own wonderful performance.”
"So, please, viewers and fans, if you like this, please be sure to follow our follow-up. We will redouble our efforts and live up to your expectations."
No one stopped Jiang Han from making these negative remarks - about the fact that he and some other people were destined not to make their debut.
After all, he was telling the truth.
Such frankness and cuteness dispelled all the sad emotions. The trainees in the audience went from being embarrassed by being called out to being relieved, and finally joined in the fun by making heart shapes towards the camera, proving with their strength that they needed their fans' continued support in the future.
After Jiang Han finished this big deal, he smiled shyly and changed the microphone.
[Although they all speak well, I am in a hurry]
[Ahhhh, that's enough, that's enough. I think Jiang Han has finished explaining the core idea. The rest of you can stop repeating yourself. Change song!]
[??? Can you be a little polite?]
[Private Marseille I also want to be polite, but this is the situation right now - I really want to see the treasure hunt!]
[Agree! Xunbao, please come out soon, or Mom's heart will be seduced by Bo Mi.]
[Oh my god, that expression on Sihashababe’s face just now]
[(Picture) (Picture) (Picture) This is so wonderful! I didn’t expect Jiang Han to have abs too.]
[Who knows how tempting a white shirt really is... Even if we take a step back, can the "True Colors" crew wear this outfit and dance again?]
[Fu Xunyan's performance is definitely better than Bo Mi's...]
[Don't start a fight upstairs!]
The audience is like a steamer at this moment, and every bun has a different heart.
Some people were immersed in the stunning beauty of the "Dream" group, while others were anxiously waiting for the "True Colors" group to appear.
Chen Lianqing secretly set up her newly purchased Hasselblad, striving to capture Fu Xunyan's beauty with 100 million pixels. Although she was fully confident in her photography skills, she was still worried - tonight's amazing photo must come from her!
"Sister Lianpeng, do you know something?" Xiaomei finally got the ticket at a high price, and followed Chen Lianqing to the finals happily. She used her body to separate others and tried her best to protect the safety of Chen Lianqing (not) the camera.
"Yeah." Chen Lianqing didn't hide it anymore. "Dong Zhiyu from Dongri Group—the sponsor responsible for the clothing this time—is my aunt."
"Oh." Xiaomei nodded, seeming to understand. Bohe beside her was startled. "What? She's your aunt? Then quickly persuade her to change her ways and not marry Zhou Hengyu. I heard through the grapevine that they have a chance."
"How many good things can a man in the entertainment industry have? Oh, excluding treasure hunting."
Chen Lianqing smacked his lips thoughtfully. "You're incredibly well-informed. My aunt is in contact with Zhou Hengyu, but I don't think this will work out."
Why can't it succeed?
Then we have to ask why my aunt watched Zhou Hengyu in the first place.
In recent years, sales of old-established groups like Dongri have declined. Seeing that Patrox recruited Fu Xunyan to achieve ascension, my grandfather and aunt were also tempted.
They want a well-known and motivated star to promote their own company. Isn't the best way to do this by marrying into the family?
My aunt had really liked Fu Xunyan at first - after all, no one would fail to fall for Xunyan's stunning beauty. However, because she thought that this man would be difficult to pursue, and before Chen Lianqing made a move to ruin the relationship, my aunt had given up on it.
Then he felt that the star second generation Zhou Hengyu was good, so he started contacting the Zhou family.
Of course the Zhou family was happy about it, but Zhou Hengyu seemed a little unconvinced.
It doesn’t matter. My aunt doesn’t like him anymore anyway. I heard that she met someone more suitable during her last visit to the set.
"so……"
"So I also did some blowing. The costumes for the True Colors group this time are going to be amazing."
Chen Lianqing blinked his eyes, revealing a playful look that was different from his usual hypocritical attitude.
She didn't destroy the fairness. It was "Dream" who insisted on having a white shirt, and Zhou Hengyu decided on the style in Dongri's warehouse.
As for "True Colors", Fu Xunyan collected the ideas of the team members and compiled them into a form and gave it to his aunt. His aunt helped to select some and took it to look at them. Only after reading them did he decide.
Of course, with Chen Lianqing's promotion and Dong Zhiyu's selfishness, the VIP fee that was originally not planned to be opened was also taken out.
"So what is their concept this time? I'm so anxious. Can you give us a preview?" Xiaomei's eyes were full of stars.
"No, no—see, isn't it already here?"
There was no opening introduction. Jiang Sulin was suddenly surprised to be pushed aside by the staff while he was speaking.
His expression was surprised, as if something unexpected had really happened.
"Make way, make way, the big stars are coming, don't block the way."
The clothes hangers were shaking on the stage, and the script manager was wearing retro work clothes from the 1990s, with his hair tied into a crew cut.
The red curtain fluttered and the silver microphone was moved.
Suddenly, everyone on the field stopped moving, and the picture seemed to be paused.
The camera switched in an instant and came behind someone.
Ahh ...
The reporter from Blue TV couldn't help but scratch his ears. He had witnessed the enthusiasm of these girls, but it was good. Now he knew exactly who the protagonist was tonight.
The figure on the big screen was so tall and straight, with a kind of masculinity that was not seen in previous talent shows. It wasn't that the other kids were too weak, it was just that Fu Xunyan was too special.
He strikes a perfect balance between youthfulness and masculine charm, so much so that just looking at his back can bring out screams.
"That's amazing." After being "kicked off the stage", Jiang Sulin did not walk far away. He just stood by the curtain and watched Fu Xunyan walk forward.
Jiang Pianpian agreed: "Yeah, the others didn't exercise as frequently after Cyber Love, but Fu Xunyan persisted. Now he has these abdominal muscles, these biceps, these broad shoulders, shashasha."
He has a very fit yet not exaggerated body, even Jiang Sulin is envious.
At this moment, Fu Xunyan, who was standing on the stage and walking forward step by step, tensed every inch of his muscles.
He wasn't nervous, just excited.
Standing behind that red, he could almost picture himself in his mind—delicate yet eerie.
Yes, exquisite but strange.
When the dark red curtain was drawn, the bright red figure dazzled the audience's eyes like a lightning bolt splitting the sky.
"this……"
"Wow!"
"Is this Fu Xunyan???"
Yes, it's him.
The sharply tailored bright red suit made him look like a walking flame, and every step he took touched people's hearts. The open suit revealed the semi-transparent black shirt underneath, and his skin was dangerously pale in the vagueness.
Ahh ...
"Oh my god, so handsome!"
"Su's leg is broken!"
Fu Xunyan's face had never been so exaggerated and aggressive.
His eyeliner today was very thick, rising directly to the corners of his eyes, and the black and red eyeshadow outlined the wings of a phoenix. The chameleon sequins dotted on it made him sparkle from every angle.
It was the first time he had painted his lips that red, with a mocking, nonchalant smile on the corner of his mouth. Combined with his piled-up black curly hair, a few strands of hair fell in front of his forehead, blocking half of his vision, adding a bit of mystery and unruly.
He just walked over, his chin slightly raised, his neck lines elegant and stubborn, one hand casually inserted in his trouser pocket, and the other hand loosely holding the upright microphone, as if it was not an instrument, but an extension of his body.
“It’s——show time”
"Ahhhhh how did he make such a cheesy shouting rap sound so deadly!"
Xiaomei's screams were quickly drowned out by the shouts of other girls, and occasionally there were even a few loud and hoarse male voices that sounded like they were almost suffocating.
Chen Lianqing is now very divided - her reason keeps her awake and she must record Fu Xunyan's most wonderful moments, but her true feelings are the same as those of the people around her.
Intoxicated by madness and chaos.
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