Day 36
The director covered his forehead in despair. He was clearly trying his best to avoid problems, so how come he ended up creating the problem himself?
The trainees below burst into laughter, finally dispelling some of the stagnant and melancholy atmosphere in the room.
"Ah, no, no! That's not what I said!" Yin Xingheng waved at the camera in frustration, repeatedly using sign language to retract his words.
In fact, it was also very obvious in the camera that Yin Xingheng had only one word left in her words but it was cut off. However, netizens are so good at making fun of her that they simply ignored Yin Xingheng's dying struggle.
[I'm serious, I'm serious! , Star Hunting is real!]
[Is this the director leading us? Wow, this operation is amazing, and yes, I mean crazy amazing]
[Who cares why? Star Search is a good idea. It really fits in with the theme of "New Century Idol"]
[The theme song is called "Ten Thousand Stars", and the CP name is "Xunxing" which gives it a sense of fate~~]
[Such a big candy! Confessing right away, my couple is really trying hard.]
[It’s over, Sister Xunxing has gone crazy…]
[Please understand, after all, the two children haven't been in the same frame for so long]
[What's the matter? Isn't being first and second in a public performance also a form of being in the same frame?]
[Hahaha, first and second in the first public performance, and also first and second in the trending searches. It seems that Fu Xunyan’s left position is unchangeable no matter what.]
[I poke my finger but I keep chewing Xingyan. What should I do?]
[What should I do? I advise you to stop as soon as possible. There are only Sister Xunxing outside! !]
The excitement brought by Yin Xingheng lasted for a long time, until Jiang Sulin couldn't stop smiling and invited the third person, Bomi, to speak.
Bo Mi stood still on the stage. This trainee, known for his actor-like face, was very handsome. Although he could not compare with Kenny's beauty or Fu Xunyan's sharpness, he was full of the clarity and purity that belonged to his age.
This was also the first time that Fu Xunyan looked at him carefully during this week.
Bo Mi is a complicated person.
At this moment, this person was standing there, his short black hair was as fluffy as a dandelion ball just blown away by the spring breeze, and the ends of his hair brushed across his brow bone, startling his drooping eyelashes.
Her eyelashes were too long, casting an arc of shadow under her eyelids that reminded her of a gardenia bud wrapped in cellophane. Her nose was round and slightly red, as if someone had just gently rubbed it with a snowball.
The most striking thing about him were his eyes, like the focus of a newborn fawn taking in the world for the first time. When he raised the corners of his lips just right, smile lines spread from them, and the small, light brown mole on his right earlobe trembled with it, like the first drop of ink on rice paper, instantly suffusing the entire ink painting with vitality.
No wonder he was able to compete with Ye Lai for first place in the last round even though he was not good at singing and dancing.
He spoke to so many people, yet made everyone feel that he was looking at them sincerely - this was the magic of Bo Mi, and the reason why he received so much support in the last round.
"I'm very grateful to my fans for their support. Without you, I wouldn't be in this position."
Then there was a three-second silence, and Bo Mi showed unexpectedly no expression.
He put away the clean smile that was always on his face, and suddenly became a stranger. His eyes were like a wooden boat in the vast ocean, drifting aimlessly without an anchor.
The whole place fell silent because of this pause. Fu Xunyan could hear the breathing of the trainees not far away and Ye Lai in the two rows in front.
"Well, I have a confession to make."
Confess? Confess what?
The live broadcast room instantly became lively with many different opinions, ranging from "Actually, I am a prince from a foreign country" to "Actually, I am already on the list of rich women", and it was very exciting.
"When I first came to this show, I didn't think about working hard. Becoming an idol wasn't my goal."
Wow… there was an uproar. Although he still had some sense and didn't say it too clearly, the subtext of this sentence was obvious to the trainees.
Being an idol is not my goal - because I look down on this profession.
What is an idol?
It's hard work, it's sweat, it's for the leaping and singing on the stage.
They look glamorous and beautifully dressed, and their beauty blooms freely on the 20-30 square meter stage.
But in fact, when the spotlight is removed, their youth, beauty and simplicity make them "playthings" and their performances are without content.
A TV show or a movie can convey an idea. Regardless of its depth, through packaging, a film that flatters men can be portrayed as a heroine's self-reliance.
But the idols' performances weren't good. Each song was four minutes long, and the lyrics were mostly simple, always touching on clichéd topics like love and youth.
Even with "We Are Queens/Kings" and "We Keep Running Towards the Sun", after three or four minutes of touching moments, it seemed unable to arouse any enthusiasm.
The effect of the stage is destined to be much shorter than that of a book or a script.
What's more, people are too harsh on these direct beauties, and twisting bodies seem indecent to them.
As the training of interns in various companies has become more formalized, the vitality that grew wildly in the early days is nowhere to be found.
Lack of personality, lack of ideas, lack of a strong core that can infect others - this is the common problem of trainees today.
Especially after those rich kids squeezed into this track, the so-called "for the dream" became nothingness. They danced in their warm and comfortable nests, holding the banner of "dream" for fun.
Of course, we cannot generalize, but it is undeniable that this circle has lost its "drive".
Fu Xunyan allowed sensitive audiences to be the first to feel a little different.
"I"
Bo Mi pursed his lips, moved his gaze, and stared at one point.
"People who pursue their dreams are worthy of admiration. I heard that."
This sentence was incoherent, but Min Hai and Fu Xunyan were both stunned - could it be that there were more than just the two of them in the stairwell that day?
"After watching that performance, I felt an extraordinary power. It's truly a wonderful thing. If it wasn't this song, if the stage wasn't designed like that, or even... if it weren't you, I wouldn't have felt it."
You're talking about Fu Xunyan and the others... All the trainees temporarily forgot about the rankings and started whispering to each other.
"What's he doing?" Dal-bae was speechless. "How could he make such an explosive statement? Isn't this bringing up the treasure hunt again?"
Yin Xingheng rolled her eyes. "Forget it, my words have already been broadcast... I feel like our show seems to be crossing the boundaries of conventional wisdom in many ways."
Bo Mi continued, "That might sound a bit immature. Logically, one should think carefully about the path of life, especially career choices. Some people need five or ten years to see clearly, but..."
"Call me reckless or brainless, but I'm going to change the direction of my efforts because of a song and a performance. I believe there should be people in this world who can understand this momentary impulse. Of course, it's okay if they don't understand."
"I will do my best. Please look forward to seeing Bo Mi continue to fight on the stage."
The boy with curly hair smiled again, just like before.
Fu Xunyan met his gaze, and the applause around him was deafening.
But Bomi was looking at himself, very quietly, like fresh snow in winter.
Fu Xunyan stretched out his hand and gently applauded him.
The boy smiled and put down the microphone without hesitation, regardless of the hurricane he had stirred up at the scene and in the live broadcast room, and walked onto the throne belonging to third place.
The Internet has exploded because of Bo Mi’s remarks.
[Ahhhh, uncle, what on earth are you doing?! Why are you doing this without informing your mother first?]
[Auntie's gone crazy. Didn't we say we were going to be actors? Didn't the company hint before the competition that we were just trying to gain exposure?]
[Help! What if they actually debut?! Not to mention the fake talent shows of the past few years, even the popular talent shows from four years ago weren't considered successful in China.]
[Bo Mi is really losing his composure this time. Does he know how much effort it takes to truly sing and dance? He has absolutely no foundation right now…]
[So, this statement... the songs, the stage, you, are all referring to fxy, right? Right?]
[Those who follow the topic should check it out. The treasure hunters’ square has been slaughtered by the Bo family.]
[What the hell! If Xun Ma doesn't show off her power, do you think I'm a sick cat? What right does their family have to slaughter people in the square? We haven't even scolded him for trying to gain attention yet!]
[Xun Ma, listen up! Leave the live studio temporarily and go back to fight!]
There was no one around Fu Xunyan, and no one could discuss with him what the purpose of Bo Mi's speech was, but the burning gazes of the trainees behind him kept burning Fu Xunyan's back.
There was only one person left in the front row, Ye Lai.
Ye Lai wanted to turn back, but just as Bo Mi spoke, his sixth sense had once again sounded the alarm. This time, it was also due to a sense of threat, but it had nothing to do with the ranking.
It's only about one person.
Ye Lai didn't turn around, his mind revolving around the snow in that foreign land. White flakes blew in from nowhere, blurring Ye Lai's vision and slamming his tender green leaves down.
"Ye Lai"
"Ye Lai"
Someone called him, and then there was a weight on his shoulder.
Ye Lai tilted his head in a daze. The man's face was a little blurry in the overly bright light. It was not until he adapted to the light that he could see the face clearly.
A face that looks clean and fresh with light makeup, but still has a sharp feel.
"It's our turn, let's go."
Ye Lai's mind went blank. He stood up obediently and followed him onto the stage.
Jiang Sulin looked at the two young men walking towards him, his eyes revealing a hint of sadness as he recalled the past. Through Ye Lai and Fu Xunyan, he seemed to see his high-spirited self from more than ten years ago.
"Congratulations to the two trainees. You are ranked first and second respectively in the first ranking of 'New Century Idol'."
"You two seem to have a great relationship, but the director still wants me to ask a very cruel question. Who do you think is first and who is second?"
Ye Lai involuntarily turned his head again and looked at the head that was slightly taller than his. The only thing in his mind was "You two seem to have a good relationship", and he didn't hear the second half of the sentence at all.
Fu Xunyan was probably waiting for him to answer first, but Ye Lai couldn't hide his confusion at all, so he took the microphone.
"Do I think so? I think I'm second."
Jiang Sulin was a little surprised. The Fu Xunyan he knew was silent but sharp, not the overly humble type.
Fu Xunyan smiled and said, "It's just based on the actual calculations. Besides..."
"Life's journey can't be smooth sailing. There must always be transcendence and progress to make it interesting, right?"
Wow, what he said was quite philosophical. The trainees below were laughing happily, but they didn't notice the stiff movements and expressions of some staff members of the program team at all.
Yes, they made tickets.
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