Chapter 37 Everyone present here is a loser! (An additional chapter in response to everyone's requests!)
The mentors’ teaching only lasts for the first day.
The second day was a combination of singing and dancing, practicing on my own while singing and dancing.
All 99 students were practicing hard, constantly watching the instructor's teaching videos and studying the movements with their companions.
Among the 100 people, only Lin Fan was paddling on the sidelines, and he was paddling with a clear conscience. Because Lin Fan was always ready to leave the studio after the theme song recording was finished.
However, Lin Fan wanted to slack off, but someone was unwilling to let Lin Fan go.
Li Xiaodong came to him and said, "Brother Fan, can you help me check how my practice is going?"
Lin Fan looked at the glittering "VIP" buff on Li Xiaodong's head and nodded: "Okay, then I'll help you take a look, but I'm not a professional, I can only help you correct your movements by watching the video."
"And me, and me!" Lin Fan's roommate in 404, Chen Xianwu, also came to join in the fun.
“I’m coming too!”
"Brother Fan, please help me take a look too!"
All the students in the same training room came to join in the fun. Lin Fan followed the principle of letting one sheep go and herding a flock of sheep: "Okay, okay, let's go together!"
Music starts: “oh~~~~”
The students all started to make gestures at the same time, and it turned out pretty well.
But Lin Fan was happy too early. After eight beats, some people began to lose track.
Not only can he not keep up with the dance moves, he can't keep up with the singing either. Not only can he not keep up with the rhythm, he can't keep up with the tune either.
To the chorus: "...Sunshine, Sunshine, Sun..."
The sound broke directly!
Lin Fan rubbed his ears, somewhat incredulous.
"That's it?"
They claim that these 100 trainees, future idols who are good at singing and dancing, were carefully selected from tens of thousands of trainees across the country. Is this their level?
It's okay to forget the dance moves or not keep up with the beat. After all, you have only been learning it for half a day. Dancing requires more practice, so it's understandable.
But what about singing? That was too bad! Throughout the theme song, most of the students started well, but when it came to the chorus, they immediately started to howl like ghosts, some forgot the lyrics, some sang out of tune, some broke their voices, it was like a car accident scene.
Plus the dancing, I don’t know what others think, but Lin Fan himself thinks it’s horrible.
If Morning Star had not blocked the original sound of the students practicing songs during live broadcast, Lin Fan felt that the car accident scene in front of him would have completely banished the program Morning Star to the mundane world! Mandatory Skill: Singing in tune is activated. With the super plug-in of the system, Lin Fan said, I am not targeting a certain person, I am saying that everyone present is a loser!
…
When Li Xiaodong heard the two words that Lin Fan blurted out, his body stiffened and even the song he was singing stopped.
“Oh no!”
Lin Fan regretted and wanted to slap himself. Why was he so mean as to offend others?
"Brother Fan, let me do it again!"
Li Xiaodong took a deep breath, ignored the other students, and started over again.
“I’m coming too!”
Not to be outdone, Chen Xianwu quickly got into the starting position with Li Xiaodong.
Lin Fan moved his lips, but ultimately said nothing more. Looking at the hardworking students, he felt that the two words he had just said were too hurtful.
Once! Again! Once more! …
Lai Siu-tung, Chen Xian-wu... The students in the practice room have no idea how many times they have practiced, but no one complains or feels tired. They keep practicing, even if their movements are not done well or their singing is not in tune, they still keep practicing.
Gradually, Lin Fan's eyes became serious. He felt that even if he was going to be eliminated, he should at least be a good sparring partner. As a qualified sparring partner, he needed to point out everyone's mistakes in a timely manner so that everyone could avoid detours.
Although I am a layman in dancing and only specialize in the splits, if I want to find fault, even a layman can do it pretty well.
After hearing Lin Fan's correction, Li Xiaodong, Chen Xianwu and others gradually began to find the right direction, and their training became better and better.
However, this improvement is limited. After all, time is too tight. At most, everyone has only practiced for two days, and this time there are only three days! Only three days!
…
Eight o'clock in the evening.
After dinner, Lin Fan prepared to go back to the dormitory to sleep. However, the dormitory building, which was bustling in the past, was unusually quiet today.
I guess the students are all in the training room studying the dance moves in depth right now.
Lin Fan thought this was good, no one disturbed his sleep.
But as soon as he arrived at the door of 404, Lin Fan heard suppressed sobbing coming from the dormitory.
Someone was crying in the dormitory.
Lin Fan paused, but still opened the door and walked in as if nothing had happened. While he was still at the door, his voice had already entered the house: "Chen Xianwu, you are here too."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Chen Xianwu, who was lying on the bed, heard the voice and quickly rubbed his face on the pillow to wipe away the tears on his face, and said in a muffled voice: "Ah, Brother Fan, you are back."
"Well, come back to bed."
Chen Xianwu got up, his eyes and nose still red: "Well, then you take a rest, I'll pack up and leave."
Lin Fan pretended to look for his pajamas and didn't look at his face, lest the child's skin be embarrassed: "When will you come back tonight? I'll leave the light on for you."
Chen Xianwu smiled bitterly: "I don't know about others, but I probably won't come back to sleep tonight."
What do you mean? Lin Fan couldn't help but look at him: "You want..."
The bitterness on Chen Xianwu's face became more obvious. "I haven't even learned the song, let alone the dance... I heard that Zhuo Yuanquan and Lu Bingyang from Class A will help everyone with the moves in the training room at night. I'm going to take a class first, and then I'll practice harder on my own after that, so as to keep my place in Class C during the second evaluation... I don't have enough time, so I won't come back to sleep at night."
Chen Xianwu’s idea is actually the idea of the vast majority of students.
If you don’t have enough talent, make up for it with hard work.
Although it may not have much effect due to time constraints, it is impossible to just give up. After all, everyone comes to this show to become famous.
Except Lin Fan.
No one wants to leave if they can stay.
Because the stage of "Morning Star" is probably the biggest stage that many people can step onto in their lifetime.
Chen Xianwu took a shower, changed his sweat-soaked clothes, and left the dormitory.
Lin Fan quietly began to pack his luggage.
Chen Xianwu's mentality is the mentality of most students, but not Lin Fan.
From the moment Lin Fan stepped onto the stage for the first time, his only wish was to leave here as soon as possible and find a tourist city to open a homestay of his own. Even though he didn't have much money, it didn't stop him from realizing this dream.
Lin Fan had no choice on the first public stage, because it was not a stage for him alone. He could not ignore his teammates' desire for the stage and let himself hold them back.
The theme song mission is a personal mission.
Lin Fan can make his own decisions.
If you want to sing well, you can sing well; if you want to dance badly, you can dance badly; the program group will not force you to do so. Perhaps, only Lin Fan is so weird. Others only think about how to stay, but he is the only one who wants to leave the star-making stage of Dachang.
But when Lin Fan packed his luggage and lay down on the bed to sleep, Chen Xianwu's bitter smile kept flashing in his mind, as well as Li Xiaodong dancing over and over again because of his "that's it", and Lu Bingyang, who could have practiced silently but couldn't bear to see others struggling, so he took the initiative to help others with the moves...
There were even more people sweating profusely in those eight small training rooms.
Everyone is working hard!
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