After buying shoes and having breakfast at the mall, Mo Zechuan, as a competent driver, took him to the audition site.
The time is perfect, nine o'clock.
"Give me your Chinese medicine formula, I'll use it to pay you back and share it with you."
Without even looking up, Xu Jing said, "No need. Selling it will pay off the debt. Once the debt is paid, I can leave."
People should always look forward. How can they stay stuck in the same place?
Watching him walk past him nonchalantly, Mo Zechuan gritted his teeth.
If Chinese herbal facial masks can be mass-produced, the income alone will not only offset the money he has spent these days, but will also be enough to buy his villa.
Does he really hate me so much that he is willing to give up everything just to distance himself from me?
No, he would never let go.
He finally met someone who suited his taste and then let him go. Even he himself despised himself as a useless thing. Isn't it useless if he can't even keep a person?
"Hey, Duren, I want to discuss something with you. I want a spot on the audition judges list."
Du Lun, the organizer, was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. "Third Master, our 'Youth Without Regrets' trainee auditions are just a mediocre little project." "We can't stand up to a big Buddha like you."
"If you don't make room for me, I'll withdraw my investment. You can handle it yourself." Mo Zechuan hung up the phone casually. Ten minutes later, Du Lun called again. "Okay, I've made room for you. When will you show up?"
Mo Zechuan smiled knowingly, thinking to himself: "There's really no way you can get rid of him. Not only the door, but even the window paper is sealed. He wants Xiao Zhou to be in his control until death."
As for kicking it away when he gets tired of playing with it, that's another matter. He only cares about the happiness of the moment and doesn't care about the future at all.
Mo Zechuan walked into the backstage studio with an indifferent look on his face. Everyone in the stands and on the stage were busy preparing for the stage, and he asked impatiently, "When will it be done?"
"It still needs some debugging." Du Lun, who arrived late, smiled patiently and said, "Would you like to go to the lounge and wait?"
"Hmm. What's Zhou Jinxi's number?"
Du Lun suddenly realized what was going on. He had been wondering why Mr. Mo Sanye had called him, but it turned out he was here to support his lover. "I'll check right away and let you know by text."
"Also, please pay attention to Ning Su's situation and make sure he passes the preliminary round."
Mo Zechuan thought that his childhood sweetheart was a professional after all. It would be too shameful for a professional to fail even the first stage. No matter what, he had to let him work his way through society for a year before making his debut. Otherwise, how could he be worthy of his hard work?
"Yes, yes, I'll do it now." Duren was as humble as a slave, his spine almost broken.
Xu Jing received number 36.
There were quite a lot of people participating in the competition this time. There were more than a hundred of them. Half of them were eliminated in the preliminary round and only fifty places were left.
"Hey, buddy, make some room." Before Xu Jing could say anything, he was pushed to the side. He frowned and looked at him. The yellow-haired man in weird clothes took the number plate, threw it to the staff arranged by the organizer, and went on stage with the microphone.
Then there was a burst of chattering, so loud that it made one's scalp numb. Xu Jing immediately covered his ears to prevent secondary contamination.
If the auditions were as noisy as a car accident scene, he felt he could still pass with a little effort.
Xu Jing turned on his phone and started playing a dance video. The person sitting next to him heard the sound, turned his head to look, and sneered: "Dude, isn't it a bit too late to learn now?"
"It's still early." Xu Jing clicked the number plate "36". It was only after number 10.
"Heh, another loser, why bother with him? He's wearing a mask, who knows if he's an ugly one."
Xu Jing, who was called ugly, did not respond and continued watching his video.
Before long, the crowds around them dwindled. The eliminated players weren't on the same path as them, so they couldn't see their plight. Most people who wanted to see their opponents went to the inner court, leaving only a few of them alone in the outer court.
"Oh, I finally made it." Su Luo, who had a baby face, sat down next to Xu Jing, panting and calming down. After recovering, he patted Xu Jing on the back and said, "Hi, hello. I'm Su Luo, can I meet you?"
Xu Jing frowned, initially unwilling to respond, but upon seeing his brilliant smile, he forgave the sudden appearance of the baby-faced Su Luo. "Hello, Zhou Jinxi."
"Hello, Jinxi." Su Luo held his hand, squeezed it gently, and said with a smile: "What number are you in? What are you looking at? Why are you here alone?"
A chatterbox.
Xu Jing was speechless and pointed at the number plate on his chest. "I still need to cram for some dance moves. You go ahead and do your thing."
"Oh." He drooped his head, listless like a golden retriever that had lost its motivation, and before he'd been quiet for five minutes, he leaned over. "Are you watching hip-hop? Can you learn it in such a short time?" Su Luo was skeptical.
"Not bad." The basics aren't difficult. He just needs to learn a few simple movements and connect them together.
"You're amazing." Su Luo stared at him with starry eyes, which greatly satisfied her vanity. "I want to be friends with you."
"Okay, I'm going." Xu Jing was speechless, a hint of mockery on his lips as he turned around. Su Luo was an 18-year-old naive girl? Why didn't he believe it?
After taking the microphone from the staff, Xu Jing turned and walked onto the stage.
There were four judges sitting in the audience, namely dance director Kevin, music director Liu Li, group director Zhu Meng, and Xu Jing's old rival and sex partner Mo Zechuan.
Xu Jing rubbed his eyes, afraid that he couldn't see clearly, so he rubbed his eyes again. He was not mistaken, it was Mo Zechuan.
Mo Zechuan sat in the audience, his serious expression reminiscent of a foreign teacher. If Xu Jing hadn't been so familiar with him, he would have thought he'd just been replaced by someone else with the same name, surname, and appearance.
"Ahem, this trainee's name is Zhou Jinxi, right?"
Kevin looked at his information.
18 years old, high school graduate, uneducated, staying home. At this age, not attending college and coming to the draft, is he crazy or does he have some special talent?
There is no entry for special skills.
"Why did you come to the draft?"
"Because of my dream," Xu Jing said sincerely. "I want to be a singer and dancer, with my own stage and thousands of fans."
"It's quite difficult. Do you have anything to rely on?" After all, tens of thousands of fans are no joke. Even if you participate in a talent show and debut and write songs, you are still unknown everywhere. Young people nowadays are really confident.
"Of course." Xu Jing smiled knowingly and took off his black mask.
I was too far away to see people's expressions, but hearing their exclamations was enough.
Kevin and Zhu Meng stared at each other for a second, and Zhu Meng murmured, "With this face alone, it would be so famous even if it were a mascot!"
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