Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Can I Cut the Sponsor into a Mahjong Table?
Soon the ratings began.
According to the regulations, each group of trainees' stage time is about two minutes long. Adding the personal performance segment, the average time is only about ten minutes, and the process goes by very quickly.
Sound, light, and color filled Cen Xue's senses, trying hard to attract his attention.
So he didn't have much time to think.
By the time he reacted, he and Fu Rouyun were also standing in the center of the stage.
A headlight was shining straight at her, and even her skin felt strangely hot. Cen Xue closed her eyes subconsciously.
At this time, backstage, the director was asking the photographer to give him a close-up of his face.
Lighting of this intensity can make heavy makeup look like bare face, but Cen Xue and Fu Rouyun were lucky to use polarized shimmer. Even if the eyeshadow base color was blurred to skin color, the shimmer's inherent color tendency and retention rate were just right.
Cen Xue's eyes moved slightly, and her slightly curled eyelashes did not steal the show, so the ripples between her eyebrows were fully displayed, reminiscent of the luster reflected by exquisite porcelain when displayed.
I was unaware of these operations.
Fu Rouyun was introducing himself as the team leader in her ears. As soon as he finished the last word, Cen Xue was about to follow him.
He took a deep breath and raised his eyes——
"Hello, instructors. My name is Cen Xue, and I'm 25 years old. Although I haven't been practicing for a long time, I will try my best to take every stage seriously."
Yan Pei and Lu Yanxi's seats were in the center of the judges' seats.
With their stance relative to the stage, it was difficult not to make eye contact with them as long as they looked straight ahead.
At the beginning, the host specifically explained that in order to maintain the fairness of the competition, none of the mentors would have access to the trainees' information beforehand. Each mentor was equipped with a tablet, and the system would automatically push the relevant information.
When she was in love with them, Cen Xue was not called this name.
So it’s normal that they have no reaction to these two words, but what about their faces?
After taking a quick look at the information pushed, Yan Pei and Lu Yanxi looked at him a step slower than Cen Xue.
The moment three pairs of eyes met in the air, time seemed to stand still. A magnetic field that no one else could interfere with was formed between the three people. The surroundings automatically darkened, and only the gradually accelerating heartbeat reminded them that there was no time to lose.
The echo of heartbeat gradually rises beside the eardrum.
So Cen Xue knew that they must have recognized her.
This is the tacit understanding that we once kissed.
*
A subtle atmosphere spreads.
Even the most slow-witted person would realize that there was something wrong with the rhythm of the scene.
As the producer's representative, Yan Pei was supposed to lead the process, but he hadn't said a word for over a minute.
The other instructors lowered their heads and exchanged glances.
Variety shows are recorded for a long time, so it is common to occasionally lose your form. All you have to do is re-record.
Yan Pei is known in the circle for his free-spirited and explosive temper, but he also often comes up with golden quotes that become trending topics. Everyone knows that he is the representative this time, and it is because of his sharp and ruthless attitude towards the trainees.
So Yan Pei just let it go.
But Lu Yanxi...why was she, like Yan Pei, staring at a trainee like that?
“Ahem—”
A mentor received an urging from the director team through his in-ear monitor and was about to ask the trainees some basic questions without going over Yan Pei.
He blurted out: "Trainee Cen Xue..."
"Oh no," the instructor thought to himself. He had originally wanted to cue Fu Rouyun—young and the captain, he looked like a hot topic, but Yan Pei and Lu Yanxi led him astray, and he subconsciously called out Cen Xue!
What's the good question? He still wants to be an idol at this age? It's a topic, but he's not a strict and mean person.
Suddenly, someone knocked the microphone hard on his.
A sharp and piercing whistle exploded in the earphones, and everyone hissed.
"Sorry, my hand slipped."
The culprit, Yan Pei, apologized without any guilt.
Instructor: "Heh...heh, Teacher Yan, do you have anything to ask?"
Why don't you mention it earlier or later, but you have to steal the spotlight from him?
"Well, I'm really interested. For example..."
Yan Pei's index finger traced the words on the tablet: "'Cen - Xue'."
The first word was deliberately prolonged, but the second word came to an abrupt end. When he pronounced the name, his voice was lower than usual, with a bit more graininess. Although he looked nonchalant, there was a dangerous feeling in his expression as if he was locking onto his prey.
He leaned back in his chair, glaring at everyone with his chin raised. "That sounds nice. Is that your real name?"
Cen only heard his own calm voice: "It's my real name."
Yan Pei: "Change your ways."
Cen Xue: "I haven't changed it."
...What are you asking?
Everyone was confused and had no chance to interrupt.
Yan Pei became even more aggressive and even checked her household registration: "Were you from City S before?"
Cen Xue: "My household registration is in H City."
"Really? I don't think so." Yan Pei raised his eyebrows. "In the No. 3 Municipal Middle School..."
"Teacher Yan."
Lu Yanxi interrupted him, "Do these questions have anything to do with the stage? They're getting off topic."
Lu Yanxi, as a special guest, only participated in the first episode, just to create a buzz by appearing alongside Yan Pei. Therefore, his previous comments were merely to go along with the topic, or to offer little impact on the final evaluation. This was the first time today that he had contradicted others.
Compared with Yan Pei's style, he is completely a role model in the circle. He treats people politely and never puts on airs. There are countless good things to say in the circle.
However, such a gentle and easy-going person actually covered someone's mouth on the spot.
But looking around, he is the only one with enough status to speak out.
"Hmm?" Yan Pei feigned confusion and laughed a few times, which sounded sarcastic and provocative. "That's not right. I think it's Teacher Lu who wants to know more, so he asked for you."
A bad smell arose, and everyone seemed to smell the scent of gunpowder.
The trainee sitting closest to them gritted his teeth.
A sentence flashed through my mind at the same time:
Damn it, it turns out that their conflict is real.
Although we can watch the two great players fighting up close, their faces will inevitably be captured by the camera. If they don't manage their expressions well for a moment, the fans of these two groups will be able to find out how many pages of their household registration books they have the next day.
There was still a little bit of sympathy left for Cen Xue, as it was a pity that he had become a shield for attacks from both sides.
But the truth is - Cen Xue was the fuse of all this.
For some reason, Cen Xue felt like laughing when she saw the two of them were on edge.
Every question Yan Pei asked was about his past.
At that time, his name was not Cen Xue. He grew up in S City and attended the No. 3 Municipal High School.
However, for him, all of the above was almost forgotten. After his death escape, he changed his name and surname, and his household registration was moved to H City, thousands of miles away. Cen Xue was extremely satisfied with his new life. With each passing day, he felt less nostalgic for the past.
It is precisely this contrast that makes Yan Pei's unwillingness to let go of the past seem so ridiculous.
The same goes for Lu Yanxi.
After not seeing each other for so many years, he still likes to escape. Does he really not want to confirm Cen Xue's identity? Yan Pei's reply was probably not all angry words.
Cen Xue stood in the center of the stage, only a few meters away from the judges' seats, but she seemed to be on the opposite side of the river from them.
He didn't want to cross the river and get his trouser legs wet.
"Sorry to interrupt the two instructors."
Fu Rouyun's voice suddenly appeared in his ears, breaking the triangular mirror space that he could not enter. He took a step forward, but half of his shoulder just blocked Cen Xue.
He raised his hand. "Are you only interested in Cen Xue? Why don't you ask me? My name is nice too. Fu, Rou, Yun. Pretty pretty, right? The day I was born, my mom immediately cancelled my dad's sterilization surgery because she wanted a girl."
At this time everyone: ...How scheming!!!
Although it is shameful and annoying to directly grab attention, the self-deprecating hellish joke that follows makes up for it.
No, who would use sterilization to describe their own father?
...No one expected that a trainee with such little personal strength could create so many explosive points.
They were only on stage for five minutes, but the outrageousness was beyond the range of normal people.
The director team, who should have been happy, was filled with worry.
They haven't even had time to write the script yet, and the topic has automatically come to them. They even thought about how to write the hot search terms just now -
#The King of Songs and the Movie King are not in harmony
#The lens is not blown by the wind, it is earned by yourself
…
But Fu Rouyun happened to be the financial sponsor.
It is my duty to edit the shots for the sponsor, but I must never edit the shots that are bad, and I must not edit the shots that are in contrast and make people look bad.
Therefore, when Fu Rouyun appeared, all the materials used against Cen Xue before could not be used.
The traffic they had obtained was gone, and the director team became more and more angry. They simply asked them to skip this part and start the stage directly.
"...But you are not allowed to delete this footage! Keep the master tape for me!"
That’s right, the only ones who can outdo the big-name stars are the angry program crew and the financial investors behind them.
*
Fu Rouyun and Cen Xue chose a more lyrical song.
The lyrics aren't fast, and the tempo is relatively regular—that's the cleverness of the stage setting. While it's not as energetic as the song and dance numbers, it's at least much more accomplished. It's better than choosing a difficult song with broken vocals and forgotten lyrics. It might confuse the instructors and save them from getting the lowest grade, an F.
So in order to match the song, Cody chose a loose-fitting moon-white suit, with a small high-necked, tight-fitting, translucent white lace top underneath.
The lace feels strange.
Cen Xuehua took a long time to adapt to the unfamiliar feeling of friction.
The piece was edited to last just over two minutes, and the performance went surprisingly smoothly, with only one near-miss.
The two of them were looking at each other and vaguely tracing each other's cheeks with their right hands. When their arms fell and crossed each other, Fu Rouyun suddenly changed direction and grabbed his wrist.
It was Cen Xue's turn to speak, and his mind was shaken. He subconsciously followed Fu Rouyun's movements and slowly lowered himself until he let go and left his palm.
The stage effects... have also changed.
It seems that there are some unattainable elements of interpretation.
When Cen Xue finished the last note, he suddenly remembered——
Yan Pei had heard him sing before.
As luck would have it, I had to sing it to him again on the first side of the posthumous sit-up.
Loss.
*
Yan Pei is a singer-songwriter who started writing his own songs when he was a teenager.
"Wake up, I just recorded a new demo, and you're the first person to hear it!"
That night in the early morning, Yan Pei walked out of the recording studio, woke up the half-asleep Cen Xue, and put headphones on him.
Cen Xue shuddered at the cold material of the headphones. Her body had not yet fully awakened. She leaned softly against Yan Pei and subconsciously hummed the tune along with the demo.
Hearing the staccato rhythm and syllables he hummed, Yan Pei laughed unceremoniously: "Are you one of those parrots that mimics others? You can only follow a few accents. If we turn off the original singer at the KTV, you'll be speechless."
“…I haven’t sung much.”
Cen Xue rubbed her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed.
He had never been to a karaoke bar, and the only singing activity he participated in was a singing session of "Planting the Sun" organized by his elementary school teacher. When he lived in Yan Pei's house, he didn't dare touch the equipment, even the headphones on his head were held with great care.
Yan Pei threw away his headphones and tried to pinch his cheek.
"Let me see what's going on."
Cen Xue thought he was going to teach her to sing, and suddenly became nervous: "W-what?"
"Let's see if this parrot has become a spirit," Yan Pei pinched the cheeks that still had some baby fat. "I don't see any blush? Where did it hide?"
Cen Xue was furious. He still had a little self-respect at this time and didn't like being teased.
But the more Yan Pei saw him blushing with anxiety, the more amused he found it and the more he wanted to tease him.
Times have changed. When he was asked to review Cen Xue's songs again, not only was his identity changed, but the occasion was also extremely formal.
Cen Xue was still breathing slightly when Yan Pei picked up the microphone.
"At first glance, I thought you were someone I used to know." A moment of calm on stage was enough for Yan Pei to smooth things over. "Since that's the case, I don't need to worry about my acquaintance's face and just need to be more restrained, Cen Xue."
"You're quite cunning. The song you chose isn't difficult. If you can sing it badly at this level, you're a genius. But what's your true level—"
Yan Pei said with a hint of malice, "It's better than a parrot that can only mimic words. At least it's quite complete."
It seems better than before, but it has completely changed.
The words were all about Cen Xue, I know all your past -
It was a rather emotional revenge, like a warning to Cen Xue not to escape, using these memory anchors to pull him back to her step by step.
Seeing the director's look, another vocal instructor quickly compensated, "Uh, yes, the performance was very well done. I can tell you guys did your best in your respective areas of expertise and your attitude was very serious."
The vocal instructor commented on Fu Rouyun again, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he was about to go through the final evaluation process.
Then another ancestor picked up the microphone!
Lu Zuzong Yanxi said: "Your clothes match the music very well. I'm very interested in the accessories..."
Oh, praise Cody, this is all right, all right. Everyone relaxed again.
The lace was so soft, and the accessories made up for the missing visual center. Fu Rouyun wore a white leather choker, while Cen Xue wore a necklace with amethysts inlaid in cold metal. The choker clasp and necklace shone with a cold, icy light, complementing each other.
Until Lu Yanxi said the next sentence, like whispering to a lover: "The amethyst necklace suits you very well, Cen Xue."
Everyone: It’s over, the fight is about to start again.
Unexpectedly, Cen Xue did not pick up the microphone.
"Thank you," Fu Rouyun replied, feeling proud of the answer. "I chose it for him."
Everyone: ...? Wait... Who asked you that?
*
“…”
The director team was silent for a long time, then turned around and started to make a move: "We've edited the mentor-trainee triangle before... No, do we have the mahjong table script?"
The assistant left a few words that made the director depressed for a whole year.
"It's inappropriate to cut the sponsor's hair into a gay style, isn't it?"
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