Chapter 11
When Chu Yu was in school, his study state was very stable. He would just lie there when he had nothing to do. He would move when the teacher pushed him. He would never move twice if he could move once. He kept lying down throughout the whole process. No matter how anxious the teachers and parents around him were, he would still move slowly.
As the saying goes, I am not anxious when others are anxious. If I get sick from anxiety, no one can replace me. Who will be happy if I die of anxiety? Besides, it is both stressful and tiring.
Even after entering the world of the novel, his life creed has not changed. The system also knows that his character will not change easily, so the teaching materials are written to be extremely basic and friendly, and the degree of guidance to students is comparable to teaching students how to wash vegetables in a cooking class.
The first rule of "A Beginner's Guide to Interacting with Humans" is: Open your eyes.
"Come on, host, open your eyes wide, open the windows of your heart, and bravely embrace the whole world with your vision!"
Chu Yu raised his hand and tried to lift his drooping eyelids up five millimeters.
As soon as I let go, my eyelids instinctively drooped one centimeter.
System: “…” He hesitated to speak.
Chu Yu waved his hand, his attitude very calm.
It's okay, try again.
After saying that, he used his fingers as matchsticks to try to prop up his eyelids, and this time he succeeded.
He kept his eyes wide open and looked around at his roommates who were busy eating breakfast.
Xie Man was halfway through eating the red bean paste bun in his hand when he saw Chu Yu like this and stopped chewing. The red bean paste could still be seen in his open mouth.
It was so strange. He forced his eyes, which were originally narrowed into two lines, to open them very wide.
There is a sense of disjunction as if an eighty-year-old paralyzed man in a wheelchair suddenly wears JK and goes out to dance a youthful dance.
And the Heart Voice Broadcast is still being output with great energy.
[How about it? Do you look a lot more cheerful and sunny? ]
【Is there anyone who looks energetic? 】
"Ayu, stop glaring..." Jing Yan said weakly, "You've glared at me so much that my lower three whites have become my upper three whites."
Originally, he was portrayed as a gloomy, cold-faced handsome guy with an oppressive aura, but when he glared, he looked like he had a sudden illness and wanted to eat children.
Tang Yanning nodded in agreement, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "And he doesn't look very smart."
After listening to this, Chu Yu remained silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes expressionlessly and returned to normal.
The window of the soul has rusted on the spot and cannot be opened, no matter who comes.
As if afraid that her child's extroversion would be exchanged for a lifetime of introversion, Jing Yan put down the breakfast bag in her hand and said in a gentle voice, "It's okay, being sad is also cute."
Chu Yu: “…”
He huddled against the wall, sniffed, touched his face embarrassedly, and lowered his head to continue eating the half-cold pancake.
Xie Man swallowed the red bean paste bun in his mouth and tried to change the subject:
"By the way, today is the day when the top training instructors come, right?"
"That's right!" When talking about this topic, Jing Yan's eyes lit up and his tone became obviously more excited.
"I heard some gossip a while ago that the production team spent a lot of money to invite mentors who are all more important than the last. Even Teacher Wei Lun is here. He's been retired for years. My mom and I grew up listening to his songs."
Wei Lun, a superstar who was famous all over the country when he was young, has unparalleled influence in the entire Asian music scene. He is also the oldest and most experienced star in the mentor group.
Although he has been out of the circle for many years, if nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely be the most famous among the mentors invited this time, and will definitely be arranged by the program team to be the team leader of Class A.
"I also grew up listening to his songs." Meng Shuan raised her hand, a shy smile on her pretty face. "But I like the teaching assistant this time even more. I've been her fan for four years and even hosted her Weibo super topic."
He grew increasingly excited as he spoke, "I've been scrimping and saving to buy her albums and cards since I was in junior high. She's my goddess! Goddess! I'm actually going to see her up close and personal. It feels like a dream!"
"Is the teaching assistant this time Ling Wei?" Xie Man turned to ask Jing Yan, and Jing Yan nodded.
Ling Wei, one of the most popular top idols today, is recognized for her beauty. She was once the leader of a girl group. After going solo, she participated in a popular variety show. Now she is active in both singing and acting, and has developed very well in both fields.
Top female stars are willing to be assistant coaches in this talent show, which shows the popularity of the show.
Meng Shuan was still immersed in the excitement of meeting his idol, while Tang Yanning continued to ask, "Besides Wei Lun, Ling Wei, and Ji Fengzhu, who are the other two mentors?"
"A rap instructor with a very high status. He will probably be the teacher in charge of Class B."
Jing Yan, who was the most well-informed, hesitated for a moment when he said this: "As for the last one... I've heard of his name, but he doesn't seem to be from the circle."
"Who is it?"
"Wei Shao is Wei Lun's cousin."
"Cousin, did he get in through the backdoor? But even if he had connections, he wouldn't have had to be on this show, right?"
"No, he was invited by the production team. He won the International Youth Street Dance Competition when he was fifteen, so he's considered a genius. He's twenty-two now, and he's been developing his career overseas. I don't know why he's suddenly been interested in returning to China and joining the entertainment industry in the past two years."
"I don't understand. Never mind. But he's too young. A guy of his caliber is supposed to be the instructor for Class F, right?"
"Maybe? After all, the other mentors are on average more than one generation older than him."
"No matter which instructor is in charge of Class F, I don't want to go. It's too embarrassing."
"Who isn't? If I were assigned to Class F, I would probably burst into tears right there."
After hearing Tang Yanning's words, Chu Yu imagined herself standing on the stage, and then the judges pointed at the empty seat in the corner of Class F, which was far away from the camera and said:
Go, that's where you belong.
Those who were traveling with him might cry, but he curled the corners of his mouth in a strange and satisfied manner.
The system quickly and keenly sensed his ideological preferences and quickly used verbal persuasion to prevent the silly boy from going astray.
"Host, in the novel, the trainees in Class F have no future!" It was heartbroken.
"Besides, I know your singing ability. If you work hard, you won't have any problem getting into Class B. You can definitely get a C at least."
No. Chu Yu shook his head, calmly and firmly rejecting its argument.
You haven't seen me dance.
The system thought about it and realized that it had never seen such a thing before. It had been busy hiding in the air and listening to him singing high notes next to the garbage station. After careful recollection, it was true that Chu Yu had never moved his body when singing. His two legs were always firmly welded to the ground, motionless like a turtle.
But its host is, after all, an orthodox handsome man with long arms and legs. His wrists can reach his crotch, and his knees can reach his shoulders when he squats. With such conditions, his dancing can't be too bad, right?
Should be...right?
Everyone was talking and eating breakfast at the same time. Before they knew it, the plastic bags in everyone's hands were empty. They threw the bags into the trash can at the door of the practice room and started the day's rehearsal.
They are going to perform a classic boy band singing and dancing song, which includes a long group dance section, two solo dances and a high-pitched killing part.
Before rehearsal, they have to divide their parts and positions.
Among them, Xie Man and Jing Yan were both dance leaders in their respective companies, so these two solo dances were assigned to them without much questioning;
Among the remaining people, Meng Shuan is young and has practiced for a relatively short time. He was sent here by his own company to make himself known to the public. He has no clear areas of expertise, and he is self-aware enough not to compete for these highlight parts.
As for Tang Yanning, when he appeared on the show, the program team labeled him as the vocal leader.
Chu Yu was also a vocalist, and everyone knew this, so they didn't ask the autistic kid who was still crouching in the corner, drawing circles for his own silly behavior. Jing Yan smiled and poked Chu Yu's arm:
"Would you two like to compete?"
Chu Yu paused in the middle of drawing a circle, slowly raised his head, and met Tang Yanning's gaze, which was nervous but also a little expectant.
The talent show was originally an opportunity to show off. Tang Yanning sang a traditional Chinese song at the time. The opera part in it required a high level of singing skills, but he still performed very well, so he was still quite confident in his own ability.
But Chu Yu has never sung a song since he entered the camp. Everyone's understanding of his true level is limited to the song that Wei Ziyu said he covered Ji Fengzhu. This song was sung by the original owner before Chu Yu came through. The actual effect was average. Wei Ziyu's saying that he sang well was more like a polite remark. The original owner's singing skills could only be called okay.
Because they didn't know that Chu Yu had traveled through the book halfway, everyone actually thought that based on strength alone, Tang Yanning would be the winner.
Chu Yu is an absolute lazy dog when it comes to speaking. He feels that even one more word is insufficient, and opening his mouth is a tiring and tiring task for him.
But singing is an exception.
Singing does not require thinking about the expression of words and sentences or the necessary observation of people's expressions in social etiquette. It is just a way to simply enjoy the music you create.
He had no intention of refusing and stood up silently. Then he picked up the song sheet on the music stand next to him, glanced at it, cleared his throat, and started singing from the previous measure of the climax melody.
If the little lunatic who is always on standby and ready to go crazy on Xin Sheng Radio and the cool guy who usually speaks in a lifeless and cold tone are two different people, then Chu Yu when he sings and his usual appearance are two different people.
His cool voice seemed particularly bright and powerful when he sang, and it carried the gentle and leisurely feeling that was unique to his personality. His pitch and breath control were very stable, and he still seemed at ease when singing high notes. And most importantly, they actually heard emotions from Chu Yu's expressionless and cold face!
The Capybara who speaks is cold and dull, but the Capybara who sings becomes emotional and passionate!
"Wow..." When the song ended, several shocked teammates raised their hands and applauded.
Compared to the original owner's level in their impression, he is completely not on the same level.
Tang Yanning used his unique human precision measuring instrument to scan Chu Yu, who was almost half a head taller than him, up and down. With a look of sadness and resignation on his face, he said, "I think you are definitely 1.8 meters tall."
"Really not." Chu Yu shook his head, his voice returning to his usual low tone. His tone was exceptionally rational, and so firm that it broke Tang Yanning's heart.
"I just measured it a month ago, and it's 1.7934 meters."
Okay, now it’s accurate to two decimal places, and Tang Yanning’s heart is finally at ease.
Finally, after discussion and voting, everyone unanimously agreed to give the high-pitched killing part to Chu Yu.
Chu Yu squatted back in his own little corner and was about to continue drawing circles with his head down, but halfway through he was pulled up by his teammates and prepared to start practicing group dancing.
The system poked and prodded at his brain, beaming joyfully, "Host, this is the killing part! You've just earned yourself a chance to shine with your strength! You're awesome!"
hold head high?
The system continued speaking, unconsciously adopting that familiar, passionate tone: "As long as we... we will..."
stop!
Chu Yu interrupted it in his heart, Teacher Zhao, don’t rush to look forward to the future.
Watch me dance.
——Strictly speaking, that is not actually a dance. To call it radio gymnastics is a bit unfair to the elementary school students who are doing exercises. Chu Yu's movements are more like a kind of body wriggling.
The limbs are as fresh as if they were just put on, and each has its own ideas, which do not follow the original ideas of the song.
"..." The system watched him dance along with his teammates. He could make eight different versions of mistakes in one beat, and before he could react, it was the next beat. The confused expression on his face made him look like an old man who had mixed in with a group of young people.
The song finally ended. It counted and found that there were no more than ten correct movements. If it removed the ones that were too fast or too slow... well, it couldn't be removed. It would be better to leave the child with some underwear.
Finally, it couldn't help but make an accurate statistical version, and was surprised to find that the number of actions that were actually performed correctly according to the beat was actually 0!
Anyone who sees it will praise it for being so humorous.
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