The Entertainment Circle is Mine

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When she said this, her eyes were warm and bright, and her voice was soft, like she was taking care of some treasure. Cen Feng suddenly remembered the game video he saw on the computer a long time ago. The little girl said to the camera, Thank you for that beam of light.

so similar.

The little girl from that year has grown up, like a rose that blooms quietly, surrounded by fragrance and beauty, but after so many years, the look in his eyes has never changed.

He seemed to realize something.

But can't believe it.

So in the next moment, he covered up the sudden throbbing of his heart and denied everything.

Cen Feng turned his eyes to the other side and whispered, Thank you, but don't give it away in the future, I don't lack anything.

Xu Zhexing nodded hmm, put the unpacked gifts on the table back into the cart, and said happily: Brother, I will ask the staff to help you bring the gifts back to the dormitory, you can go back to training Bar!

After speaking, I thought of something, and I took out the massager in the cart and handed it to him: You can take this with you, press it when you are resting for a while, don't leave any muscle strain injuries.

Cen Feng reached out and took it, nodded and said yes.

Xu Zhexing waved his little hand cheerfully: Goodbye brother!

He smiled: Well, see you next time.

Xu Zhexing thought of something, and quickly asked: By the way, brother, it will be your first stage performance in a few days. Do you have any requirements for styling clothes?!

There is a great momentum of whatever you want, just mention it and I will satisfy you.

Cen Feng laughed, tilted his head and asked, You are responsible for my styling?

Xu Zhaixing was a little embarrassed, nodded shyly with his eyes down, and whispered, Well~

There was an unconscious tenderness in his voice: Then you can arrange it, I believe in your professionalism.

Xu Zhaixing's eyes lit up after being encouraged by idols: Okay!

Cen Feng nodded and walked out. When he reached the door, he subconsciously looked back. Xu Zhaixing was still standing in the same place, looking at his back with big eyes reluctantly, seeing him turn around, he quickly put away the reluctance and waved his hand cheerfully.

His heart trembled inexplicably, turned around and walked faster.

When they returned to the training room, the nine team members were lying on the ground, resting. When he came to the door, he met Ying Xuze who was walking over. He rubbed his shoulders and hugged his back: Brother Feng, I heard Ah Ran say that you took off the dance?

Cen Feng patted his arm down, and said um in a mild manner.

Ying Xuze had long been used to his temperament, and didn't mind it. He approached him like Erha and gave him a thumbs up: It's awesome, it's awesome! I heard that the dances in Group A next door are taught by teachers. Bian Qidu only took half of it!

Like Shi Ran, he likes to get started when he talks, holding Cen Feng's arm and shaking it there: Brother Feng, I also want to be with you, let's get together next time, I also want the big brother to help you. Dance, okay?

Cen Feng: ...

Fu Xingyan happened to pass by biting a popsicle, his body shivered with goose bumps, and gave Ying Xuze a white look: It's not ashamed.

Ying Xuze and Fu Xingyan were in a group this time. After a few days of mixing, they got a lot closer, and said excitedly: Xingyan, come on, let's steal Brother Feng into our group, come and come, let's stand on one side. !

When Shi Ran heard them talking at the door, a carp stood up and ran over, dragging Cen Feng into the classroom: Ying Xuze, what are you doing! Don't steal our captain! Go away!

Ying Xuze: ?

He pointed at Shi Ran angrily: Okay, you ungrateful heartless man, you used to be called Xiao Ze Ze, but now you are called Da Ming, and you kicked me away when you got a new thigh! You have no heart!

Shi Ran: A little bit.

Fu Xing looked at them speechlessly, dropped the word childish, and walked away coldly with a popsicle.

Ying Xuze had already learned the dance of their group in the past few days, and he was not in a hurry to go back to practice. He followed Cen Feng to the front of the classroom and sat down, asking Shi Ran, How are you practicing? Are you able to do all the moves?

When he mentioned this, Shi Ran was stunned, and said dully: This dance is too difficult. He glanced at Cen Feng apologetically, We have dragged down Brother Feng.

Cen Feng took off his hat and brushed the broken hair that was soaked in sweat and stuck to his forehead: Nothing.

He looked at the players who were still paralyzed and said in a low voice, Get up and continue training.

Everyone got up and stood up obediently. Cen Feng taught while jumping, not only watching their movements, but also their movements.

Ying Xuze sat in front and watched for a long time, and gave a fair comment: A king with nine bronzes.

He had heard about it before, but now he saw Cen Feng dancing, and only then did he know how strong he was. Every movement is never sloppy, crisp and beautiful, and the balance and coordination are the best mastered by anyone he has seen over the years.

This is the true level of seven years of practice.

Ying Xuze suddenly realized that if Cen Feng wanted to fight for the C position, he would have nothing to do with him.

When he dances, you can't take your eyes off him at all. This is someone who was born to be on stage.

But when he realized this, his mood was actually quite peaceful.

A sense of adoration.

Woohoo, Brother Feng dances really well, I won't chase after Naruto Naruto Straw Hat Luffy again, isn't it bad to chase real people? There can also be intimate contact.

Ying Xuze thought so, and when Cen Feng sat down to rest and drink water, he reached out and touched his abdominal muscles.

Cen Feng: ? He almost choked, turned his head and stared at Ying Xuze expressionlessly, saying, What are you doing?

Ying? What the hell did I do? Xu? I didn't mean to blame it on worship? Ze: ...I have bigger abs than either of us.

He was stared at by Cen Feng's indifferent eyes and asked tentatively, Would you like to touch me too?

Cen Feng: ...don't.

Ying Xuze was still a little disappointed: You really don't touch it?

Cen Feng: ...

He unscrewed a new bottle of drink and gagged his mouth.

In the afternoon, Shi Ling came to the training room as a vocal instructor to give targeted guidance to the trainees. He first went to Group A where Bian Qi is located. The members of Group A are strong and perform very well. Although the most difficult high pitch in the last sentence still has some flaws, it has improved a lot after his guidance. Just practice more.

On the way to Group B, I couldn't help but worry.

The overall level of group B is the level of class F, and the most difficult song was picked. The only one from class B, Shi Ran, is also a rapper. Although he already knew that Cen Feng had hidden his strength before, in fact, the dance was good, but Shi Ran gave him The vocal does not hold expectations.

When he walked into the classroom, he saw Cen Feng squatting in front of Shi Ran, beating the beat with his hands, correcting the rhythm and connection of his English rap.

Just when he sang the phrase The wor to wake up, Shi Ran couldn't sing well. Cen Feng demonstrated it to him. When he sang rap, his voice was low and thick, and the graininess was clear. He knew that the rap level was not low.

It was the first time Shi Ling heard him rap, and he was a little surprised, but the trainees in the classroom had already spotted him and stood up to say hello.

Cen Feng whispered to Shi Ran, I'll practice later.

Then stand up.

Shi Lin walked to the front of the stage and asked with a smile, How's your song practice?

Everyone talked a lot, and Shi Li sat next to the electronic keyboard: Come and sing it once, I'll listen to it. He opened the score and asked again, Who is responsible for the high note in the last sentence?

Everyone excitedly pointed to Cen Feng, who said softly, It's me.

Shi Lin looked at him unexpectedly.

He had a very bad impression of Cen Feng in the first issue, and he had also heard him sing. I don't know if it was because he deliberately lowered his voice, Shi Ling always thought he could only sing in the bass.

That high pitch is not just a high octave, but also a test of singing skills and skills.

He tried the keys, but said nothing: Well, let's start.

Everyone began to sing along to his accompaniment. Each part of Cen Feng is divided according to the characteristics of the team members, and he has guided them sentence by sentence for several days. Whether it is a single part or a chorus, there are not many problems, and Shi Ling also nodded while playing.

Much better than he expected.

It was just that he found that Cen Feng had never sung alone, and chorus in harmony the whole time, until the last sentence, the note paused, his clear voice echoed like an empty valley, easily reaching a high octave.

Shi Lin didn't even drop the last sound, and was completely taken aback by his voice.

Such a clean and clear throat is born to eat a bowl of rice with vocals. And I also heard his bass rap just now. His vocal range span is extremely wide. After a rough calculation, he has spanned at least 13 scales.

Shilin looked at the indifferent boy across from him with a complicated expression.

The prejudice in my heart has completely disappeared, and there are only regrets and puzzles. Such a good talent, why give up?

It was not the first time for the players to hear it, but they were still amazed by the captain and applauded excitedly. Shi Lin paused for a while before opening his mouth and said, Cen Feng, you sing very well, and it's basically a professional vocal. I apologize for saying that you lived up to seven years of practice time.

He was still indifferent and only politely said: No, it's okay, thank you teacher.

Shi Lin smiled: The vocal chorus part of your group is basically not a big problem, but Zhou Mingyu's solo part is a bit out of tune, come and sing with me.

Zhou Mingyu was a little embarrassed that he was singled out, and began to correct him sentence by sentence.

It was almost evening and I left, everyone went to have dinner together, and then went back to the classroom to rehearse.

Day by day, the performance is getting closer and closer, and the rehearsal of the trainees has also entered a white-hot stage. The tutors began to check the results one by one.

The two teams competing against each other performed in the same classroom, allowing the instructors to have a more intuitive and clear comparison.

The Scream group is basically the group with the most disparity in strength among all group duels. One is the top student in class AB, and the other is at the level of class F. The tutors actually have a bottom line before the acceptance.

Group A jumped first, and Bian Qi was not unexpectedly in position C. His personal comprehensive strength was very strong, and he was also the most outstanding one. Although his personal color was too strong, the focus of the entire team was on him, but the overall performance of Group A Still very smooth.

Although group B has been rehearsing for so many days and has memorized the movements, it is not really strong. After finishing the dance in a normal way, the coordination, coherence and explosiveness are not comparable to that of group A. The only surprising person is Cen Feng. .

This time, he finally did not paddle again. Although there were very few parts assigned to himself, and his position was always at the back and the edge, his part was meticulously completed, especially the high-pitched sentence, which shocked everyone on the scene. Everyone's eyes widened.

But his part is really too small, and no matter how good his performance is, it is not enough to make everyone focus on him, thereby improving the overall viewing degree of Group B.

After the performance of group B, Ning Sile immediately frowned and asked, I want to know, how was the C position selected? Who divided the part? Why did you put Cen Feng in the most inconspicuous position?

Everyone looked at each other and didn't dare to speak. Cen Feng raised his head and said softly, I'll share it.

Ning Sile was stunned for a moment, thinking of his previous remarks, he understood.

The tutors didn't speak, Shi Ran was a little panicked, and hesitantly said: It's still too late to change to the C position, in fact, I also think...

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Cen Feng: No, you are doing very well. He looked at the team members who were a little depressed, no longer stingy smile, hooked the corner of his lower lip, and said softly: Now The overall viewing of such an arrangement is very average, everyone has their own position and performance, believe me, this is very good.

Everyone understood what he meant.

If he is in the C position, based on his performance, the focus of the audience must be on him alone, who will pay attention to them? I'm afraid it will only be reduced to the background and dance.

It is true that he has a personal desire not to perform in it, but no matter what, he did sacrifice himself and fulfilled everyone.

The team members looked at him with red eyes.

At this point, the instructor didn't have much to say, but commented: Compared with Group A, your movements are not coherent enough, and your movements are not neat enough. Let's hurry up and continue rehearsing. Especially Zhou Mingyu.

Zhou Mingyu was called out again and shrank in shock.

Ning Sile said, You are the shortcoming of this team. You caused several mistakes just now. You need to cheer even more.

Zhou Mingyu nodded again and again.

After the acceptance is over, as soon as the instructor leaves, the team members return to their classrooms to continue rehearsing. Group B also felt the gap with Group A today, and could not wait to start training as soon as they arrived in the classroom.

He practiced until the early hours of the morning and then scattered and left. Zhou Mingyu was already too sleepy, and he packed up to go back to the dormitory. Cen Feng stopped him: Two more hours of practice. Zhou Mingyu's facial features were crumpled: No way, I am pretty tired.

Seeing that Shi Ran had reached the door, he quickly trotted after him, intending to leave together.

Cen Feng said coldly, Shi Ran, close the door. Shi Ran was the only one who refused to obey, so he immediately went out and closed the door, pulled the door handle, and made a face at Zhou Mingyu outside.

Zhou Mingyu almost died of anger, he pulled it twice but didn't pull it away, lying down on the ground like a fool: Then I'll sleep here! Anyway, I'm not practicing anymore!

He closed his eyes for a long time without hearing Cen Feng's voice, quietly opened one eye and looked aside. Cen Feng was still sitting on the spot, lowered his eyes and said softly, Get up when you have enough rest.

He was a little discouraged and said sullenly, I shouldn't be here.

Cen Feng glanced at him: But you're here. He said: It doesn't matter how you are, but you can't implicate others. This time it's a group match, your performance may decide the final decision of the team members. We can't Because it affects the lives of others.”

Zhou Mingyu licked his dry lips, got up after a few seconds, and shouted, Come on!

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