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"Hello, teachers, judges, I'm No. 13 contestant Rong Yuheng."

After Rong Yuheng finished speaking, Qiao Tan looked at him up and down, "The information shows that you are only 21 years old and very young. Are you a college student?"

"I was in college, but there was something in my family. I am currently on leave."

"Oh... Why did you want to participate in this draft? Is it your dream or something?"

Rong Yuheng paused for two seconds. In this context, the best choice is to play the emotional card and talk about the tear-jerking dream journey. But thinking about his own weight, he decided to be honest,

"Forced to make a living, I want to make money."

Qiao Tan was stunned for a moment, apparently he did not expect such a straightforward answer, but unexpectedly frank, he smiled.

"You want to make money through the draft. It seems that you have a certain degree of confidence in yourself. You have had contact with the star profession before?"

"Although I haven't touched the career of star," Rong Yuheng slowly said in the doubtful eyes of several interviewers, "but I have been a star in countless people's lives."

Interviewer, "..."

Rong Yuheng remembered the instructions he received before entering the field, without stage fright, raised a pair of eyes towards the camera, bright hopes gleamed in his eyes.

"I think the two are interlinked-they both shine in the world of others."

…

Lu Ming, who was guarding the screen, almost smashed the computer—

Rong Yuheng, I can! go with! you! mom! of! Venus! ! You are an asteroid, hit someone biss, I'll make it together!

Qiao Tan laughed out first, "What you said is not bad. Stars do have a guiding role and the power to illuminate others."

Song Tang, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but ask.

"I feel that you are a person with a lot of stories. Can you briefly describe your experience in one sentence?"

Thinking of the laughter and joy of the past, Rong Yu shyly held the microphone and buried his head, "I lived like a joke for the first half of my life."

Always bring happiness to others.

But he didn't say the second sentence, because it can only be summarized in one sentence.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, the scene and the video barrage area fell into silence.

Everyone: No, it seems to have touched his tragic and unspeakable past!

Tang Song, who was questioning, couldn't bear it, looking at him with deep and caring eyes. Even the camera head in front of the stage hangs down, as if in silence for him...

Rong Yuheng finished shyly alone, and looked up, "...?"

What's going on here?

Famous mouth Song Tang immediately rescued the field, "It doesn't matter, the past is not important anymore. The important thing is that you will let us see who you are in the future!"

After the impassioned words, everyone present nodded frequently, revealing a touch of emotion.

Rong Yuheng keenly sensed that they seemed to have misunderstood something, and was interrupted by the movement on the side of the stage just as he wanted to explain.

The door at the other entrance suddenly opened, and a tall figure was half exposed. Immediately after a staff member walked over quickly, they talked a few words in a low voice, and the latter took a cell phone.

Qiao Tan turned his head and took a look, suddenly his complexion relaxed, raising his hand and beckoning, "Hey, Teacher Wen, come in!"

Wen Zezhen at the door waved his hand.

Qiao Tan refused to let him go and asked the staff to invite people in. The photographer quickly turned a lens towards Wen Zezong.

The host Song Tang introduced to the camera timely,

"Unexpectedly, there will be Teacher Wen at our selection site, so, let's ask Teacher Wen to come and watch together, okay?"

Wen Zezhen, "I just came to give Teacher Qiao a mobile phone."

Almost as soon as Wen Zezhen came out, the barrage of the live webcast was frantically swept up.

"Fuck, Wen Zezong!"

"Oh my God, what surprise I have gained!!"

"Brother Hung is so famous, he doesn't have any air yet, so he ran to give Teacher Qiao his mobile phone. He is so nice!"

"Ah, ah, Wen Zezhen! I'm going to the circle of friends to ask everyone to see our brother Zong!"

The director desperately gesticulated at Qiao Tan behind, indicating that he would find a way to keep Wen Zezheng-this is the three gold actor, the top traffic in the entertainment industry, and the audience ratings and topics of the audition will depend on him to bring it again!

Qiao Tan understood the director's meaning, got up and pressed Wen Zezheng on the empty seat aside, "It's all here, it's better to take a look at this year's newcomers."

The face of Qiao Tan's elders was so great that Wen Zezhen couldn't help him, and the two had a good personal relationship, so he had to pursed his lips and sat down helplessly.

During this period, several other shots have never left the face of Rong Yuheng on stage, and even gave a magnified close-up wickedly, in an attempt to capture a trace of embarrassment of being left out in order to increase the show's highlights.

But the staff immediately behind the camera discovered that this player actually showed an expression of eating melons! Complete loss of facial expression management.

Everyone behind the camera:...

What a heart!

Rong Yuheng was really big-hearted, and he didn't feel at a loss when he was left on the stage.

The main reason is that the atmosphere just now became inexplicably inspirational for some reason. Fortunately, Wen Zezheng came to make a difference, and the scene returned to the normal atmosphere.

He felt that Wen Zezhen was really miserable. Even if he was a mobile phone porter, he had to become a tool to adjust the atmosphere.

Rong Yuheng really wanted to make a hamster smile with "Ke Ke Ke Ke...", but unfortunately there was still a camera taking pictures.

After Wen Zezheng took his seat, the interviewer’s eyes returned to Rong Yuheng, this time it was Jin Zhiyao’s mouth.

"Is there any talent show planned for this time?"

Rong Yuheng nodded, "Dance."

The Lu Ming noise in front of the screen is about to smash the computer again—what dance can Rong Yuheng do? In his impression, Rong Yuheng was not the only one who could be involved in dancing with radio gymnastics!

Jin Zhiyao gestured expectantly, "Oh? Then please start your performance."

Rong Yuheng didn't start directly, but first explained, "Actually, this is a duet dance, but since I only have one person now, I will only dance myself."

After he finished speaking, he handed the microphone to the staff at the stage. Under the curious eyes of everyone, he slowly spread a leg, his chin was slightly raised, and the bright appearance reflected the stage light, which had a breathtaking beauty.

On the live video, the barrage began to drift by:

"I can do this brother!"

"Fuck, I was fancied for the close-up of the face just now, and I hope my little brother can pass the primary election."

"I finally understand why some people want to dance on their eyelashes... This brother's eyelashes are really sparkling!"

"I don't know what to jump, I look forward to it!"

Rong Yuheng took a deep breath, raised his arm, put his fingers in the void, and twisted his crotch aside-the lights around the field dimmed, and only the overhead lights gathered on him.

At the judges' table, Wen Zezhen frowned suddenly.

Qiao Tan whispered, "Why is this posture so familiar...It doesn't look like modern dance, is it a folk dance?"

On the stage, Rong Yuheng opened his eyes "brushing", his eyes piercing.

"I bring one for everyone, Tango."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone: "???"

As soon as Rong Yuheng's voice fell, he shook his head, raised his chest, and sucked his abdomen. Immediately, the small buttocks squeezed, and his legs pattered on his feet!

His dancing posture is so agitated, lively, and unrestrained; his expression is so devoted, high, and focused! Sometimes he crosses steps, like a sad noble girl; sometimes kicks and jumps into the air, like a fighting knight...

At the same time, I didn't forget to leave a place in my arms for the void partner and carry out the team spirit to the end.

Judges: "...!!!"

There was no accompaniment in the live performance, so Rong Yuheng danced and sang solemnly.

"Tango just wade and wade, three steps in one go, ah, two turn around~"

The silky beloved voice flows over the stage like a violin, bringing a rather rhythmic rhythm with his steps.

He walked for two paragraphs wholeheartedly. Every kick is full of power, and every time you look back, it is full of affection. Even every eyelash is immersed in its own rhythm, giving out an intoxicating tremor!

"My God..." Qiao Tan had already laughed in a vibrating mode on the judges' bench, "How could this happen hahahahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahaha...! Very cute, very cute..." Song Tang laughed and praised.

In the end, even the photographer didn't hold back, and the shots he took along the way even began to tremble slightly.

A barrage of "hahahahahahahahaha..." drifted across the sky, almost concealing Rong Yuheng's self-intoxicating beauty on the screen.

Qiao Tan lay down on the table and struggled twice, and couldn't help but interrupt him apologetically, "Excuse me, hahaha... please stop... stop."

Upon hearing the words, Rong Yuheng immediately retracted his free and unrestrained limbs with a calm expression, and looked at the judges' bench obediently.

Several interviewers laughed enough. First they applauded Rong Yuheng, and then Qiao Tan said, "First of all, the action is very professional, and the beautiful voice is also very strong. I think I have reached the level of passing the initial test; secondly, the whole person's The state is also very engaged, especially the expression..."

He said as if he was thinking of some scene, he couldn't help making a slight "puff" sound...

"The only downside is that no one cooperates with you, like you just lost your soul when you jumped into the air just now."

Rong Yuheng listened modestly, nodding and saying yes, "It is really difficult for me to achieve the effect of floating in the air only by the power of faith."

Qiao Tan, "I have a suggestion... so, now I am sure to pass it to you. I will first ask the other two teachers, what are your opinions?"

"I also passed it. This performance is very aura, hahahahaha... you have already touched me!"

"I agree with the two teachers, pass!"

"Well, since it's confirmed to pass, the next link will not be within the scope of the assessment. I remember that when Teacher Wen was a child star, did he win several national standard dance awards?"

Wen Zezong's heart suddenly burst, and a faint alert appeared in his eyes, "It happened many years ago."

Qiao Tan's eyes lit up, and he smiled like a fox who was only leaning on an old seller, "Then how about we ask Teacher Wen to help it up for a period of time?"

The director is about to jump up and applaud for Qiao Tan! Teacher Qiao! Goodjob! Ratings! topic! flow!

Wen Zezhen stared at Qiao Tan for a few seconds. Out of personal friendship, it was hard for him to refuse, so he could only turn his gaze to Rong Yuheng on the stage again—

I hope this newcomer can be more acquainted, and politely declined.

However, the people on the stage did not receive his warning signal at all, and even showed enthusiasm and sent him an invitation to form a team.

"Come on! Teacher Wen, let's get dry!"

Wen Zezong, "..."

The barrage on the online video has been mad, and in the rolling gap between the overwhelming "My Godhahahahahaha" and "Morning life! Wen Zezheng is going to dance tango", Wen Zezheng's coldness is revealed. look.

It is conceivable that tomorrow's hot search will inevitably include the six characters "Wen Zezheng Dancing Tango".

Wen Zezheng stepped onto the clean stage, standing in front of Rong Yuheng and looking down at him, his tall figure cast on the latter's face, imposing a layer of coercion invisibly.

Rong Yuheng was not affected at all. Instead, he twisted his waist and shook his **** to signal to himself.

"Mr. Wen, just twist like this. I like to have my hips a little bit higher. You will!"

Wen Zezhen's gaze stayed on his swaying narrow waist and hips for two seconds, squinting his eyes slightly, and placing a hand on him.

"meeting."

He said, "Dump well, don't fail to keep up."