After Transmigrating Into An Idol Talent Show

Chapter 49

He heard footsteps and the sound of the door opening, and the next one was selected from the vocal group, in order of votes. No one came in all the time, and many people went to other practice rooms one after another.

When the door opened again, a head with two strands of red hair came in, and his eyes lit up when he saw Qin Lu: "Lu, it's you!"

Qin Lu wanted to laugh, and shook his knees back and forth easily: "...Ah, it's me."

Fan Xi jumped in and slammed the door shut, like an excited golden retriever. He sat down beside Qin Lu and patted his former teammates on the shoulder. He clearly had hot pot together last night, but now he was acting as if he hadn't seen each other in ten or eight years.

Qin Lu sat alone for a long time, and the atmosphere became lively after Fan Xi came in.

He swayed slowly and asked Fan Xi leisurely, "Do you think there will be any old acquaintances in the future?"

Fan Xi held his chin and thought: "Anyone can come, Jin Youen don't come... For other people, I think Su Qinglan is actually quite suitable for the style of this song."

Qin Lu nodded: "but he may not choose."

Fan Xi thought about the possible scenes in the final performance, and didn't know what to think of. He rubbed his arms and shook, as if thinking of some strange scene, and then said decisively: "I don't know who will choose, but I know. There are a few people who will definitely not choose - Liao Junchen, Han Suyan, Yu Zifei! These three I can't imagine them singing such a light-hearted and even cute little sweet song! It's scary to imagine."

Qin Lu thought thoughtfully: "really?"

Twenty minutes later.

Fan Xi stared stiffly at the three people sitting across from him, as if he had hit a ghost.

Liao Junchen's sharp brows and eyes remained the same, his eyes were deep and cold, he was not curious about Fan Xi's unusual expression, and he didn't care what he was thinking.

Han Suyan, who is tall and has long legs, bent his long legs and lowered his eyes lightly.

As for Yu Zifei—

Since he was promoted to Class A, he has never said a word to Fan Xi, who is practicing in the same practice room. The light golden hair color is scattered, and the cold white skin matches the diamond earrings that refract the light. It's like falling ice scum.

Fan Xi: "..."

He is a little suspicious of life. You asked these three people to form a team with them to perform youth sweet songs on stage? !

Is he crazy or the show crew is crazy.

Hengli stretched out a white palm in front of him, Fan Xi looked up, Qin Luzheng looked at him with a smile: "Well, you lost."

The two had just made a small bet, but Fan Xi's mouth probably opened, and they hit it three times in a row.

Fan Xi said bitterly, "Lu, you can't take advantage of the fire."

Qin Lu shook his head: "Okay, don't forget to get me a 50% lifetime VIP card for your hot pot restaurant after you go out."

Fan Xi was about to nod his head when he saw Yu Zifei, the iceberg who had always been indifferent to the topic between them, and glanced in their direction.

Those scaly eyes made Fan Xi froze and wondered if he had just said something that made him unhappy?

Yu Zifei, who is accustomed to controlling his expressions to prevent others from seeing his social fears: envy.

Qin Lu lowered his head and laughed silently.

A group of seven people is fixed in total, and two people are full.

Fan Xi pinned his hopes on a more suitable teammate, but didn't realize that in the eyes of others, he himself did not match the song very well.

The youth of the non-mainstream handsome boy who killed Matt looked like he was spent in a barbershop. The memories are probably the roaring sound of the hair dryer and the background sound of the annual hot OST.

In his silent prayer, someone finally pushed open the door of the practice room again.

When the slender and slender mixed-race trainee with soft features came in from the door, Fan Xi suddenly exhaled and waved happily: "Toei come!"

Toeisup and Fan Xi looked at each other, then silently looked around the few people sitting together in the practice room, and subconsciously retreated and took a half-step to re-look at the sticker on the house number.

...it's "Summer Blue Sky", that's right.

After confirming it, he walked in happily, raised his hand and touched his soft flaxen hair, and when he grinned, it seemed that the sun was falling into his eyes: "P Lu, P Chen, P hope!"

Yu Zifei looked at the wooden floor with an indifferent face, and looked up at Qin Lu who was nodding with a smile.

Qin Lu Yuguang caught his gaze, he knew what he wanted to say without asking, and explained: "toei is from Thailand, and P means brother."

Yu Zifei nodded.

Seeing Qin Lu and Bingshan Yu Zifei communicate tacitly with their own eyes, there is no obstacle, Fan Xi's jaw is about to fall.

Toei's Chinese has not improved very much in a short period of time. I tried to explain it, but I found out that I don't know how to say it. In the end, I just nodded vigorously and said with a naive smile: "...Yes!"

When the last teammate appeared, Fan Xi's eyes went black.

The single-eyed cool brother Jin Youen came in from the door, and the black earrings flashed in the light.

When the people are all together, it is not at all the small and fresh painting style that Fan Xi imagined.

What kind of spark can this group of people create with this song, Fan Xi can't build it for the time being.

But in fact, qualified men's team members, no matter their own style, need to be able to control a variety of completely different styles, and each one should be well digested.

Perhaps the contrast can bring even greater surprises, maybe.

Originally, if they entered again, they would have to vote to eliminate the extra candidates, and then call back to re-select, but after all the trainees were selected, they did not enter again.

Just right, avoiding the embarrassment and embarrassment of voting out.

After all the teams are confirmed, the afternoon program group will leave half a day of free time for the trainees. From the second day onwards, there will be formal instructors to teach separately.

Said to be free time, in fact, it is also the time to take turns to interview with one person again.

Qin Lu was the first to be called. He followed the staff through the corridor to the third floor, still in the innermost room.

The staff pointed out to him which room it was and left. When Qin Lu was about to go in, he almost bumped into someone who ran out of it.

The other party was stunned for a moment, because he couldn't see his expression clearly because he was wearing a mask, and looked at him in a panic, his eyes dodging a little subconsciously.

Qin Lu's eyes fell on the room, which was empty. The assistant director should have not come yet. The camera was placed on the table, and the person in front of him was holding a paper cup.

At the same time, Qin Lu noticed that coffee-colored liquid was constantly falling down below the camera.

Knowing that he was being seen, the staff member wearing a mask looked at him nervously and squeezed the cup in his hand.

"I just accidentally... something tripped me on the floor and the coffee spilled..."

She was silent for a while: "Can you pretend you didn't see it?"