newbobooks Chapter 39 Misfit! Slay is miserable!
Chapter 39 Misfit! Slay is miserable!
Not long after the hot search hit, Fu Lin called Shen Huaijing.
"I asked you to choose a fan to reply, why did you reply this?" Fu Lin's voice was several years old, "Did you do it on purpose?"
"Not this time." Shen Huaijing washed his face and walked down from the second floor.
Fu Lin: "???"
What is this time?
Shen Huaijing: "Choose one at random. When I clicked on it, I happened to see that message."
"One or two don't make people worry at all." Fu Lin said.
Shen Huaijing walked downstairs, bypassed the living room, and entered the kitchen.
It is so monotonous and clean that it looks like a countertop in a model room. The black clay casserole stands there quietly, like the only color of the "unpopular" air here.
Fu Lin didn't hear Shen Huaijing's voice for a long time, and asked, "What are you doing now?"
Shen Huaijing said concisely: "Breakfast."
Fu Lin: "??"
In the past, only when the stomachache would delay the next work and you had to take medicine, and the instructions for the medicine clearly stipulated that you had to take it after meals, this master would enjoy his face and eat breakfast, but today he actually took it by himself?
Fu Lin paused: "You said that porridge that Wen Nian cooked for you last night?"
Shen Huaijing looked at the post-it note in his hand that said "Eat breakfast before taking medicine, three times a day".
"Ah."
I don't know when it was written, but it was posted on the door.
"Shen Han's Weibo post was your idea?" Shen Huaijing asked after taking a sip of porridge.
Fu Lin: "Last time there was no response to the 'key' issue, only the hot search was withdrawn. This time the situation is similar, but the popularity of Erxia's live broadcast room is much higher than that of Yu Hang's birthday. It is useless to withdraw it. The next day Some people will still bring it up during the live broadcast, so I discussed it with Xiaohan."
"It was originally a trending search of an entertainment nature. If it is too serious to respond, it is inappropriate, so I will use the same entertainment method to suppress it."
It seems that the effect is not bad-it would be even better if there was no "cooking porridge" afterwards.
"One more thing, Er Xia delayed getting up by 40 minutes in the morning. Did you tell the director team?" Fu Lin asked again.
Shen Huaijing gave a "hmm".
Fu Lin immediately said: "Don't interfere too much with the decision of the director team. I greeted the producer when I signed the contract."
Back then, when the producer said, "Mr. Shen has any opinions on our program group, feel free to mention them", he refused on the spot for Shen Huaijing, saying: "I have no opinion."
He naturally knew what the producer meant. The more opinions Shen Huaijing had, the easier it was for the program team to produce results.
It was precisely because of this that he refused. He was not afraid that Shen Huaijing "had no objection", but he was afraid that he "had an opinion". Originally, there was a Shen Han in Erxia who was enough for him to drink a pot, otherwise he wouldn't have made a special preparation before the recording began. Send Shen Huaijing a message and tell him not to be too biased. The whole process of safety recording is as good as burning incense and worshiping Buddha. Who knows that Erxia will suddenly have a warm year.
"They're not bad for this day." Just after waking up, although she was "coaxed" by Wen Nian's little note, Shen Huaijing's voice was somewhat cold.
"It was too late to go back last night."
"You sent him back?"
"No."
Fu Lin thought so too, with Wen Nian's temperament, he probably wouldn't let him send it off.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard another sentence: "Let Shen Han come over."
Fu Lin: "..."
He knew it.
Where did he make a mistake before, that he was still worried that Shen Huaijing would favor Shen Han?
"Is there anything else?" Shen Huaijing's voice became even weaker.
"No," Fu Lin replied subconsciously, "What's the matter? It doesn't sound like I have something to do, it seems like you have something to do."
Shen Huaijing gave a "hmm".
He is busy.
"Message him back."
Fu Lin: "...Okay, you are busy, I will hang up right away, so I won't delay you."
The practice room was full of laughter because of "Shen Han drinking porridge with tears in his eyes", Shen Han chased all over the room, pushed Xu Yixin, who laughed the loudest, to the ground, and then lay spread out beside Wen Nian, breathing steadily and well , looked up, and saw Wen Nian holding the phone, as if he was a little absent-minded.
Shen Han turned over: "It's okay, the hot search will go down later."
Even he is the more urgent one.
He would rather hang on to "Wen Nian and Shen Huaijing went to the Civil Affairs Bureau late at night, and Shen Han wept bitterly in public" rather than "eat two bowls with tears in his eyes".
Wen Nian: "I didn't watch the trending searches."
Shen Han didn't believe it, grabbed his hand and pulled down the phone to have a look, the phone interface did stay on WeChat, not Weibo.
"Is someone looking for you on WeChat? Brother Lin?" Shen Han asked.
Wen Nian shook his head.
No one was looking for him, but he was looking for Shen Huaijing.
"Did Mr. Shen reply to that message on Weibo by himself, or Brother Lin?" Wen Nian asked.
"My brother should have replied by himself," Shen Han said, "Brother Lin has an account number and password, but he probably doesn't know about porridge."
... Then he should be awake, Wen Nian thought.
I don't know if my stomach feels better.
Wen Nian was a little hesitant to ask, but the phone suddenly dinged.
Shen Han took a look at the situation, this profile picture... "My brother is looking for you."
There was a brief silence in the practice room.
Under the scorching gaze, Wen Nian grabbed his phone and got up on the spot: "I'm going to reply to a message."
After finishing speaking, he walked straight out, opened and closed the door.
Everyone: "..."
Do you have to go outside to reply every message? ? ?Is there anything they can't see?
Walking through the corridor, Wen Nian walked to the bench that day, and then clicked on the chat interface.
[Mr. Shen: Does your knee hurt today? 】
[Wen Nian: It doesn't hurt, I got up in the morning and took the medicine. 】
The tip of the ear was a little hot, and Wen Nian subconsciously raised his hand to touch it to cool down physically.
[Wen Nian: How is your stomach?Still uncomfortable? 】
[Mr. Shen: Alright. 】
Well, I have to take another day of medicine today, Wen Nian was typing in the input box, but Shen Huaijing replied one step ahead of him.
[Mr. Shen: I saw the note. 】
Wen Nian was startled.
[Mr. Shen: When did you write it? 】
[Wen Nian: When I went downstairs to boil water. 】
Actually, after opening the door for Shen Han, when he was about to leave, he remembered that Shen Huaijing didn't have the habit of eating breakfast, so he turned back. He wanted to knock on the door, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what to say, so he left a note.
Wen Nian deleted the words in the input box one by one and typed again.
[Wen Nian: Did Brother Lin bring you breakfast? 】
[Ms. Shen: No, I ate porridge. 】
Wen Nian pursed his lips, staring at the word "congee".
Could it be the porridge from last night?
After going back last night, he and Shen Han shared the porridge in the insulated box. It was unpalatable, but the taste was so bland that Shen Han searched for mustard all over the room, and finally unpacked Xia Nan’s last bag of lobster noodles. It barely tastes better when you go in.
Wen Nian replied seriously: "You can't eat overnight porridge in this weather."
Shen Huaijing smiled and listened to the voice again.
"The air conditioner is turned on in the living room, and it can be kept for a few hours."
"I forgot to mention last night that porridge is delicious."
When Wen Nian came back, Shen Han saw that the hair on his forehead was wet again.
"Go to the bathroom to wash your face?" Shen Han asked.
Wen Nian said "hmm", "It's a bit hot."
"Is it hot?" Shen Han asked looking up at the air-conditioning outlets all over the practice room and the corridor outside.
The last time his brother came over, it seemed that Wen Nian also went to the bathroom to wash his face and came back.
Wen Nian averted his eyes: "Hot."
Shen Han: "Oh."
Because the three groups on the stage have added a large amount of dance parts this time, the training intensity has almost doubled, and the following dialogue between Wei Nishang and the students can be heard almost every day in the practice room.
"Shoulders open, legs open, waist down."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh teacher's place is not allowed!"
"No way, teacher, I'm still a child and I don't have a waist, ah—it's broken, it's broken!"
"My waist and legs have a mind of their own and I can't control it."
"Teacher, I'm a human being, not a folding chair. I really can't do this!!"
"What's the matter with you? Why are your bodies still so hard after practicing for so many days? You haven't opened up at all."
"Because we're tough guys."
Immediately afterwards, the top face of the National Dance Troupe pressed down on the ligaments of the tough guys that were stretched like steel plates.
After a second.
"what--"
The shouting was so fierce that in the next few days, the director strictly controlled the rehearsals of Erxia's students on the radio, and repeated orders to end at eight o'clock. It was not because of distress, but because he was afraid that some supernatural rumors would come out from the main station if his voice was broken. .
In the past few times, on the day of the performance, everyone thought that it would be a day, but this time it was different. From the morning of the recording day, everyone wanted to rush directly to the recording studio, feeling that the sky is fucking (sweet) It's fine, not to mention that the director opened his mouth this time, and gave them three days off after the recording.
"Why do I feel that the studio is so lively this time?" Xia Nan walked over from the corridor and said.
Xu Yixin: "It seems that the audience was invited this time."
This is the first time people have heard of it.
Shen Han turned to look at Xu Yixin: "How do you know everything?"
"Specially changed from Studio 3 to Studio 1. I knew there must be a reason with my feet, so I asked a few more questions."
Everyone who didn't think of the reason: "..."
Shen Han kicked Xu Yixin.
"Does the audience also participate in voting? It seems that it is not written in the competition rules." Yu Hang asked.
Xu Yixin patted the non-existent ash on his legs: "No, it's just a pure atmosphere group."
Everyone understands that in order to have more shots in the studio, the audience is often invited to participate in the recording, and this aspect is also strictly controlled.
"How did the audience choose this time? Are tickets sold? I haven't heard any news."
"Probably not. I heard that the last time there was a show next door that sold tickets directly to the public, and the scalpers robbed more than half of them. In the end, the ticket prices were skyrocketed. In the end, all tickets were refunded, and the show crew even took punishment."
Xu Yixin: "The tickets given away are said to be given to several nearby universities. There are not many people, maybe 300 people."
"It seems that there is such a thing. The main station has contact channels with many universities in Jiangcheng, and they often send some tickets, especially the Film and Television Academy."
Shen Han turned his head and asked Wen Nian: "Jiang University is not far away, is there anyone from your school here?"
Wen Nian shook his head: "Probably not."
I have never heard of any connection between the TV station and the school.
"Okay, stop chatting, go do makeup." Teacher Yitong held the file bag in his left hand and clapped his hands twice.
The backstage makeup team was so busy that their feet never touched the floor, and the recording room was not idle. When the time came, under the guidance of the staff, the audience lined up to enter the venue one by one.
Twenty-ten minutes later, there was a prolonged scream from the recording hall, and the sound was so loud that even the dressing room separated by two corridors could clearly hear it.
Shen Han patted Xu Yixin beside him: "What's going on?"
Xu Yixin was puzzled: "How do I know?"
Shen Han: "Think about it."
Xu Yixin: "?"
Shen Han: "Don't think with your head, think with your feet."
"Aren't your feet smart?"
The make-up artist laughed so hard that he almost didn't curl Shen Han's eyelashes. After laughing, he looked at the time and said, "It should be the instructor who has taken the seat."
Everyone understands.
To be more precise, it should be Mr. Shen who took the seat.
Yitong turned on the LCD TV in the dressing room very skillfully, and through the lens connected to the stage, he saw the scene of the four mentors taking their seats.
The instructor's seat is on the side close to the audience stage. Unlike the students entering the arena from the backstage with double doors and rows of rows, the instructors enter the seats simply and neatly, and pass directly from the side of the stage through an aisle that is only two people wide.
There is no music, no lights, and you can even see the figures of the staff shuttle back and forth on the stage. The messy background, but because of the appearance of one person, it becomes different—Shen Huaijing walked out from behind the curtain, and today he wore it for a long time. The suit looks like a Jedi gentleman from England.
The screams from below almost toppled the studio.
Chen Song covered his ears: "Is this the legendary killing without a knife?"
Feng Sheng smiled: "Who can stand up to Mr. Shen's look today."
Wei Nishang was dressed in a red dress: "The students also put a lot of effort into styling today, so Teacher Shen naturally has to help us maintain the stage."
"I heard from the director team that you and Chen Song did the styling together?" Feng Sheng asked.
Chen Song nodded: "It's not easy."
Wei Nishang: "Especially in Shen Hanwennian's group, the clothes are made in a hurry."
Shen Huaijing turned his head away.
Wei Nishang smiled at him: "Just wait and see."
When a group came on stage, Feng Sheng and the others knew why Wei Nishang was so busy during this time. Compared with the previous stages, this time there was a qualitative improvement in terms of makeup, song selection, and positioning. It even has the level of "professional stage".
"It's not easy." Feng Sheng also said something along, and there was even a kind of vicissitudes of "my family has a child who is just growing up".
Wei Nishang: "Suffering is not for nothing."
At the end of a group of performances, in addition to the four instructors, the public judges who watched them walk along the way also gave high marks.
The host came on stage, when the names of Shen Han and Wen Nian came out of the microphone slowly, Wei Nishang raised his chin towards Shen Huaijing: "Here comes the elaborate work."
Shen Huaijing smiled.
Different from the fully lit stage in the first group, the stage in the second group is completely dark, with only two blue and white cold lights flashing on the extreme sides.
The music gradually started, and the remaining energy of the two golden bowls was long and ethereal, and the sound of Sanskrit chanting, which changed from light to heavy, seemed to come from the farthest distance in the sky.
The audience held their breath, and from nowhere came the phrase "I feel like I'm going to pass away".
When everyone couldn't help laughing, the fog on both sides of the stage began to spread, and the lights flickered upwards. There were two people standing in the middle of the stage. They couldn't see their faces clearly, but they could see the silk gauze clothes on their bodies, one black and one white. This thick ink-like black stage is looming.
After a while, the warm yellow light came on little by little, like the morning light cutting through the endless night and shining on them.
Only then did the audience see their clothes clearly. At first they thought it was a cold plain gauze robe, but it turned out to be the opposite. The clothes seemed to refer to the design of figure skating Costen. The close-fitting gauze top clearly outlined the waistline. Not only is it not cold, but it brings out an extremely ostentatious aesthetic feeling.
The Sanskrit sound ended with the last lingering sound of the golden bowl, the music suddenly sounded, and all the stage lights were turned on.
The moment Shen Han's singing sounded, and the moment he saw clearly the appearance of the people on the stage, the voice from the auditorium could no longer be suppressed.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa who I've never seen Wen Nian combing his hair up! It's so beautiful!"
"When did Shen Han dye his silver-gray hair?! Absolutely!"
At this moment, the director suddenly cut a close-up of Wen Nian's face.
His makeup was very light, and it seemed that a lot of effort had been put into it, only the pure white eyelashes that seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost and snow, and a bright red irregular pattern under the left eye.
During the movement, the cuffs of both arms slipped down the wrist bones. He was completely white, but on the left arm, there was a red tendril line winding up from the back of the hand, spreading from the back of the hand to the white neck and chin, which seemed to be cut off. , but right now the irregular patterns are growing again, as if they can be connected into a line with just one more smear on the outside.
Shen Huaijing slightly raised his eyebrows.
The music reached a climax, and the screams resumed.
After a well-designed dance, a formation-like circle of light suddenly exploded under the stage. The circle of light seemed to have its own consciousness. It flashed and entangled with the movements of the members on the stage, and finally slowly and slowly condensed into a yin and yang. gossip.
Extremely black yin hexagrams, pure white yang hexagrams.
Everyone on the stage stood still, put their palms together, closed their eyes, opened them, and stood still.
The music ends.
The applause and screams were unprecedented.
Before coming to the show, the program team clearly stated that filming is not allowed, but they did not prohibit platform speech, and even vaguely conveyed the meaning of "as long as you don't film the stage, you can say anything else".
A few minutes later, the "Second Summer" real-time plaza exploded instantly.
"Ahhh, kneel down to Teacher Wei. This choreography is amazing. At first, I thought that "Deviant Personality" refers to Shen Han and Wen Nian being each other's personalities. Who knows that there are other personalities besides personalities."
"The last piece of Tai Chi gossip was really too great to open the door for his mother. When I got home, my mind was full of 'one life, two, three, three, three, all things'."
"Ah, ah, ah, Wen Nian, looking up, turning around, breaking the wheat, I'm dead."
"Wen Nian, what surprises do you have that I don't know!!!"
"Watching this stage, I can see who can call Brother Han Hanhan. Now I just want to carry a knife and follow Brother Han to various ports."
"Does anyone think that Wen Nian's clothes today match badly with Mr. Shen?!"
"If the match is miserable, I will rely on it! If the slay is miserable, I will rely on it!"