Chapter 34

Han Mo casually slid down the information on the screen and put his mobile phone back on him. He looked up and saw three teenagers looking at himself.

He nodded slightly, hooked the corners of his mouth, and was ready to turn and leave.

"Elder martial brother?"

Han Mo turned around and paused. He really didn't know whether to promise. He might enter the company later than the three children, but when others called him, he couldn't help responding, "hello."

Originally, he said hello and was ready to leave. One of the boys stood up and said, "are you the signing artist of sichen media?"

"I don't need to ask. Elder martial brother must be a contracted artist with such a high appearance." Said the other boy.

Han Mo held his mouth, which was the default. The boy who had not spoken all the time suddenly stood up excitedly, "elder martial brother, are you here for rehearsal? You must be a professional singer. Can you give us some guidance? "

The eyes of the three children were full of expectations. Han Mo wanted to step back. He couldn't take a step. He hesitated and walked into the rehearsal room.

Han Mo saw that the three children worked hard and wanted to help them, but he was really not professional. At most, he could only give advice, and guidance was really out of the question.

"I signed a contract not long ago and haven't made a formal debut. I'm not a professional singer." Han Mo tells the truth.

The three boys heard Han Mo's words, and a trace of loss flashed in their eyes.

The boy who just danced the hot dance said in a low voice, "even if he doesn't make a formal debut, at least he has signed a contract. We still have no idea of our life or death."

As soon as the voice fell, the two boys outside also sighed.

Han Mo knew through understanding that they had not signed a contract and were not the official artists of sichen media. This rehearsal was for selection, because only one of the three of them could stay.

The three children are very simple. Although they are competitive, they don't smell of gunpowder. They meet to rehearse together, but they don't feel ideal no matter how they practice.

The boy who sang the love song said unhappily, "let's not waste time. We'd better rehearse. We'll go to the execution ground in a minute."

"Elder martial brother, can you listen to our song? Although only one of us can stay, we also hope everyone can do well. "

"Yes, elder martial brother, help us."

Han Mo saw himself in their youth. At that time, he just came into contact with modeling. He studied how to improve his skills every day. When he saw a teacher, he immediately went to learn from others behind their hips. He always wanted to buckle some useful things and learn a little other people's skills. At night, he went back to practice and chewed them into his own things.

The three boys were still yelling at one elder martial brother. Han Mo gently pursed his lips and said calmly, "well, I can give you some advice, but whether you can use it depends on yourself."

"Thank you, senior brother!" The three boys showed an excited look. They didn't know how powerful the handsome and tall senior brother in front of them would be, but they knew that they must be better than themselves. As long as they could sign a contract with sichen media, they must not be ordinary people.

Since he decided to help the three children, Han Mo wouldn't just pretend. He walked up to the three children and said seriously.

"I've seen all three of your performances. First of all, you have a common mistake, choosing songs."

The three boys stared round. They thought that the elder martial brother would only mention some shortcomings in singing skills. Unexpectedly, they directly denied their songs.

One of the boys bowed his head slightly and whispered, "but our songs were chosen by Mr. Tian himself."

"Mr. Tian is the most powerful music producer in Beidu." The boy showed a look of worship.

Han Mo said with a smile, "the point is not who helped you choose this song, but whether this song is suitable for you to sing. Maybe they are classics that have been sung for 20 years, but whether they are suitable for you is useless."

He leaned slightly to one of the boys and said, "have you ever been in love?"

The boy felt the back of his head and smiled awkwardly, "No."

Han Mo certainly knows that from the boy's expression when singing and the empty and pale emotion in the chorus, we can guess that the boy must not have experienced lovelorn.

"If you want to impress the audience, you must first impress yourself. Even you don't think it's appropriate. If others listen, it can only be worse."

Han Mo is a very reluctant person to talk. This time, he talked a lot with the three children. He always felt that no matter engaged in every industry, when they just set foot on this road, one person could give a little advice. Maybe there would be no deviation in the first part of the road. Although he is not a teacher, Han Mo just wants the three children to be good at the moment.

Han Mo carefully guided the three children, but he didn't notice what happened in the rehearsal room

Meng Si's mouth was worn out before he found Tian Yadong. He was angry, but he had to hold others on the surface. He also fought for Han Mo's fame in the game.

"You've been an agent for so many years and haven't changed. What's the use of beauty? Strength is the ultimate standard to measure an artist." Relying on his age and seniority, Tian Yadong doesn't pay attention to his boss at all.

"Yes, Mr. Tian is right, but I can guarantee that Han Mo not only has high appearance, but also has great strength." Although Meng Si didn't want to offend Tian Yadong, he didn't want him to speak ill of Han mo.

Tian Yadong snorted coldly, "I watched you enter the industry. I don't know you, Yan Kong. The selected artists are not only poor in ability, but also not good in character."

Meng Si didn't want to talk to Tian Yadong anymore. He rolled his eyes behind him and said in his heart that when we Han ink fire, I'll let you have a good look at what virtue is.

They said that they had come to the door of rehearsal room No. 1. The door was open, but there was no one inside.

Meng Si's heart sank. He also wanted to say that he was not late until the time arrived. He hurried to look at his watch. It was just 10:30. Finally, there was no excuse for Han Mo's delay.

"What did I say? The people you choose are all of this virtue. They play big cards before they make their debut." Tian Yadong said reluctantly.

Meng Si had no choice but to say good words and smile, "wait another five minutes, just five minutes." While pacifying Tian Yadong, he took a few steps forward to call Han mo. as soon as he looked up, he saw that Han Mo was in the No. 2 rehearsal room opposite.

Meng Si patted his thigh in his heart, "my little ancestor." He just wanted to push the door in and let Han Mo out.

The door was half open. Han Mo's voice came from the classroom. Meng Si standing at the door heard it clearly. His action of pushing the door was fixed in place.

Tian Yadong found Meng Si, who was going to take out his mobile phone, standing at the door of the opposite rehearsal room, secretly looked inside and walked impatiently, "what are you looking at? If I don't find him again, I'll go. I'm very busy and don't have time to wait for such a bad artist. "

Meng Si glanced at Tian Yadong, put his finger on his mouth and said, "Shh," keep your voice down. "