Chapter 37

Tian Yadong, who should have the right to speak, didn't speak, and other judges were hard to say. Everyone didn't want to waste their time on it. It was a small matter for them to change a song. No one cared. Obviously, in their opinion, the trainee said a little more.

Some judges began to urge him to hurry up. Wang Zirong paused and whispered, "in fact, I didn't sing this song alone, and there were two teammates." As soon as he had finished speaking, two other boys came to the stage from the side of the stage.

Combination? The judges who had been painting on the score sheet with their heads down suddenly raised their heads and looked at the three boys on the stage.

"Who let you combine yourself?"

"Today is one out of three. You sing a song. Who will stay?"

"This is too childish."

The judges were very dissatisfied. They were just a few trainees. First, they changed the song without authorization, and now what combination did they make.

Tian Yadong, who was sitting on the edge, was already on fire. At the moment, he also wanted to take the opportunity to vent. He suddenly opened his mouth, "who do you think you are? Is it up to you as a person or as a combination? " Tian Yadong's tone was very heavy. As soon as he spoke, other voices on the scene stopped.

The three boys on the stage didn't expect to be attacked like this by the judges and teachers. They didn't know how to do it for a while. They were timid and didn't dare to speak. They bowed their heads one after another and had a cold sweat in their fists.

In the team of music producers, Tian Yadong has a high status, old qualifications and high prestige. His words can already represent the meaning of other judges. After a moment of silence, others began their duty of saying one word to another, starting from the three boys on the stage.

"If you don't want to stay, you can go now."

"Oh, what are these young people thinking now? They take themselves too seriously."

"The alternative tracks instructed by the teacher dare to change and make a combination. What are these?"

The judges' words are not only their duties, but also gradually become strange and cynical, one by one.

Han Mo's long eyebrows were slightly restrained and his deep eyes looked at the three boys on the stage. His steps began to move and came to the position facing the stage. Although it was far away, the boys still recognized their senior brothers at a glance and had just taught them many predecessors.

The three boys felt nervous when they saw Han Mo, whether they could stay or not, whether they were as unbearable as the judge teacher said, they had to show themselves at least once, right here, right in front of them. Even if they failed, they would not regret it.

Wang Zirong took a breath and slowly spit it out, "all judges and teachers, without permission, we changed the track and changed it into a combination form. I apologize to all teachers for this, but I hope to give us a chance to perform. Everything we do is to stay. The three of us stay together."

After Wang Zirong's words, the other two boys came to his side, grabbed his arm and nodded meaningfully.

Tian Yadong snorted coldly, "I don't think it's necessary. You can't see the songs I choose. Sichen media can't accommodate you at all." Of course, he doesn't want them to perform, because among the judges sitting here, only he has seen them perform and knows what kind of waves this song will stir up.

Originally, other judges were still hesitant to give the three children a chance, but Tian Yadong opened his mouth, and they echoed Tian Yadong on one side.

"Since Director Tian said forget it, you don't have to perform." The judges set aside the scoring forms of the three boys for the interview of the next round of trainees.

Lost, unwilling to enrich the boys' dark eyes, they stood on the stage helplessly looking at the indifferent judges under the stage. They didn't want to go, but they were at a loss.

Suddenly, someone who hasn't spoken under the stage makes the originally noisy Performance Hall quiet in an instant.

"Oh, you all think I'm dead. Shouldn't you ask my opinion?" Meng Si pulled a long tone and said half jokingly.

At this time, the judges remembered that in the performance hall, in addition to themselves, there were bosses who had been sitting in the corner without talking. They looked at Meng Si's direction and smiled, "Mr. Meng, what do you think to do with them?"

They know that Meng Si hates that others don't take himself seriously. He is the center and must obey him in both daily communication and artists in the company. Therefore, obedience has always been one of the important requirements of sichen media for artists.

These boys even changed the track and performance form without authorization, which undoubtedly violated Meng Si's bottom line. They all waited for Meng Si to say to let the three go, so that they wouldn't bully the newcomers.

Everyone looked at Meng Si's expression with their hearts, waiting for him to say the final decision.

Meng Si sighed slightly, "Hey, deal with it, my deal is..." Meng Si paused for a moment. The three boys on the stage subconsciously swallowed saliva. Death is not terrible, waiting for death is the most terrible. How can people not be nervous about their fate in the next sentence.

Meng Sipu laughed and waved to the three boys on the stage, "sing, children?"

Hearing Meng Si's "sing", the three boys were so excited that they almost jumped up on the stage and bowed deeply to Meng Si, "thank you, Mr. Meng, thank you."

Meng Si shook his hand. "Come on, let's start quickly."

The judges were surprised. When was their general manager Meng so close to human relations, but they were stunned. No one took it seriously. Just sing. A song is only a few minutes. They didn't think that singing could change their fate. It's just a waste of time to sing a song they haven't even heard of.

The three boys took a deep breath, no light, no applause, no prelude, and began their performance in the face of questioning and mocking eyes.

"String your heart and my heart, string a lucky grass, string a concentric circle, let all calls looking forward to the future, and be a companion while you are young... Don't let the younger you grow up, the more lonely you become, plant my lucky grass in your dreamland, and let the earth keep rotating with our concentric circle forever..."

The boys' clear and clean songs echoed in the performance hall, singing and showing sign language dance. They replaced each other's positions according to the rehearsed walking positions and cooperated with the movements of their feet.

"It's a sign language dance. It's a little interesting."

"Did our company write this song? I haven't heard it before. Is it a new song that hasn't been released yet? "

"Mr. Tian, look at the combination of their three children. It's quite like that. It looks very comfortable."

Tian Yadong sniffed and didn't say a word. He spat in his heart. He didn't want to praise them at all. Other judges came to see the excitement. Only he knew what was going on. His song was changed by a newcomer who had just entered the company for a few days and hadn't made a debut. He also arranged such a performance. It was a slap in the face.

Tian Yadong became more and more angry. The corners of his eyes twitched fiercely. There were several deep grooves on his wrinkled face. He couldn't sit down and was ready to get up and leave. This subtle action had long been seen by Meng Si beside him.

Meng Si gently pressed Xiatian Yadong's arm with a smile on his face and whispered, "teacher Tian, these three little are only your disciples. How can you go before the performance is finished?"

Tian Yadong didn't speak and continued to sit in place with a black face.

Until the last sentence of the lyrics was sung, the judges couldn't help clapping for the three teenagers. It seemed that they didn't make the voice of doubt and ridicule just now. Anyway, at the moment, they were really clapping for the three boys. They were shocked, unbelievable and more appreciative.

However, they also know that the creation and choreography of this song will not be completed by the three boys themselves. Someone must help them. First, someone spoke.

"Your performance brightened our eyes. I didn't expect it to be so amazing."

"Can you tell us who helped you practice this song?"

Just as Wang Zirong wanted to answer, another judge interrupted him, "shouldn't it be Lao Tian's surprise to us? You've always brought these three little guys."

In fact, they all know that although each so-called teacher will bring several trainees, they don't really teach them. The most thing is to help choose a song. There are so many things every day. Who can care about the trainees. Just at the moment, this sentence has changed a taste, like ridicule and irony. In short, Tian Yadong's face is more ugly.

The three boys were a little excited when they stood on the stage. They didn't think that their performance would be so smooth that they could win the applause of the judges and teachers. Thanks to one person, they wanted to say it. Wang Zirong said first, "in fact, today's song was taught by a senior brother, including sign language dance and our modeling. He taught us a lot of things, In fact, he is in the performance hall. He is... "

Wang Zirong wanted to say Han Mo's name directly. He was excited and raised an arm to point to the place where Han Mo stood just now.

The judges also looked back in that direction

The performance hall was quiet for a moment. Everyone wanted to see who was so talented to write such songs and make up such dances

There was nothing. Wang Zirong pointed to no one except the empty wall.