Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

"Xiao Li, come here, you still have a lot to do."

Feng Shui summoned Jingli to his side and began to explain in detail the work to be done next.

At the very top of the list is, naturally, the imminent debut.

With only about twenty days left until the scheduled debut date, Jingli needs to complete the learning of the debut song, re-record the song and MV clips, and also put image management, album inserts, and reshoots of promotional materials on the agenda.

Time was of the essence; if it weren't for the fact that Jingli had just been in a car accident, he would have been dragged to dance rehearsals by the dance teacher right now.

“Your role is the face of the group. The overall concept for your debut is a boy next door who brings hope and strength.” Feng Shui opened his tablet and handed it to Jing Li. “Take a look. This is the original concept photo of the face of the group. You need to fit this style.”

The recording of the debut album is basically finished. It would be too late to design something based on Jingli's own characteristics. We can only let Jingli follow the footage that Fangyan had already filmed.

Jingli took the tablet with both hands. The first picture was the concept photo for their debut album, showing five people lying on the playground.

Shao Yu grinned mischievously, Cen Jinchuan spread his arms wide in a funny pose, You Luoyu propped his head up with his hand, his expression calm yet gentle, and Fang Yan met his gaze with a bright smile.

Ruan Qinglan lay in the center position. He didn't have much of an expression; he simply squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand, exuding a youthful vigor that seemed to want to reach through the photo and have someone outside help him up.

Under the sunlight and on the green grass, the boys wore matching white shirts, each with their own unique style—Ruan Qinglan wore a brightly colored knitted vest; You Luoyu wore a beret; Cen Jinchuan rolled up his sleeves, unbuttoned his collar, revealing two colorful rope chains on his wrists; Shao Yu's tie was loosely tied and casually draped over his shoulders; Fang Yan's shirt was slightly more ornate than the others, and he wore a neat little bow tie.

Five people, each with their own distinct personality, come together to create a refreshing and warm sense of strength.

The following pictures are solo photos of Fang Yan.

It must be admitted that Fang Yan has excellent facial expression management skills. No matter the scene, he can convey a sense of sincerity, like a friendly older brother next door, someone you can talk to about anything.

Feng Shui chimed in at the opportune moment: "Your appearance and voice have a certain contrast. We want to use the 'bass angel' as a selling point. Static promotion will focus on highlighting the 'angelic feeling.' This time, your part mainly consists of bass and a part of rap. Can you handle it?"

Feng shui is not a question, but a requirement; regardless of whether the scenery is suitable or not, it must be understood.

Jingli nodded: "I will try my best."

Feng Shui patted him on the shoulder: "Practice singing for the next couple of days, watch the dance videos first, and start practicing dancing once you feel better." She paused, "The schedule for the reshoots of the inner pages will be arranged and sent to you in the next couple of days."

The physical copies will inevitably have to be reprinted, but fortunately they are newcomers and pre-sales haven't started yet, so the amount of rework is still acceptable.

Looking at Jingli's face, she couldn't help but think: It's fortunate that he looks like Fang Yan, which saves a lot of trouble.

After the feng shui arrangements were completed, the vocal coach came in.

He handed Jingli a cell phone and got straight to the point: "This is your work phone, the demo is here."

As he spoke, he opened the software, where five song demos lay quietly.

"Here's the sheet music. Familiarize yourself with the piece first, then come find me at the 'Heavenly Sounds' recording studio on the 10th floor in two hours." He finished speaking and was about to leave when he slapped his forehead, "The dance video is in there too, remember to watch it."

As the music teacher left, Feng Shui also put away his tablet.

“This practice room is empty today, you can practice here for now.” After she finished speaking, she looked at Jingli and said, “Although you have signed a confidentiality agreement, I still need to remind you that there are cameras in every practice room and security systems on your phone.”

She smiled kindly at Jingli: "I will remind each trainee, so don't overthink it."

After saying that, she left the practice room nimbly.

The surroundings fell silent, leaving Jingli all alone.

He opened the phone his music teacher had given him and looked at the sheet music.

The title track is called "Reach Out Your Hand," and like the overall concept, it's a very positive song. The lyrics are roughly about how all hardships will pass, and that we should reach out our hands and walk towards a better future together.

The whole song has a light and catchy drumbeat, and the chorus is also easy to sing along to. Even the scenery sounds nice.

Jingli listened to it a few times and then tried singing it.

Compared to singing, the original owner was better at dancing. He had not received professional guidance and did not know any techniques. He relied entirely on practicing singing in his spare time.

If the original owner was already in such a predicament, it goes without saying that it would be quite difficult for Jingli to master five songs in two hours.

Fortunately, he didn't have many words, and he drew out his own part, focusing on practicing, and it turned out quite well.

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As soon as Feng Shui came out of the practice room in the scenic area, he pushed open the door to the practice room with the best lighting on the floor.

The four members of NSP had just finished practicing their dance once, and they guessed why she had come, so they lined up in a row.

“From today onwards, the only other member of NSP besides you is Jingli, not anyone else,” Fengshui said, clasping his hands. “I know Xiaoyan’s departure will affect you all, but please keep the big picture in mind. Jingli is here to save the day, not to cause trouble.”

Her gaze lingered on Shao Yu before shifting away: "So, it's best not to try to exclude me. You're all one now; we share the same fate, and we all suffer together."

He paused, then emphasized, "Do you understand?"

The four of them said in unison, "Understood."

"Master Shao?" the feng shui master called out.

Shao Yu reluctantly answered loudly, "I know—the Feng Shui Goddess."

"Alright, you guys keep practicing. Ah Lan, you'll have to work a little harder these days."

Ruan Qinglan nodded.

As soon as the feng shui master left, Shao Yu couldn't help but scoff, "I wonder if that plastic surgery freak can keep up."

When Shao Yu first saw Jing Li, he was amazed by his appearance.

But what a coincidence that Jingli knows Fang Yan and looks so much like him!

What else could it be but plastic surgery!

For such a young age, he has quite a few thoughts.

Shao Yu and Fang Yan have a good relationship, and Shao Yu has a particularly bad impression of Jing Li.

Cen Jinchuan chimed in, "Didn't we watch his audition video? He should be fine dancing, and his singing is alright too."

Shao Yu said with disdain, "His plain voice? Ha."

“To your ears, aren’t we all just plain-sounding voices?” Ruan Qinglan interrupted, and Shao Yu pouted but didn’t say anything more.

Ruan Qinglan made a gesture, and the four of them went to their respective positions.

Before the music started playing again, Ruan Qinglan looked at the empty seat, sighed, and said:

"In any case, it's definitely a good thing for us that he stepped up to help us under pressure at this time. The most important thing now is to debut, so let's not let personal emotions get in the way and just practice hard."

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【small theater】

Master Shao (first time seeing the idiot version): Plastic surgery monster!

Master Shao (slapped in the face version): This is the face of our business! Everyone come and see! (Beating drums and gongs)

Yuan Yuan: Shut up, you're so noisy.