I'm on fire after being hacked

At the recording site of the first phase of Xingyan Path, 52 contestants sat casually on scattered stairs. They wore all kinds of performance costumes, their hair was also dyed in rebellious colors, their young brows and eyes were full of stars, and they occasionally chatted. Will look to the stage that has not yet been lit.

That is the battlefield where dream chasers are about to enter. Although it is still dark, every player is looking forward to leaving colorful colors there.

So is Han Deng.

He wore a pure white shirt with a pair of neat jeans. In addition, according to the instructions of the program group, he wore a black hat and a black mask, which covered his face and only showed a pair of eyes.

His figure was very inconspicuous, a small group huddled in a dark corner, staring alone in a daze.

Han Deng didn't look like a contestant who came to participate in an idol competition at all, but rather a passerby who strayed into this place by mistake.

While the other contestants were discussing lively, teasing each other, creating a deliberate effect, and being active under the camera, Han Dengan sat quietly at the bottom and edge of the scattered steps, with the least lighting and no camera.

He was arranged by the program team to appear as the last candidate in the creation section, but it was not for the finale.

Being convicted of plagiarism and being divorced by his crush, in just one day, Han Deng suffered the most painful blow for him.

Han Deng couldn't help but think of the previous negotiation with the show director. Even if he really used the breakup chip that Shi Jiu promised and got the chance to participate in the show, Xing Yanjing's director team still didn't want to see him.

After reading Han Deng's materials, the chief director leaned back, frowned and collapsed on the chair, taking a sip of tea.He exchanged glances with the producer on his right, who looked straight at Han Deng.

The eyes under the lens always look particularly aggressive, and the sharp words pointed at Han Deng as if they were sharpened:

"Although your strength is indeed very good, you should know what kind of infamy you are carrying? Plagiarism is not a trivial matter. Why do you think our program team will choose an artist like you to enter? "

"Even if you ask someone from the Shi family to help you, you can airborne directly, but it's just showing your face, right? The audience is not easy to fool, or do you think someone will vote for you? Obviously impossible. I bet, even if we If you are allowed to appear on the show, you will be eliminated in no more than three episodes. In this case, we really don't understand why you would do this?"

Han Deng also thought, yes, why?

Maybe the audience will be curious too.

He also asked himself, just begging his fiancé who just broke up with him without dignity, and appearing in the live broadcast so cheekily, waiting to be scolded by everyone, just for a chance that is basically destined to be a waste , is it really worth it?

Why would everyone choose to give up Chen Ruke, who can produce witnesses and material evidence, and instead believe in him who has no evidence at all?

It is easy to spread rumors, but difficult to clarify them.What's more, in the absence of strong evidence.

Plagiarism is destined to become an indelible shadow on him. Under such prerequisites, no one is willing to accept the frequent appearance of Han Deng, let alone in such a boy group program.

It is inevitable to be scolded, and Han Deng can guess that when he comes here, he must face a violent storm than anyone else.

If possible, Han Deng didn't want to take on all of this.

However, for Han Deng, music and creation are his life.They have melted into Han Deng's blood and become an inseparable part of Han Deng's body.

If there really will be a day when Han Deng no longer writes songs or sings, that day may only be the end of Han Deng's life.

So in the end Han Deng said:

"I know that my coming to this show will definitely bring a lot of controversy to this show, and even implicate many contestants. Here, I first apologize to you."

"I don't like to cause trouble for others, but I can't let the trumped-up charges hang on my body and my songs so clearly, so I'm sorry, although this trouble is not what I want, but I did bring it."

"I don't mind if you hype me up to gain attention, I don't mind if everyone looks at me as a joke, and I don't mind leaving after the first elimination."

"I just want a chance, to give myself an explanation, to give my song an explanation, even if I am scolded, even if I am hated, even if nothing can be changed in the end, no matter what the result is, I will admit it."

"I want to bet, one last time."

This is his last chance.Can't lose, absolutely can't.

With a bang, a beam of lights finally lit up on the stage.

The silver-white light beam fell from top to bottom, and the fine dust gradually floated up and was illuminated by the light, like glowing fireflies, shining with tiny bits of light.

Han Deng looked at them with longing in his eyes.

The video starts to play on the LCD screen:

Late night practice room, dripping sweat, soaked clothes.

At the moment when no one knows, they have paid too much for the short-lived bloom.

Trainees seem to be only one step away from their dreams, but how much sweat does it take to make up for this step?

Nobody knows.

The pictures in the video seem to be the experience of everyone present. They are also confused and painful, but now that they have come to this point, who would give up lightly?

Even if you are making fireworks that will only appear for a moment, you must do your best and accumulate strength. At a certain moment, you will rush into the dark night sky and bloom brilliantly.

The silent film-like image gradually ended, the lights on the stage were turned off again, and there was only one voice in the darkness, which seemed to sound in everyone's heart:

"Dream chasers, are you ready?"

The trainees in the contestant area finally couldn't suppress their inner desire and restlessness, and made loud and arrogant voices. A few bold ones even shouted directly at the stage:

"Get ready! The stage, here we come!"

"So, let's get started now!"

As the voice fell to the ground, the door of the LCD screen opened, four figures stood behind the door, and the lights lit up behind them.

All of them are well-known artists with fame, aura and word of mouth.

Singing and dancing include Mengmeng, a member of the top girl group in China, He Quan, a top musician who has composed songs that have been ranked in the top three of the music charts, and the rapper Ji Hui Jier, who debuted at No. 1 in rap shows a few years ago, won the national street dance prize Lu Yuan won the first prize in the competition.

Powerful, not watery at all.

Plus two trainee mentors, one is Quan Lin, the main dancer of the newly promoted men's group, and the other is Chen Kuo, a music producer who has become popular recently.

Such a lineup of mentors is not without luxury.

With much anticipation, Ji Hui, who was holding a mic, came out first, and a rap performance kicked off the show. Coupled with Mengmeng and Lu Yuan's pas de deux, accompanied by He Quan's song, it almost instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the contestants present. enthusiasm.

Many rappers followed Ji Hui's rap and held gestures to help him sing pad notes. Whether they could dance or not, they all stood there and swayed with the music.

At the same time as the tutor appeared on the stage, the screen in front of the contestants lit up, and a bunch of "coming" densely covered the tutor's stage, which was being broadcast at the same time, and the live broadcast also started.

This show has been warming up for a long time, and the well-known mentor candidates in the circle have been announced one by one, and the information of the contestants has also been revealed a little bit, and in addition, the debut position specially reserved for original dance and original creation at the end, Gimmick.

Xing Yanjing was different from any other drafts in the past. It attracted a lot of passers-by, and the number of viewers has been increasing crazily since the live broadcast.

The cheering words of the instructors are crazy on the bullet screen, and several famous players have also been cueed by fans. The bullet screen is completely occupied by all kinds of rainbow farts, and the colorful cheering words make people dizzy.

At first, the instructor performed in person, and the effect of the show came out immediately.Everyone threw themselves into the carnival without thinking about the fierce competition afterwards, and temporarily relieved the tense atmosphere.

Amidst all the joy, Han Deng, who was sitting there quietly, was particularly eye-catching. The contestants had no time to look at it, but the audience spotted him and were all guessing his identity.

There was one just now, and the person in front just said: [I heard that the man named Han Deng will also come this time, is it true? 】

[Isn't it?Does he have no points in mind?Who will vote for him, think he is a fairy]

The people behind immediately replied to her: [It doesn't matter if he comes or not, if he comes out, I'll scold him to death! 】

[That's right, it's really shameless to plagiarize and even appear on the show! 】

【I don't understand either. What else can he do? We can be the contemporary Beethoven, is there anyone who doesn't know about the mediocre musical talent? 】

[The one in front, let's keep a low profile, why bother to give the plagiarized man who can't walk independently the look, and let him go back to find his mother in despair, isn't it good? 】

[Back to the front, our cocoa powder is a noble female star, it is good to be beautiful alone, don't give heat to irrelevant people! 】

[Not to mention anything else, the plagiarism contestant immediately got into trouble! 】

[Passers-by who don't know the inside story silently begged for science popularization, and after knowing the truth, they also joined the ranks of brushing the barrage. 】

The situation intensified, and Han Deng's situation became difficult before he even got on the field.

The topic of #韩灯转出娱乐圈# quickly became a trending topic, and the popularity is still accumulating, and the comments are overwhelming, but all of them are scolding Han Deng.

The contestants could also see the screen scrolling on the big screen. Many people were discussing silently. The voices were not too loud, like the sound of an airplane taking off. It gradually covered Han Deng's senses and was hard to ignore.

【No, he really came, I didn't receive any news】

[Come on, the program group really dares to do anything for the sake of traffic. If you find such a contestant, the reputation of the program will not be saved.]

【Oh, it's pitiful for him to be said】

[Please, is he the one who wants to copy the song that others worked so hard to write first?poor person must have something mean】

Han Deng just glanced at it, then quickly lowered his head and subconsciously pulled his mask.

The bruises in his eyes have reached the point where even foundation can't cover them. The show crew doesn't welcome Han Deng, and now they just treat him as a tool for drainage, and it's probably not even a script for worshiping heaven.

The makeup artist hastily put on makeup for him, not wanting to spend too much time on him. Under the light, the floating foundation was very rough.

At this time, Han Deng looked extremely haggard. If it weren't for that dream, Han Deng thought, maybe he would never be able to muster up the courage to stand in front of the public again.

Even now, he felt that he might not be able to bear the pressure halfway through, and escaped from the recording site.

Everything around him was affecting him, and his gloomy mood was like a bomb that was about to explode at any moment, pressing down on his heart indifferently.

The disapproval of his parents before leaving home, the words Shi Jiu said that day, and every comment Han Deng read seemed to have a voice.

The extremely dejected self in the dream, the self who was unwilling to close his eyes at the last moment of his life, occupied his mind, constantly clamoring, almost exhausting what little confidence he had left.

Han Deng's head hurts, everything in front of him gradually becomes blurred, the lights flicker on and off, everything does not seem like a real thing.

Drenched in cold sweat, his face was pale, the sound of his breathing was amplified infinitely, echoing in his ears, the pressure was almost crushing this boy.

But Han Deng still didn't leave after all, he forced himself to sit here, he didn't want to be like the coward in his dream, choose not to make any effort, just give up.

What supports him is always a dream.

The seemingly illusory, seemingly untouchable dream.