Blind box talent show opens a white moonlight

"Grouping also hides secrets."

As for how to group them, the program team had a hard time.

The instructor divides the players into abcd levels according to their performance?

The instructor did not enter the stage at this stage. Chen PD said that the instructor could not see the appearance of the contestants before the stage for the first time.

Blind evaluation with no face, if the evaluation result is too shaky, why don't the instructors lose face?

Moreover, there is currently no budget for mentors to tear each other up on hot searches.

Grouped by performance type?

vocal, dancing rap?

Many contestants are multi-faceted talents. If there is a fixed performance mode, wouldn't it fall into the cliché?No surprises either.

The program team stayed up all night, and all plans were shot down.

"Can you stop plagiarizing all the time! Think about it for yourself????"

Chen PD's roar resounded throughout the 13th floor of the TV station.

"Ahem, this time the grouping is like this." Director Wu looked at the thirty baby babies waiting to be fed.

"Each of you chose tags for yourself, and the program group also rated each of you. We analyzed these keywords on the Internet with big data and divided them into four groups."

"Wind (ya), free, ethereal."

"Fire (ra), passion, wildness."

"Water (va), delicate and gentle."

"Earth (la), warm and tolerant."

"This time, the competition system will start with the intra-group competition, followed by the group PK."

Team members are both competitors and partners.

Director Wu clicked on the ppt, and there was a list of players in each group.

It's embarrassing, Chu Yufan is the only one in the soil group.

There is also a portrait of Meng Youzhe who hangs in the air and cannot be integrated into any group, because he has given himself too many labels, which conflict with each other, and finally the artificial intelligence freezes.

"Meng Youzhe, since you are suitable for any group, which group do you want to be in?" Director Wu smirked.

Tang Xiaozhou scoffed, this person has a background at first glance, and the treatment is always different.

But God bless, don't pick your own "water" group.

Tang Xiaozhou hangs on classical music, and the opera Little Heavenly King is his personal design.

Meng Youzhe pursed his lips with bean paste-colored lipstick, "Then I'll go to the soil group."

Although this "soil" sounds very unsuitable for him, but there is only one opponent in the group, he must be invincible.

Chu Yufan couldn't help but yawned, it's best to kill the whole group.

Director Wu turned his head and stared at the group list carefully.

The players in the "wind" group were a little bit crowded.

"Well, Zhou Siqi, you should also transfer to the soil group."

Zhou Siqi's face turned cold, "Why?"

These days, in order not to meet Chu Yufan face to face, he wandered around in various dormitories.

He really can't accept the fact that:

Back then when I was blind, my first love, Bai Yueguang, was actually a man.

Three years ago, when he ran away from home, was cold and hungry, and wandered the streets, there was a sound of nature in the window of a department store.

The sound of the piano hit the last line of defense in his heart.

Looking at the window, there was a slender figure with a faint white light shining all over his body.

Her long, soft hair was pinned behind her ears, and her eyes were focused on the black and white piano keys.

The 16-year-old Zhou Siqi opened his mouth slightly, and was in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

Uncontrollably, he stared at the beautiful girl in the window, that was his angel.

After a few seconds.

He ran silently on the cold ground with bare feet, whether it was the sound of a piano or an angel, he wanted it all.

Ever since he was a child, he had never longed for something so much.

The next moment God taught him a truth: To be a man, one must be down-to-earth.

A raised stone on the ground suddenly caught his toes, and he made a "big" jump on the ground, hitting another stone on his forehead.

The loud noise also scared the angel.

When he looked up again, the girl was gone.

"You bumped your head, it was all an illusion!" Everyone said so.

With a mild concussion, he was hospitalized for several weeks.He underwent various CT scans to prove that he was not delusional, but only got the doctor's sympathetic gaze.

His father didn't even believe a word he said.

Later, he decided to go abroad to study music and fight against his father, all in order to see the white moonlight in his heart again one day.A girl who can play the piano so well will definitely leave a name in the industry.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

Even the sound of the piano that appeared in the dream countless times, no matter how I searched, I couldn't find the source.

There is only one possibility left, the melody was created by the girl herself.

As a result, in the performance hall that day, Chu Yufan played the exact same melody easily.

And the face he showed, why is it so similar to an angel? !

When people are hit too hard, they just want to wash their heads away.

Zhou Siqi tried his best to maintain his composure, and conveyed with polite eyes: Can we not adjust the group?

Director Wu thought, is this kid so clueless?Even Meng Youzhe can see that this group is easy to advance.

"I think your style is quite suitable. Let's divide it up like this first. If it doesn't suit us, we can adjust it."

Director Wu turned to the next PPT page, "Let's take a look at the training plan again, and remember not to be late."

Chu Yufan just dozed off halfway, and when he woke up, there were two more door gods beside him.

It shrank directly into a hedgehog.

The little sun, Zhou Siqi, has turned into an iceberg with a dead fish face.

But Chu Yufan hated seeing Meng Youzhe's old face of Montenegro even more.

He scratched his head in annoyance, or we should eliminate me earlier!

"Xiao Bo, Xiao Fan, what performance do you two want to choose?"

Tang Xiaozhou's full name is Tang. Talking Tuberculosis. I'm too familiar with him to explode. Skinless and faceless. Xiaozhou.

The three of them were in different groups, and finally they didn't have to fight each other at the beginning. He was very happy with this result.

The nickname "Xiaofan" gave Chu Yufan goosebumps.

They just finished their night running training and returned to the dormitory exhausted.

I don't know what the program team thinks, it's just that the teenagers with wet foreheads, swaying energy and sweat, everyone loves to watch, and the contestants are required to run ten laps around the grass every night.

After finally going to university and getting rid of the physical fitness test, he had to be tortured to come to the program group.

A few boys who love to put on makeup complained to the sky, and after running ten laps, their makeup turned into a mudslide.

Ren Yubo really likes to run. He wears headphones around his neck, the music is turned up loudly, and he runs No.2 with ease, humming a song.

No. 1 is Zhou Siqi, who lives in the same dormitory every time. Every time he runs wilder than a wild horse, he disappears as soon as he finishes running.

I didn't sleep in the dormitory for several nights, and I didn't know where to go to chat.

"I have no idea." Chu Yufan got under the quilt, ready to sleep, but he was still not used to chatting with people.

Ren Yubo thought about it seriously, "I want to sing the song I wrote."

Damn, Tang Xiaozhou's eyes are rounded. He already has young teeth, and his expression is also childish. His curly hair is lying softly on his forehead, and he is very obedient.

"You can write songs."

Ren Yubo nodded, "I'm from the composition department."

Tang Xiaozhou was dumbfounded, "Aren't you from Yangyin??"

Damn, the composition department is the most difficult major to take.

The underground rocker is actually a top student.

Ren Yubo blushed, "What, is it embarrassing?"

Tang Xiaozhou stared, "Master, why don't you write me a song too."

Chu Yufan didn't listen to what the two of them were talking about, and his mind was a little messed up.

When I entered the music training classroom in the afternoon, the teacher asked the same question.

"Soil (La), warm and tolerant." It means that the sea is open to all rivers and diverse fusion.

Meng Youzhe was the first to bear the brunt of the hip-hop dance, but he mixed the dance music himself, and his major is electronic music.

Showcasing two talents at once.

Zhou Siqi plans to do a multi-instrumental performance, which is very street style.

"What about you, Chu Yufan?"

The teacher smiled and looked at the students who were covered from head to toe.

Obviously afraid of heat, the air conditioner in the classroom is always turned on by him to 17 degrees, and he insists on wearing so much.

"No idea." That's what he replied at the time.

The teacher was a little disappointed. She had watched Chu Yufan's interview video. This kid is very talented.

"Then you have to think quickly, you only have one week of preparation time, and then it's the instructor's scoring session. The instructor's score will determine your ranking. At that time, the audience will select players to support based on the initial ranking." What the teacher didn't say was that the bottom ranked Players basically don't have too many public shots.

In this era where traffic is king, how can a player who has not been exposed be favored by everyone?

The musical instrument performance has been selected by Zhou Siqi, and the teacher reminded him tactfully that he should avoid performances of the same type so as not to be at a disadvantage in the group.

sing?Chu Yufan's head hurts, he has never heard any popular songs.

I heard Tang Xiaozhou shout, "I want to sing an opera!"

Well?Chu Yufan was stunned for a moment, so there are so many types of songs?

"That..." Chu Yufan hesitated for a long time, still shaking his head out of the quilt, and asked cautiously, "Can you listen to your playlist?"

Tang Xiaozhou's eyes lit up, and Chu Yufan finally took the initiative to speak!

In the past few days, he has been secretly observing a few roommates. Ren Yubo is a hot and cold boy, but Zhou Siqi is just the opposite.

Only this Chu Yufan, a patient with severe social phobia.

Tang Xiaozhou has always believed in the saying that many friends have many paths.

Everyone wants to join the music industry, who knows who will help you in the future?

"Xiaofan, my playlist is very complicated. I only use it for homework, for playing games, and for breaking up in love..." He felt that he had slipped his tongue, and laughed a few times, "Which part do you want to listen to?"

He noticed that Chu Yufan's family conditions were not very good. He didn't have a game console, no laptop, and he didn't see professional headphones. He looked like a down-and-out music student.

However, Tang Xiaozhou never judges a hero in terms of wealth, he always feels that Chu Yufan is hiding something.

"I can, can you listen to it?" Chu Yufan hesitated, a strange feeling came from the bottom of his heart.

Ask others.

In the future world, people only need to ask the machine for it.

The price is just money.

However, he has no money now.

Tang Xiaozhou cheerfully turned on the laptop and brought up the player.

Ren Yubo threw out a Bluetooth subwoofer, and threw a pair of headphones on the upper bunk.

"My playlist is quite loud, so take it easy."

Chu Yufan had a clean and clear feeling on his face, and in the blink of an eye, a deer jumped in his eyes.

"Thank you."

His voice was so soft that it sounded like an echo of the valley.

Tang Xiaozhou's ears went numb.

When it was time for the curfew, Zhou Siqi returned to the dormitory with the darkness falling.

Just look at the small blue lights on the opposite bunk.

Strange, this person goes to bed early every day, why is he still awake today?

He thought for a long time whether he should retire or not.

Gouxue's first love is a man and it's enough to annoy him, but he still has to get along day and night.

Besides, he didn't really want to enter the entertainment industry.

His family would not support him to take this path, if he didn't have any money now...

Yes, no money!

Zhou Siqi took a deep breath and prepared to lie down.

I heard a low voice singing from the opposite side.

There was such a strong sense of emptiness and imagery in this boy's singing, and he was hit in the head again.

Chu Yufan, I like women, okay?

Stop exuding your damn charm!