The little star I hold is a real big guy

"Ms. Cheng, that is Cheng Jixue."

Through a layer of glass, Cheng Xuelan looked at the young man Zhang Chaohe was pointing at. He was sitting on the lounge chair and slightly lowered his head to talk to the man sitting on the ground. His long legs were propped up casually, and he seemed to be leisurely and undisciplined.

Zhang Yinshan's assistant was extremely efficient. Of course, Cheng Xuelan wanted to get rid of the pressure from her husband, the actress, and the two met the next day.Cheng Xuelan bluntly stated that she had to meet to decide whether to cooperate - artists with poor qualifications or bad temper were not in her consideration.Zhang Chaohe readily agreed, and the two sides rushed to the training room to meet with the focus of future work.

Cheng Xuelan narrowed her eyes and looked at the young people across the wall. Cheng Jixue herself was much better-looking than the cold photos in the information. She observed carefully for a while before she said: "Good seedling, but I don't think Mr. Zhang is a person who is obsessed with folk arts. Where was it dug?"

On the surface, this sentence seems to be interested in Cheng Jixue's background, but in fact it is secretly asking Mr. Zhang if he has any backstage relationship with him. Thank you for not being sensitive, let alone a top giant like Zhang Chaohe.

Zhang Chaohe instantly remembered the scumbag behavior of the original body's grave, hesitated for a while and decided to tell the truth: "In the funeral parlor."

Cheng Xuelan: "..."

Cheng Xuelan: "Then you are really dedicated."

It's okay not to mention it, but when he mentioned this, Zhang Chaohe immediately remembered all kinds of pressure Cheng Jixue had been unemployed for nearly two months. Although it was seamless in his memory, it was only for Cheng Jixue—— Second Master Ji would definitely not be able to hide it if he wanted to turn over old accounts in the future, so he began to hesitate to find an opportunity to admit his mistake in advance.

The person who was talking to Cheng Jixue had been sitting on the ground with his back to them, but now he stood up suddenly to pick up the guitar and showed his face.Cheng Xuelan laughed, and her rose-pink nails lightly tapped the glass: "Hey, this is Li Yimao? He's a thorn, did they know each other before?"

"Ah?" Zhang Chaohe looked over in confusion.

Li Yimao got up early in the morning full of resentment, ate breakfast full of resentment, and rushed to the company full of resentment, ready to fight wits and courage with the newcomers forced in by the top management.Song Yi's subtle embellishments, plus Du Ze's persuasion to open up, made the image of the newcomer in his mind very demonic.

He pushed open the door of the practice room while humming the tune of the new song, and the young man sitting inside swiping his phone looked up at him—the man was tall and handsome with long legs, and his aura definitely belonged to someone he didn't know. big names.

"Did I go wrong?" Li Yimao looked suspiciously at the house number, and found that it was indeed this room.He casually threw his backpack on the floor at the door, and the young man had already put away his cell phone, stood up and looked at him with a smile.

Li Yimao found that he looked really good, but he searched frantically in his mind, but he still couldn't remember this face.

"Brother, there will be a rehearsal in this room later," Li Yimao said politely, "Why don't you change the room?"

"Li Yimao?" The other party glanced up and down at him briskly.

Li Yimao looked at him vigilantly, and he had an ominous premonition: "You are..."

"Hello senior, I'm Cheng Jixue." The young man stretched out his hand, politely: "I'll trouble you later."

Li Yimao: "Pfft!!"

Li Yimao turned pale with shock: "You are Cheng Jixue?"

Isn't the newcomer a monster!It is said that because it is so ordinary, even if you are a relative, you don't even have the nerve to take a spot on the solo stage!

You call this mediocre? !

"Yes, how are you?" Cheng Jixue tilted her head, and her outstretched hand stopped firmly in the air, waiting for Li Yimao to hold it back.

Li Yimao woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream, he quickly took that hand with both hands, and shook it up and down like sleepwalking.He looked at Cheng Jixue, and he could not restrain the bitter but harmless acid in his heart: "You are much... much stronger than I thought."

After letting go of his prejudices, Li Yimao felt that he hit it off more and more, and he didn't even realize that the third person came.

The third person is Mei Jinghan, who is considered to be the first batch of male group members in China—unfortunately, only the famous ones are called veterans, and those who are confused are called the outcasts of the times.He is definitely more worried than Li Yimao. After all, according to his agent's news, this time he is cooperating with a well-known assassin from Jiasheng, and the other is a related account that squeezed out Du Ze's resources.

As soon as Mei Jinghan came in, she was surprised to find that the assassin and the related household had a good conversation?Moreover, this relationship does not look like he has poor professional ability, but his posture between walking and stopping doesn't seem to be that of a boy group.

He also came over to say hello: "Are you a trainee of the company?"

Cheng Jixue bent the corners of his mouth, his eyebrows and eyes were smooth and stretched, but his eyes were gentle and reserved: "I sing Peking Opera."

Mei Jinghan sized him up with great interest: "Are you singing Bao Zheng or Zhuge Liang?"

"I'm singing Concubine Yang." Cheng Jixue said.

This time it was Mei Jinghan's turn to turn pale with shock: "You're lying, right?!"

Cheng Jixue cleared her throat, tapped her palm with her mobile phone, and said, "The ice wheel on the island is just turning, and I saw the jade rabbit, and the jade rabbit rose early again—"

A piece of "The Drunken Concubine" with a very positive taste, with a crisp and sweet voice, and a beautiful and melodious singing voice, just like falling jade balls pouring a silver vase, even laymen like the two of them can't help but praise it.

Seeing that Mei Jinghan also looked blank, Li Yimao finally found a delicate psychological balance: "Just before you came, we chatted about the song we were going to sing on stage."

"Do you have a direction?" Mei Jinghan was so happy that someone worried about it. Singing and dancing are really not his strong points. He debuted in the boy group in the past purely because his temperament and five senses were very in line with the aesthetics at that time. He was forced into troubled waters by his manager The value of the face is responsible.

"It's a national-style rap song written by myself." Li Yimao handed over the tablet in his hand, and Mei Jinghan asked after carefully reading it: "Do you want to focus on the opening point?"

"Yes, at first I was worried that the whole song would not have enough stamina," Li Yimao raised his hand and patted Cheng Jixue: "But now, we have him!"

"But this kind..." Mei Jinghan didn't know how to describe Cheng Jixue's singing for a while, and could only vaguely pass by: "Does it not match the artistic conception of the whole song?"

"I can play the role of an old student too," Cheng Jixue pointed to the libretto in the middle that was originally marked "opera tune" and the (harmony) note in the last section, "You can also leave this section to me."

Li Yimao was very moved, and the gap between hell and heaven is just the same. In just 10 minutes, he had completely forgotten Song Yi, who was farting wildly, and Du Ze, who was consoling with hypocrisy: "Then let's get acquainted with each other first? Wait for the piano teacher." Come and let's try it out!"

So when Zhang Chaohe and Cheng Xuelan came to the training room, what they saw was Li Yimao and Cheng Jixue chatting wildly, Mei Jinghan set up autistic practice in order to maintain the veteran of the men's team, and the three of them were happily waiting for the piano teacher together .

Cheng Xuelan pushed the door open, and the three looked up at the same time—Zhang Chaohe swore Cheng Jixue smiled at him!He stood under the bright light, his eyes were as clear as water waves, and he looked at Zhang Chaohe with a smile, so that he just suppressed the memory of the original owner's siege and interception. Seeing Cheng Jixue smiling so sincerely, he felt even more guilty, and took the initiative A nod counts as a greeting.

Neither Li Yimao nor Mei Jinghan had ever met the new Mr. Zhang. Cheng Jixue reminded them softly, and they immediately went to say hello to the boss: "Mr. Zhang."

Cheng Xuelan seldom shows up in public—even if she shows up, she is not seen by the newcomers, fourth-tier starlets, and old-timers. She looked around the three people with a smile on her face and asked: "First cooperation?"

Li Yimao felt baffled, but this elder sister looked shrewd and capable and was standing next to Mr. Zhang. She must be an important person. He briefly put away his thorns, and replied meekly: "Yes."

"I think you have a good chat, did you know each other before?"

"Unfamiliar." However, Li Yimao could not change his nature, and the tone of his answer was still sloppy.

Cheng Xuelan nodded: "Then you go ahead, I will accompany Mr. Zhang to watch for a while."

Mr. Zhang who has no right to speak: The rest chair in the training room is a long low wall against the wall, and a layer of fancy thick cushions is spread on it.Zhang Chaohe was dressed in a business black suit and the bear cushion really didn't look the same style, and the company's artists didn't dare to talk to him, so it was really awkward for him to sit there, so he just leaned back with his arms folded, watching them run in with a cold eye.

It is no exaggeration to say that he sat there with a cold face, and the room temperature dropped by at least three degrees. Li Yimao didn't dare to chat anymore, and Mei Jinghan became more autistic. Only Cheng Jixue understood his despair and talked to him softly: " Mr. Zhang, do you want to rate us on the day of the show?"

Li Yimao raised his ears.

"I don't give you grades, I only give grades to the trainees who participated in the training camp, and the evaluation standard is whether I am satisfied with their training results." Zhang Chaohe thinks this mechanism is quite good, after all, there is a special manager who is responsible for screening and training. It is relatively rare for the president to directly intervene in the artist's management to sign a newcomer with potential, so it is relatively fair and reasonable for the program group to weaken the vote of the airborne CEO.

Cheng Jixue joked: "Oh, I still want to ask Mr. Zhang to show mercy, but it seems that I have no chance."

Zhang Chaohe couldn't stand the embarrassment anymore, he was like a parent following a class reunion, it was too obtrusive, he was hesitating to find an excuse to leave first, when the door of the training room was pushed open again!

Mei Jinghan looked over hopefully, hoping that the piano teacher would come to rescue the common people and dissipate the tense atmosphere, but what appeared behind the door was Du Ze's smiling round face!He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a broad face. He appears to be kind and good-tempered. Du Ze first greeted Zhang Chaohe: "Is Mr. Zhang here too?"

"Brother Du?" Li Yimao asked in astonishment.

Du Ze waved his hand at him as a greeting, and glanced past Cheng Jixue without leaving any trace.He frowned indistinctly, then strode towards the woman with big strides, and smiled boldly as if meeting an old friend: "Isn't Cheng a busy man! Long time no see!"

"Long time no see, Manager Du." Cheng Xuelan stood up politely and shook hands with him.

"Why did Sister Cheng come to Jiasheng?" Du Ze asked knowingly.

Li Yimao's tongue tipped to her cheek - the woman with the surname Cheng who can make Du Ze so polite is probably the gold medal manager Cheng Xuelan.

In the early days, the two had constant friction because of tearing up resources for artists, and even had a few conflicts publicly. Now it is only a superficial peace after resource conflicts have been reduced due to different market orientations.Du Ze originally thought that Cheng Xuelan would politely bypass this topic, but Cheng Xuelan punched him hard: "Because Cheng Jixue is about to sign a contract with me, and my team will plan his acting career for him." !"

Cheng Jixue herself was unmoved, only raised her eyebrows slightly, but Li Yimao was startled and shouted: "Damn!"

Du Ze's face changed, as if he had swallowed Li Yimao alive: "Sister Cheng, does this mean you are going to join Jiasheng?"

Cheng Xuelan turned her head to look at Zhang Chaohe, who was eating melons and watching the show all the time, and said briskly: "Mr. Zhang won't be able to afford me and my team, right?"

Zhang Chaohe snorted noblely and coldly, and vividly played the arrogant and unruly president: "There is no corner that I, Zhang Chaohe, cannot dig!"

Cheng Xuelan patted the non-existent dust on her right hand—she just shook hands with Du Ze before reaching out to Zhang Chaohe: "Have a good cooperation?"

Du Ze: Fuck! !

The author says:

This paragraph of inspiration comes from myself. There was a group assignment where I was selected to cooperate with other students in the same department. Because the students who were not very familiar with the assignment were discredited by others, I thought the other party was really bad, so I considered my own efforts. result……