[Idol trainee] please pick me up

For the second performance, the venue where thousands of people gathered was extremely crowded, and the teenagers backstage were making final adjustments before going on stage.

"This is Pu Yuzhen's trainee who is going to pretend to be tender again with his younger brothers today, come to say hello to everyone." When Bu Fan approached him with a hand-held camera, Pu Yuzhen was still struggling with today's large-diameter color contact lenses It brought discomfort to the eyes, while Jing Peiyao was opening his eyes and carefully dripping eye drops for him.

So Pu Yuzhen waved his hands at the camera in a kind manner, with a smile on his face, but the eye drops fell from the corners of his eyes like tears.

"I got used to it after wearing it a few times, and I didn't wear it wrong." Jing Peiyao took back her cool eye drops, and Pu Yuzhen felt as if her eyes had learned to breathe after the illusion that her eyes were almost blind once.

In the blink of an eye, even the eyelashes seem to be able to bring the wind.

It's nice to blink frequently.

Park Yuzhen's oversized shirt is a very light mint blue, which neutralizes his own unnatural whiteness - it is easy to think of him as a sea salt lemon flavored popsicle, the ice shell has a surprising amount of crushed ice and Occasional Q-bomb coconuts.

This person can still look like a teenager with a little dressing up - Bu Fan was amazed.

Especially when he kept blinking at the camera with red and moist eye sockets.

No wonder someone later confessed in a fan letter, "When I see you, I want to eat popsicles."

"Are you nervous?" Li Junyi appeared wrapped in a calm and distant blue - he obviously belonged to the parent group, and Pu Yuzhen, who was dressed in extremely youthful clothes today, unexpectedly had a xxj-like temperament by comparison.

"A little bit." Rather than worrying about the stage waiting for him, he was more concerned about his hairstyle that looked like Sailor Moon today.

"Don't make it too messy, this hairstyle is just like this." Jing Peiyao helped him grab it twice helplessly.

Well, this time we must let everyone see them differently.

Even if it's vocal, even if you're assigned to the rap group, you have to work hard to shine.

Please, National Producers.

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"Ifsomebodyloveme is content,

Don't worry, it's okay I'm fine.

Don't bother too much, you don't need to regret it in the future..."

In the extremely catchy beat of the vocal group, the performance of the comfortable group began.

On the screen is the bottom of the water, under different shades of blue, teenagers dressed in various blues are sitting on stools scattered on the stage,

"Whether the Creator sees a farce;

And we are just entertainment props in their hands;

(Even so) I still have to go along with the script

Mysoulismelting"

Like a butterfly stuck to a spider's web, the boy mocked and struggled in the icy beam of light, but he was still unable to escape from this narrow cage.

He looked down at his hand, observing exactly—like it was actually starting to dissolve.

It really broke Nuna's heart.

"Will the blood, sweat and tears pay off?"

"not necessarily."

"Will there be a reply to the love letter you sent?"

"Not necessarily."

"Are you not even willing to perfunctory what your lord says?"

"I don't want to lie."

The lyrics are like a conversation between a child and his elder brothers and elders, and the expressions of the few people are relaxed, warm and playful like a Japanese morning drama.

However, the audience below gave a different reaction-continuous screaming.

No need to listen carefully, everyone can clearly hear that, except for the beat at the beginning, the whole song has been reorganized on a large scale. Rather than refilling the lyrics, their song should probably be called a re-arrangement.

This is what the teenagers can show in three days, their ultimate talent.

Regardless of the outcome, they deserve thunderous applause at the moment.

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Two days ago during the teacher assessment time, Li Shuoxun fell into a long silence after watching their performance.

"This kind of complete re-creation of the original song, did you plan it from the beginning?"

"Hey, I didn't originally. Although we have three vocalists in this group, we still want the producers to see us rap, so we didn't want to use it to escape."

I just wanted to show my full talents to the national producer before leaving the stage - and then I was eliminated without any regrets, admitting that I was not good enough, and I can't blame anyone for the current result.

After a long silence and silence, Cheetach finally picked up the microphone.

"well done."

she says.

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"I'm tired of having unaccompanied dinners, I've seen enough of the turmoil in the world, I don't know where I came from, and I can't see the way back."

Fan Chengcheng continued to sing rap decadently, he already had a world-weary face, and when he made this expression, he had a kind of rebelliousness unique to teenagers.

However, at this time, the style of painting was uncharacteristically changed——

"If you're tired, you might as well make a phone call; if you're sad, you might as well eat hot pot and indulge yourself.

Anxious about unfamiliar streets, a little afraid of the gaps between tall buildings.

It's okay, you don't have to be patient anymore. "

The chorus part came, and the voices of the three vocals blended together in a layered sense.

"Cry if you want to cry, smile and hug when parting;

Cheese in army hot pot, jam on sliced ​​toast;

Eating a cold set meal together will make you smile happily.”

There is no wild treble, no special show off, just a plain and well-behaved song even the lyrics.

But why can't the tears stop.

Pu Yuzhen walked to the edge of the stage, bent down and reached out to shake the hand that a girl who was already crying badly stretched out to him.

His fingers were slender, but his palm was not thin, and he could wrap the girl's entire hand in it.

"Goals that are difficult to reach alone can be reached by holding hands."

He unconsciously put on a lazy nasal voice in order to lower his voice which was slightly higher than others, and sang to the girls in the audience with a slight smile, his eyes wearing exaggerated colored contact lenses were as quiet as deep pools.

"The reality may be like this, and it will only be like this, but do you want to surrender here?"

"I can not do it."

"But throw in the towel here?"

"impossible."

The rap that seems to be a conversation between the few people reappeared.

The boy sitting on the chair and the boy standing by the audience looked at each other across the entire stage. Fan Chengcheng's eyes were full of firmness, while Pu Yuzhen's eyes were full of gentle smile.

This doesn't seem to be lyrics, but just an ordinary dialogue between teenagers.

"In the future I'm looking forward to, you must be smiling."

The lyrics float up and finally burst with the bubbles in the water. This is a boy's dream.

"If all this is the arrangement of the creator, please add stories and coffee to my world."

Park Yuzhen finally sang.

This is a song that is gentler than any rap.

It's like a beam of warm sun shining on the body in winter, making people feel an inexplicable urge to cry.

"Write such lyrics, are you a morning drama heroine with a simple brain and nothing but blood?"

The boy who had laughed at him like that raised his lips.

The author has something to say:

I want to be a gentle person who can bring warmth to everyone instead of always complaining in front of the camera or constantly complaining about the difficulty of life and the unfairness of the society. Maybe the lyrics want to convey such a message

It’s a very strange feeling, as if I’m not “creating” anything, I’m just trying to describe a story of a person I met in a certain time and space with childish writing, writing is really amazing

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I really don't have time for the lyrics, let's just treat it as a Korean translation. 233 Lyrics without soul

Next time, I will try to write lyrics that can be easily sung along with the original song. I will finish it here and fix it!

reference:

Re: CREATORS

Fighting the Monster Named Reality (Yu Takahashi)

Share, Weare (Ito Lyric Taro)

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I had a strange dream yesterday, just listening to friends (Marshmello, Anne-Marie) dreamed of a colorful MV

So do you want to see the blackening of teenagers? (cover your face)

The key words in yesterday’s dream were Ophelia by the water (water) arson (fire) and mirror (soil) are really neat and tidy...

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Is it because I am fixing the typos of other chapters? The relatives who have saved the article will also show updates... I am sorry to disturb you.

But if I don't catch bugs, I'll feel bad OTZ

How about I set the correcting time in a concentrated time period, and don’t need to click in when I see my article updated during this time period?

Ah, I am really OTZ as a new village net person

In the past few days, I have slept for [-] hours in the three days of the final exam. Although the update is still maintained, the quality is a bit hard to describe.

And... woo woo woo, I really want to comment, either I lost my favorite or no one cares, my glass heart is broken hhh

The test is average today, the scholarship may be far away from me, I will take the last subject tomorrow

I will go to study after posting this update. There is no guarantee that there will be an update tomorrow, because I want to eat the newly opened Japanese food.

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