The Best Actor and the Non-Captive Canary

The stage was pitch black, with only the countdown numbers slowly flowing on the large screen in the background.

The originally noisy auditorium quieted down at some point, and Qi Qi looked at the numbers on the screen with bated breath:

【3--】

【2--】

【1--】

Then, the dancing numbers on the big screen also dimmed.

As soon as the familiar music came out, the audience boiled instantly, and clusters of brilliant lights suddenly lit up on the dim stage.As the flickering frequency of the light gradually decreases and fades away, it is replaced by brighter and brighter lights.The center of the stage, which was carefully designed in the shape of an inverted triangle, was slowly lit up. Fifteen teenagers in uniform stood in the center and danced to the theme song under the interlaced spotlights.

The long-awaited debut stage officially kicked off.

The screens on both sides of the stage silently show the growth of the contestants on the stage in the past five months. The young and immature teenagers have changed from being cautious and flustered when facing the stage at the beginning to now standing in the most eye-catching position on the stage to sing and dance with ease. , This sense of cultivation that every audience can personally experience is the core content of this program.

During the second chorus, the entire stage suddenly lit up, and the scene in front of me suddenly returned to more than four months ago—the contestants who had left quietly appeared on the periphery of the triangular stage and danced with the fifteen teenagers in the center. The screen captures the confident appearance of teenagers blooming on the stage...

The boy on the stage smiled brightly, and the audience in the audience cried together.

Yan Qiujing in the dark looked at Ling Mu, who was startled by the sound of the salute of ribbons suddenly sprayed from the side of the stage, and almost lost his pace, and couldn't stop laughing for a long while, until the director urged him twice in the earphones, "The host is ready to go on stage." Only then did he suppress his smile, quickly checked his attire and hand cards, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong, he walked towards the stage side by side with Fang Lin, who was wearing an evening dress.

After the opening performance, the contestants retreated to both sides of the stage and stood facing the audience, waiting for the host to appear. The audience cheered one after another, shouting the names of the pick contestants.

A girl near the stage held up a blue light sign and shouted at Ling Mu: "Come on, Ling Mu—!"

He smiled at the girl and nodded, raising his hand in a silent gesture.

The screen behind the stage slowly separated to the two sides, and as soon as the two figures appeared, the audience in the audience let out a burst of exclamation.

"Welcome to the live broadcast of <Idol Cultivation Story>'s debut stage. Hello everyone, I am Fang Lin, the representative of the national producer. The one standing next to me, I think everyone is very familiar with it."

"Hello, everyone," Yan Qiujing glanced towards the side of the stage from the corner of his eye. Ling Mu, who was facing the audience, straightened his back suddenly. He sighed inwardly, and continued facing the camera: "I am the witness of the debut boy group tonight. People, actor Yan Qiujing."

Yuan Lai leaned over and lightly poked Ling Mu who was next to him with his elbow, wondering, "Yan Qiujing is here? Why didn't I hear you?"

Ling Mu hadn't spoken yet, but first caused a commotion in the audience.

Seeing Ling Mu's livid face, Yuan Lai immediately understood: "Oh - you just found out, right?"

Ling Mu still kept a cold face and didn't answer, when Yuan Lai wanted to say something again, Ling Mu's glance stopped him.

"All contestants, please return to your positions and prepare to say hello to the national producer."

Yan Qiujing's voice came over, and Yuan Lai couldn't help complaining before retreating to his position: "You man is so narrow-minded."

Ling Mu couldn't help but turned his head and glanced towards the middle of the stage, unexpectedly meeting Yan Qiujing's gaze.

He indifferently turned his gaze back from Yan Qiujing's concerned and flattering face.

Yan Qiujing looked at the back of his head and thought: My darling's new hair color is so pretty.

After the group bowed to the audience, the show officially started, and the voting rules began to be played on the big screen, and the contestants stepped off the stage to change their costumes and prepare for the next debut stage performance.

Ling Mu brushed past Yan Qiujing, ignored his hesitant expression, and walked straight to the locker room.Ling Mu deliberately put aside the messy thoughts in his head for a while, he had to change his clothes and look quickly, and their group had to go on stage first.

Adjusting his emotions while changing clothes, he must use the most focused state to complete this beautiful ending.

But the brain still couldn't help replaying the figure of Yan Qiujing standing in front of him.

The back is so straight, does it hurt?

Will standing for so long affect recovery?

...Didn't you promise to be obedient?

There were a lot of people in the backstage, and the staff was hurriedly told to leave when they just handed the headset to Ling Mu.Ling Mu, who was surrounded by people coming and going, was afraid that he would get in the way, so he stood in the corner, lowered his head, put the headset on, and was pulling the headset cord to stuff it into his clothes when he saw a figure walking towards him out of the corner of his eye.

Ling Mu subconsciously took a step back, but was stopped by the man.Yan Qiujing took the headset cable from his hand, raised his arm, and stretched his warm palm against his neck from the back collar.Ling Mu was startled and quickly raised his hand to block it, but Yan Qiujing's other hand had already quickly pinned the radio device on the other end of the headset cable to his waistband from his waist.

Yan Qiujing's head moved very close, and all the warmth from his breath sprayed on Ling Mu's ears, Ling Mu almost felt that his lips were lightly attached to his ears.

Yan Qiujing said softly, "Come on baby."

After he finished speaking, he withdrew quickly, and before Ling Mu could react, he raised his hand and rubbed his thumb on his cheek before turning and leaving towards the side of the stage.

Ling Mu raised his eyes and glanced around, seeing that everyone was busy with their own business and no one was paying attention, his heart sank in mid-air.

He looked at the darkness on the side of the stage, and raised his hand to gently touch the place where Yan Qiujing had rubbed his face.

There is a small piece of tape on the microphone line on the lip to prevent the headset from slipping off.

The big screen on the stage slowly separated from the two sides again, and the slender and tall figures of seven teenagers appeared in the smog.

The boy in the middle is wearing a silk shirt with a shallow opening, and a small section of his slender wrist is exposed under the slightly rolled up cuffs. His light golden hair shines with dazzling luster under the interlaced light and shadow, and the bracelet on his wrist is glowing coldly. Reflect each other.

When the music started, the boy raised his eyes and looked towards the center of the stage. Under everyone's gaze, he stood on tiptoe and volleyed in the air, and landed lightly and steadily in the middle of the stage with a somersault. Amidst the screams, they began their long-prepared closing stage.

Yan Qiujing stood on the side of the stage with a focused expression and followed the dazzling young man on the stage with deep eyes.

The boy caught his gaze many times during the dance of turning around, but they all quickly drifted away.

Yan Qiujing looked at him with folded arms, thinking: Doesn't seem to be as angry as imagined?

After stepping off the stage, Ling Mu went back to Hu Saijian to take the paper from the selection manager, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked up at the big screen in front of him, which was broadcasting the final live in real time.His hand that wiped sweat stopped, and the fine wounds on Yan Qiujing's right hand holding Mai were clearly visible on the high-definition screen...

Ling Mu stared at his hand for a long while, then slowly stretched out his left hand to hold his right hand and rubbed it hard.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the female director who rushed in hurriedly saw that he was still sitting alone in Hu Sai's room in a daze, and hurriedly urged: "Ling Mu, why are you still here? Hurry up and change your clothes and go on stage!"

Ling Mu got up and walked towards the locker room absent-mindedly.

In the last performance, [-] contestants sang a lyrical song together. It was prepared to thank the fans who supported them for so long, and it was also the last tearjerker before the ranking was released.

While waiting in the waiting room at the side of the stage, Ling Mu's gaze involuntarily focused on Yan Qiujing's hands on the stage. He stared at the hands that sometimes turned the microphone and sometimes flipped the script, and subconsciously grasped his overlapping hands more and more. tight.

Li Yangxu on the side accidentally saw his clenched hands when he lowered his head, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Ling Mu pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Hand, it hurts a bit."

"What's going on? Is it painful?" Li Yangxu looked nervous, and asked him: "We will be ranked later, can you hold on for a while?"

Ling Mu looked at the figures on the stage, and said inaudibly, "Can he?"

"What?" Li Yangxu didn't hear clearly, and looked at his ugly face and hurriedly turned around: "Does it hurt a lot? I'll go find the staff..."

"It's okay," Ling Mu grabbed him and repeated, "I'm okay."