<Idol Cultivation Story> is a male idol competition and development category online drama created by the Juicy Peach platform this year.From the beginning of the program's recruitment of players, the slogan of "creating the most authentic idol" was launched.The 100 contestants who have passed the preliminary selection will undergo a five-month fully enclosed training and competition. After 4 elimination rounds, the top five will be selected and debut in the form of a combination.

At the same time, the Juicy Peach platform will conduct a 24-hour live broadcast of the training life and training of the players within five months. Real-time voting is available under the live broadcast window. It is a real game where the audience decides whether to stay or not.

Before the recording started, Ling Mu was practicing the dance of the premiere in front of the mirror in the independent lounge arranged by the program group with headphones on, when the mobile phone placed aside rang.Ling Mu took out a piece of paper and wiped the sweat that oozed from his forehead, and was a little surprised when he picked up the phone, shouldn't he be filming at this point.

He picked up the phone and lowered his voice: "Hello."

Yan Qiujing's voice was also very low, obviously it was not convenient for him to speak: "Have you started recording?"

"Not yet, I'm in the lounge. But," Ling Mu subconsciously glanced at the camera that was turned on in the corner of the lounge: "It should be in the video."

Yan Qiujing responded, and his voice became softer: "Oh. I'm fine, I just feel like I won't see you for a long time, and I really want to talk to you for a while."

"It may not be long, maybe I will go back in the first round..."

"No," Yan Qiujing laughed softly, "You have the strength to go to the end, I believe in you."

Ling Mu's heart warmed, he pursed his lips and nodded, and after nodding, he realized that he couldn't see it, and said "hmm" again: "...I will try my best."

"Come on, baby." After Yan Qiujing finished speaking, he couldn't help sighing again: "I'm going to go home at the end of the month and start guarding the vacant room alone. Hey, I miss you so I can only go to the live broadcast room to brush a sports car for you."

Ling Mu corrected, "It's a live broadcast on the video platform."

Yan Qiujing sounded even more frustrated: "Okay, I can't even brush Lamboniki. However," he laughed again: "I will vote for you every day!"

"Yeah." Ling Mu's brows and eyes were stained with a smile, and said: "Then I will wait for you to send me out."

Yan Qiujing is a typical person who can climb a pole when given a stick. He said with a joke: "Then you have to please me. Why don't you call your husband first?"

"..."

"Hey, forget it." Yan Qiujing hurriedly said again: "Don't be recorded by the camera."

Ling Mu was about to speak, when the door of the lounge was pushed open from the outside, and a female choreographer walked in and said to him: "The recording has started, you should prepare first. Someone will notify you when you arrive later."

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but there was no tension on his face.He nodded to the female director and said, "Thank you."

Yan Qiujing also heard the voice here, and said, "Then I'll hang up first?"

The beating of Ling Mu's heart almost overwhelmed Yan Qiujing's voice, and he paused for a long time before responding, "Yes."

"Don't be nervous." Yan Qiujing comforted softly: "You are so good, everyone will see it soon."

Ling Mu murmured: "Is it possible?"

"It will." The voice in the ear reveals extremely firm.

As soon as Yan Qiujing hung up the phone, he hurried over to bow and apologize to the staff who suspended the filming because of his personal affairs, and immediately returned to the intense filming task.

Ling Mu waited in the lounge for a long time, afraid of sweating, he didn't dare to continue dancing, so he sat on the sofa quietly waiting for the recording to start.His hands were clasped empty, and the palms were moist.For no reason, he thought of Yan Qiujing's calm appearance when he stood at the awards ceremony and accepted the gazes from the audience.

I don't know if Yan Qiujing was as nervous as him when he stood in front of everyone for the first time.

There was no watch in the lounge, so I didn't know how long the time had passed. Ling Mu only felt that his back was a little sore, and his violent heartbeat gradually returned to normal frequency with the passage of time bit by bit.

As soon as he stood up and wanted to move, the door was pushed open.The man with the work card flipped through the registration book in his hand and asked, "Is it Ling Mu?"

Ling Mu nodded and said, "Yes."

"Come here, it's your turn." The man explained the process to Ling Mu as he walked, "Because everyone else came in a group, in order to save time, there will be a solo player coming in from the other side passage. The two choose the seat number together. It is best for the two to interact briefly, otherwise the post-editing may be awkward."

"Yeah." Ling Mu followed him to the aisle on the side of the recording stage, and a few staff members put on the microphone for him swiftly.When the director gestured ok to him, he took a deep breath and walked in.

Ling Mu walks unnaturally in the short passage of tens of meters, because every few meters, a camera will be pointed at him.

Within 2 minutes of his walking, the bright spotlights on the stage could already be seen from the passage ahead, and Ling Mu walked over quickly.

When he got there, he realized that there was already a boy standing at the entrance of the passage. It seemed that he should be another player who came alone that the staff told him just now.The boy was concentrating on looking at the remaining seats on the stage, and probably didn't notice him, because Ling Mu saw him walking straight up from the front of the stage as soon as he came out.

Ling Mu followed his footsteps and looked over, only to notice that the seats with numbers written on the stage were already filled, and only... He watched the boy stride up to the top of the pyramid-shaped seats, and at the last The empty No. 1 seat above sat down without hesitation.

There was an uproar.

Multiple cameras were all aimed at the boy who was in the most eye-catching position with a wanton smile.

Ling Mu didn't look in his direction anymore, but scanned around the seat.He stood on the stage without embarrassment and searched for a long time before he found that another vacant seat was in the corner near the far side of the stage.

A seat 100 who even shrugs off the dazzling lights of the recording site, is deserted, and Ling Mu even doubts that sitting there will be out of the frame.

He clenched his knuckles white without any trace, and walked a few steps over to sit down.

As he sat down, the video clip carefully produced by the program team began to play on the big screen, announcing that 100 contestants were in place, and the "Idol Cultivation" program officially started.After the short film, several mentors walked out from behind the stage.Ling Mu looked at the surprised contestants behind him, but he couldn't react exaggeratedly in the end.

No one in the corner would notice.

Ling Mu thought to himself, if he was photographed, he would be scolded for being out of group again.

He hadn't paid much attention to the trends in the entertainment industry. Later, because of Yan Qiujing, he started to occasionally watch news about film and television.Even when he was signed, he always thought that he would develop in the direction of an actor in the future, and he never had the opportunity and interest to learn about the Chinese music scene.Therefore, Ling Mu only felt familiar with the star mentors on the stage, and didn't know the rest.

He listened to the visibly excited whispers of the small groups next to him, and once again felt that he seemed out of place with this scene.

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