I Heard You Like Me Too

The two judges on the side nodded, indicating that Little Bell could go down. Little Bell was relieved, looked around the crowd, and said calmly with a smile: "It's just a small reversal that you can't stand, just try it casually." It can screen out the difference between high and low, so when you say something, you will leave the way, otherwise you don’t know how to get slapped in the face.”

Xiao Lingdang's tone was very rampant, and there was another burst of boiling.

When the host came up to report the number, several people hesitated, but they still came on stage with their tails between their legs, and performed a few well-behaved performances, waiting to be confirmed, withdrawing, and the number of people who could stay after one round was pitiful.

Qin Zhan's number is later, so he naturally has more time to figure out his audition draft.

And the performance of Little Bell just now also gave him a revelation, why there are so many people interviewing, but the pass rate is so low, and why most of them quit, and very few are pending. The only little Bell who passed was because of acting skills or something , What does her audition draft look like...

These are all up for debate.

And the current problem is that the manuscript Qin Zhan has is really ordinary.

What he wants to play is an ordinary office worker, who is suppressed by work every day and wipes out all interest mentality, and spends the whole day with difficulty by paddling.

That manuscript was like a diary, there was no dialogue throughout the article, the most gestures were looking up, blinking eyes, and the most words were the last paragraph, he said to his boss.

"Many people are staring at my position, but this position has obliterated my joy in life. I thought about running away, but I am really a coward."

"There is a resignation letter hidden in my computer. I wrote it when I was young. At that time, I also had the urge to see the sea and the sky."

"But until I got sick, I went to the doctor by myself, got an IV drip, and when I saw the string of numbers on my bank card, I flinched. Life can't be fought, and I can't change it."

"When I was young, I felt that the outside world restrained me. When I grew up, I must break out of my own world. Until I grew up, I realized that I was the only one who bound me. The outside world can't affect anything, it's just my heart."

The broken light in Qin Zhan's eyes danced, and the moment he tapped his number, the broken light disappeared, as if he had fallen into the darkness, and sank to the bottom without even struggling.

I have heard of Qin Zhan's name for a long time, and I know that he is a hot topic recently, and I have seen some clips of him. Although the show has not been broadcast yet, the judges on both sides have a better impression of him than others.

Qin Zhan's eyes were still black and blue, and the moment he came up, he felt decadent and powerless all over his body.

The people in the audience also fell silent, half expecting and half watching a joke.

But Qin Zhan stopped on the steps leading up to the stage, hesitating endlessly, his thin lips moved, he raised his legs nervously, and retracted them in abandonment.

Such an embarrassing position surprised everyone.

At first, I thought he could perform some tricks, but I didn't expect that he is also an ordinary person in the end. When encountering such a situation, he will be nervous and afraid, and even run away.

There was gradually a sound of ridicule from below, and someone stopped it, guessing that this was just his performance.

Qin Zhan's throat tightened, as if there was a barrier in front of him, he couldn't take that step for some reason.

Obviously everything is ready, but the current thought is crazy, wanting to escape from here!

He even heard a voice shouting in his heart, don't go there!give up!

Time passed slowly, one second, two seconds, three seconds.

Every second passed, there were more voices below, questioning turned into ridicule, ridicule echoed sarcasm, and many eyes fell on him, like needles.

There seemed to be a door in front of him. If he pushed it open, it would be Schrödinger's, which cannot be confirmed, but if he escaped, he would be ridiculed at most.

The sound of his heartbeat was chaotic and noisy, his fingers curled up and loosened unconsciously, back and forth, his protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, sweat dripped down his forehead along the contours.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and made a decision between fleeing and moving on.