The president sent me to cheer

Xiao A is handsome enough to stand out on weekdays.

Now that she put on stage makeup, her facial features suddenly became a bit more refined, making her look so distracting.

The audience boiled like a mountain.

It is also unclear who is welcoming.

Standing in front of a noisy crowd, he bowed deeply to everyone together with his teammates.

When he raised his head again, a pair of beautiful eyes had already been bent down, showing a full smile, with a shimmering light, which suddenly hit people's hearts.

Their group performed first.

The PD and the members of the opponent group gradually retreated, leaving them in their respective positions on the stage.

The first round of performances were all classic covers and dances.

There are not many repertoires suitable for male groups in China, and some are picked from neighboring countries, almost all of which are intense dance music.

Tang Tou picked a relatively less intense song.

But there are a lot of wave movements in the dance, and there are certain requirements for the antiphonal part, which requires a high-pitched voice.

When Xiao A was in the prime of life, he only learned music theory and the correct method of vocalization.

Because the vocal music teacher values ​​his composition ability very much, so he spends more time teaching him how to understand songs and how to write songs in a more standardized way. In addition, his own voice has a strong penetrating power, and he does not need to rely on high pitch It can also be heard by multiple people, but it has not developed in the direction of treble.

Tang Tou's group had serious problems in selecting candidates.

In order to balance the positioning of the front and back groups, they chose all the vocals for singing. Tang Tou chose Xiao A at first, and then chose two companions from Qianqiu Entertainment, so that he missed the opportunity and finally had no more vocals to choose from.

There are six people in the team.

Four of them are rappers, and the remaining two focus on dancing. Although they can sing, they can't hit the high notes.

The two from Qianqiu Entertainment slightly blamed Tang Tou for his choice.

Xiao A didn't want to make it difficult for Tang Tou, so she volunteered to sing this passage.

The rest know they can't do it, and they don't want to make a fool of themselves.

Since Xiao A is willing, let him come.

Although this program is small, it still has opportunities for group development.

Many companies treat this place as a garbage dump, dumping players who have been training for many years but have no chance of debuting. Trainees like Qin Di are everywhere, accounting for a large proportion.

Some children who are not able to do it are excluded.

On the contrary, the rest are powerful people.

Although Tang Tou's group didn't have vocals, they sang quite steadily.

Qianqiu Entertainment's idol cake has long been bigger, and the teaching and training are more standardized than other companies. The other players sent out, although the training time is about one or two years, they all have a good look.

The song is pretty slow at first.

Gradually gets faster as you progress.

Little A didn't need to sing in the first half, and kept dancing along.

In just one week, he changed from pretending to be soft to being really soft. The strength of each movement is just right, neat and clean. Except for a little lack of skills, he can hardly be seen as a beginner.

If you take him out alone, it's still a little clumsy.

But fortunately, he is performing in a group now, as long as he is in harmony, there is basically no sense of disobedience, and he can also retain some energy so that he will not be too panting in the second half of the dance.

In the second half of the song, it was finally A's turn.

The accompaniment stopped suddenly, and then suddenly sounded with his singing.

His voice has always been clean and unique.

Although his skills were lacking and he seemed a little thin, he was struck down by his youthful voice.

It takes no effort to get past other people's voices.

Suddenly became the one that catches the ear the most.

His high-pitched voice was very light.

Unlike others who struggled to roar up, he almost just sang along the song, and then pulled up the high-pitched part, which was natural and comfortable, without the slightest sense of deliberate tearing.

He Jiu had long heard his vocal music teacher praise him for his wide vocal range.

But he didn't expect him to be able to sing so effortlessly. For a while, he forgot to call with the crowd, and opened his mouth slightly in amazement.

The other spectators around immediately became excited again.

Their cheers were too close, almost drowning the singing on the stage.

He Jiu thought this was already the limit of today's noise.

But I didn't expect that in the next second, several people on the stage suddenly stood in a queue, sang in chorus, and suddenly made a wave that was not in the original song.

The original song they sang is very erotic.

The rhythm of the chorus part is very suitable for wave. It may be for this reason that such an original piece was added during practice.

The essence of this wave is the twist.

They moved slowly and rhythmically, and under the close-fitting shirts, their tight waistlines could almost be seen.

Although Little A stands at the end, he can still be seen.

His waist was already a little thinner than ordinary people's. Because he was wearing a suit, the black shirt was pressed into his trousers, drawing out his slender waist. Under the seemingly inadvertent twisting, he expressed indescribable desire.

Screams that nearly pierced eardrums erupted from the audience area.

The little girls beside He Jiu were so excited that they hugged each other, screaming and jumping up and down, and they would almost die.

He Jiu tried his best to stabilize his quivering pupils.

Hastily lowering his eyes, he realized that he had forgotten to breathe for a long time, so he hurriedly stopped to take a few breaths.

The hot air around him made him uncomfortable.

He couldn't tell what mood he was in right now, he just felt extremely stuffy, and when the performance was over, he left his seat and went backstage.

The staff had no idea who he was and almost stopped him outside.

Fortunately, the producer happened to pass by, so he took him in and prepared an empty room for him to rest.

Because it is a confrontation match, after Little A and the others perform, they have to wait for the opponent team to perform again.

After everything is over, you can go back to the background to rest.

He Jiu stayed alone for a while, and finally felt better.

Hearing a joking noise in the aisle, he knew that they had come back from the performance, so he asked someone to call Xiao A over alone.

When Xiao A walked into the room, his breath hadn't calmed down yet.

And some tired panting.

He didn't know in advance that He Jiu would come, and he didn't know who wanted to call him out.

When he opened the door and saw He Jiu's face, his eyes lit up instantly with surprise.

Although watching from the audience, I felt that he did everything very lightly.

It was as if no effort had been spent.

But when he got closer and took a closer look, he found that his forehead and hair were already wet with sweat.

There were even tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.

He smiled and closed the door and walked over.

It seemed that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person relaxed a little, but his face was full of pride, like a child waiting for his family to praise him.

"How? Am I acting well?"

"...That's... just fine."

Somehow, He Jiu's eyes fell on his waist first.

But he ran away quickly.

His eyes were flustered, but his mouth was full of praise.

Just pretending to be serious.

"Is such a small improvement worth your boasting?"

"...I've been practicing for a long time."

Little A was a little aggrieved by what he said.

But she still leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned over and gave him a light hug.

"Did you miss me?"

His body was covered with sweat, almost seeping out of his shirt, it was inconvenient to really hug He Jiu.

It was just a symbolic hug, and it was about to let go immediately.

But just as he was about to let go, the man held his back.

Literally buried in his arms.

He Jiu was sitting.

Even if Xiao A bent down, his body was still taller than him.

His chin rests on his collarbone.

His voice was dull and hoarse, as if he had just woken up, but very calm and firm.

"I think you're going crazy."

"?"

For the first time, it was answered in the affirmative.

On the contrary, little A was a little uncomfortable, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Just turned to look at him.

I felt my waist was tightly bound by him, and my abdomen was almost pressed against his chest.

Little A put in a lot of effort to perform just now, and his whole body was bursting with steam.

Now the distance from the man's warm chest is only two thin sheets of cloth, and the temperature of the abdomen can be felt straight up in an instant, as hot as burning.

He hurriedly arched his back, trying to put some distance away.

But he didn't want the man in front of him to stand up suddenly, clasp the back of his head with one hand, and embrace him in his arms instead.

The boy in his arms was hot.

It exudes heat like a little sun, so warm on this winter night that people want to get close.

He could feel the rise and fall of his chest and stomach as he breathed.

It's not heavy, it's just very light and superficial, but it makes him notice his narrow waist.

Remember the way he twisted his waist just now.

He Jiudang grabbed his waist angrily.

Little A has rarely had physical contact with others since she was a child, and her waist is even more sensitive.

He flinched immediately, but he didn't want to be pinched even tighter.

He Jiu licked off the sweat dripping from his neck.

When the boy was trembling and trying to escape, he hugged him forcefully.

Jealousy has gradually eroded his sanity.

He can't let others covet him, not even a single bit.

In the young man's flustered whispers.

He bit his shoulder lightly, leaving a small mark on it.

And warned in a deep voice.

"If I see you cuddling with others again, I'll chop off their hands!"

Hearing this, the struggling teenager in his arms gradually fell silent.

It took a long time before I heard him speak.

It was an exclamation of joy.

"Oh my god, you rap well?!"

He Jiu:? ? ? ? ? ? ?

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I suddenly had a very devilish idea

Why don't you let Xiao A sing some... cross talk-like raps in the future? (what am I talking about...)

Thanks to the little angels who voted [Landmine]: one for one, one for lack of sleep and starvation;

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