The CP of the strong group is the sweetest [Entertainment]

"Go, go..." Yuan Xiao begged Yao Jiarui.

Yuan Xiao has great experience in being rejected.

Yuan Xiao has long been used to Cheng Feng refusing to join the competition with CP, and being suppressed, refrigerated, and edited so close.

Speaking of... fried CP.

Except for the few days when the program group was still serious about business, during this time, both he and Cheng Feng were about to forget about it.

The relationship between me and Cheng Feng...is it just speculation about CP?

surely not.

Shaking his head, shaking off his messy thoughts, Yuan Xiao rushed over quickly and grabbed Yao Jiarui's wrist.

Dragging it outside, Yuan Xiao easily led Yao Jiarui out of the door.

It's not because of his strength, but when Yuan Xiao pulled Yao Jiarui, Cheng Feng walked up behind him and gave him a push.

"Go." Cheng Feng advised coldly.

Yao Jiarui was pushed and dragged through half of the corridor by these two people. Seeing that he couldn't escape, Cheng Feng turned his head and went to eat.

As soon as Cheng Feng left, Yao Jiarui forcefully exerted force on his heels, and was firmly fixed in place.

"...What's wrong?" Yuan Xiao asked.

"I'm not going." Yao Jiarui said, with a hint of anger in his eyes, "I've said it all, I'm not going."

"Why?" Yuan Xiao's eyes wrinkled up, his facial features twisted into a ball, "If I did something wrong, I will apologize to you right now."

Yuan Xiao: "But the most important thing so far...isn't it our work?"

Yuan Xiao spoke very earnestly, and was also stating the facts.

Now, even if there is a personal grievance, it should be put aside, because time is running out.

The work, the stage, and the upcoming competition, these are the most important.

But...but...

Yao Jiarui withdrew his wrist from Yuan Xiao's hand, looking like an Arctic iceberg in December.

"No matter what you say, I won't be moved by you." Yao Jiarui said, "I am not Song Qing, nor Lu Fangzhi, nor Cheng Feng. I am not someone who can change your mind with just a few words."

Yao Jiarui: "If I say I won't go, then I won't go."

Yuan Xiao: "What happened to you?!"

The corridor was empty during meal time, but Yuan Xiao lowered his voice and communicated with Yao Jiarui in an almost pleading tone.

Yuan Xiao: "I don't know what I did wrong, or... I can understand that you hate people like me."

"In this way, if you are really angry with me, then you don't want the song I wrote." Enduring the pain in his heart, Yuan Xiao discussed, "You write the song, can I write the lyrics for you?"

The battle between the two composers was nothing more than this, why could Yao Jiarui be angry?

Yuan Xiao tried his best to understand, but saw Yao Jiarui's face getting darker and darker.

Yao Jiarui was silent for a while, then turned his face to the side.

"Stop talking." Yao Jiarui said.

"Then or! Or!" Yuan Xiao said anxiously, "If you don't want to, I won't intervene? You write the song, and then arrange for me to sing, whatever you arrange, I can sing - that is, don't forget to ask Ask other players for their opinion."

After this incident, Yuan Xiao no longer dared to ignore the role of the team, even if he wrote a new song, he needed everyone to come together.

"I've said it all, don't say it!"

Yao Jiarui's voice suddenly became excited, and he looked at Yuan Xiao, his eyes were red.

Yuan Xiao was taken aback, and quickly asked, "You...what happened to you?"

Yao Jiarui did not answer, and there was another long silence.

The two faced each other in the deserted corridor, and the noise in the distance was as distant as a parallel universe.

At the end of the confrontation, Yao Jiarui was defeated, his hands hanging down at the hem of his trousers, tightly clenched into fists.

Yao Jiarui: "I don't know how to write songs."

Yuan Xiao couldn't believe it: "How could it be impossible to write songs?!"

Yao Jiarui is a well-polished artist, but he still prefers vocal.

Yuan Shi couldn't have trained him to compose music!

"Or, I can't write." Yao Jiarui panted heavily, "I couldn't write songs a long time ago."

Can't write a song...

Why is this again?

After saying this, Yao Jiarui seemed to have lost his strength, his shoulders were slumped, and he stood in front of Yuan Xiao dejectedly.

Yuan Xiao had never seen Yao Jiarui's expression like this before. After a few seconds of silence, Yuan Xiao grabbed Yao Jiarui's wrist again.

"Walk."

"Where are you taking me?!"

"Mr. Ye's place."

"I've already told you the reason why I don't want to go! You still want it!"

"It's because I know about you!" Yuan Xiao turned around, "I can't solve your problem, but Mr. Ye has been composing music for so many years, why haven't we encountered any difficulties? Why don't we ask him for help?"

"Are you a primary school student?! Ask the teacher if you have any questions?!"

Yao Jiarui's question overlapped with Yuan Xiao's sudden stop.

In front of them, the serious Ye Qifan was holding a lunch box, quietly looking at the two students who didn't know what was going on.

"what happened again?"

·

Taking the two of them to his own room at the base, Ye Qifan went out and put the uneaten lunch box into the refrigerator first.

Yuan Xiao took the opportunity to look at this lounge - no wonder the winners don't live in the hotel, this place is simply too complete, okay?

The room Ye Qifan lives in is not very big, but it has all internal organs.

The program team even built a soundproof room for him in the bedroom. Basic music such as piano and guitar are played in the soundproof room, which is almost comparable to a small music studio.

No matter how comfortable the hotel is, it can't compare to being able to play music when you come here.

The contract signed by the winners and the program team is definitely not to stay here all day long, but the program team uses these benefits to extend the working hours in disguise.

If only I could have a bedroom like this in the future...

Yuan Xiao was amazed for a while, and before he finished sighing, Ye Qifan came in with two bottles of mineral water and gave each of the two children a bottle.

Ye Qifan: "So, what did you ask me for?"

Yuan Xiao's bottle cap was half unscrewed, and when he heard this question, he quickly and carefully went to see Yao Jiarui.

Yao Jiarui lowered his head, looked at the mineral water on his lap, after a while, he finally spoke.

He told Ye Qifan his question lightly, but it didn't prevent Ye Qifan from grasping the key points.

"The rough stone puts too much pressure on you." Ye Qifan said after listening, "Although there must be growth under heavy pressure, there must be a limit."

Ye Qifan understood the situation outside, Yuan Xiao and Cheng Feng's popularity soared, and with the two victories, Yuan Shi was already jumping with anger.

After getting angry, he would definitely tell his artistes again, telling them what to do, so the pressure accumulated.

What's more... the pressure doesn't just start from now.

"I have communicated with the people in your vocal department a long time ago. If you are so forced, you will have problems sooner or later." Ye Qifan frowned.

Yao Jiarui and Yuan Xiao did not speak.

Ye Qifan: "But you have to understand one question - what exactly is music."

...What exactly is music?

Not only Yao Jiarui didn't know the answer to this question, Yuan Xiao didn't know the answer either.

"Music, in the final analysis, is just a means, what it wants to express is your heart." Ye Qifan said slowly, "Do you understand?"

"It's the heart, not the popularity, not the market." Ye Qifan raised his hand and tapped his index finger on the heart, "It's what's inside you."

The ability to create is restricted by external pressure, if the market does not accept it, do not write, and if the popularity cannot be high, do not write.

But in the final analysis, isn't it just because I like it when I pick up a pen and want to write music?

Yuan Xiao seemed to understand something, Yao Jiarui lowered his head again.

Ye Qifan didn't intend to hold on to this question, so he took Yuan Xiao's composition and read it, and when he looked through it, the melody was in his heart.

"It's pretty good." Ye Qifan said, "But, this isn't your own work, is it?"

"It's a team together." Yuan Xiao replied.

"It's very good, but your technique is still very tender in a few places, I'll correct it with you." Ye Qifan paused, took a pen, and asked the two of them to look at it.

After a while, Ye Qifan said, "We'll talk about other things later."

... something else?

Yuan Xiao didn't understand, Ye Qifan had already begun to sketch with a pen, and the lavender ink appeared on the paper, Ye Qifan was very serious.

"For example, here, is there really no better way to express the meaning of this melody?"

·

Cheng Feng: "They won't be here tonight."

After eating, the five people who didn't look for Ye Qifan returned to the silent practice room. After facing each other in a daze for a long time, Cheng Feng went out to look for it, and when he came back, he threw out such a puzzling sentence if.

"Why don't you come here?" Song Qing asked boldly.

Yes, dare to ask.

For the vast majority of trainees, Cheng Feng is like a distant myth, very cold and full of arrogance.

But his arrogance comes from his strength, and his arrogance is well-founded and convincing.

When everyone faced the convincing Cheng Feng, everyone trembled.

"I'm going to make arrangements tonight, and teacher Ye Qifan will personally guide me."

Briefly report the situation, Cheng Feng has lived up to his cold and arrogant personality.

The three weaker trainees looked at each other in blank dismay. Only Lu Fangzhi heard these words and called out strangely:

"Huh? Are you not coming back tonight? What are you doing?"

Yes, what are you doing then?

Everyone agreed with Lu Fangzhi in their hearts.

The captain isn't here, the song hasn't come out, and there's no way to practice the dance, but is it going to be like this tonight?

The sound of singing and dancing from next door came, but in the quiet practice room, no one dared, or was willing to speak.

The cold and arrogant Cheng Feng stood in front of the huge mirror, his expression as cold as ever.

You can see his expression from the mirror, no one knows what he is thinking.

Was he thinking about Lu Fangzhi's question just now?Or... maybe, Cheng Feng is not happy?

Thinking of this, Song Qing and the three exchanged a look, and they all read the same meaning from each other's eyes.

Cheng Feng is unhappy?Why?what to do?Why is Yuan Xiao not here?

The air in the practice room became very delicate. Lu Fangzhi waited for a long time but couldn't wait for someone's reply. Just as he was about to explode, he saw Cheng Feng raised his foot and walked towards the three people sitting in a group.

Lu Fangzhi: "..."

The three who were still exchanging glances just now were almost scared to death.

Cheng Feng's footsteps seemed to be faintly black, like Shura who had just walked from hell.

what's going on? ? ?

Why are you coming at us? ? ?

Yuan Xiao help? !

Is it too late to escape now? ? ?

Countless bullet screens flashed in the hearts of several people, but the real world was only for a moment. Cheng Feng walked in front of them, his eyes drooped, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Lu Fangzhi: "Hey, I said—"

Cheng Feng: "I'm sorry."

Lu Fengzhi's "good words to persuade each other" collided with Cheng Feng's words, the former's eyes widened inexplicably, exactly the same as the three people huddled together on the floor.

Three people: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay... Well, what did you say?"

"I'm sorry." Cheng Feng put his palms on the ground, sat down with his knees bent, and looked at the three of them seriously, "I'm sorry, the dance a few days ago... I didn't consider your feelings."

"..."

"Some movements are really difficult, and they can't be learned immediately." Cheng Feng said, "Can... let me know your level again, and listen to your opinions before reconsidering the movements."

Lu Fangzhi: "..."

Lu Fangzhi was able to hear Cheng Feng's words clearly, and it was precisely because they were so clear that he felt even more ashamed.

A few days ago, I even came up with a moth that chooses one of the two. Looking at it this way, I can compete with Cheng Feng immediately!

But now... the important thing seems to be no longer winning or losing.

"It's not... Cheng Feng, are you Cheng Feng?" In the end, Lu Fangzhi was defeated by his own curiosity.

"I'm Cheng Feng."

"That's not what I mean. What I mean is...how did you suddenly reach such a high level?"

……

Cheng Feng did not answer this question.

His realm is not very high, and he is not completely selfless here, it is really not just a sudden empathy.

Rather... After hearing what Yuan Xiao said outside the rooftop at noon, he also wanted to do his part for the team.

But... there is really hope that this team will get better.

Is it possible for a person to be completely selfless?

Isn't it in the process of being selfish to someone that a person learns to love the world?

"Forget it, forget it, it's unnecessary to ask you, I can't make a fart..." Lu Fangzhi curled his lips and walked over, "I'll help you too."

Cheng Feng looked at Lu Fangzhi and didn't speak.

"What do you think I'm doing? Compared with a genius like you who doesn't know the sufferings of the world, am I the one who really went from having no talent to being a good dancer? Of course, I feel more empathy for them."

Cheng Feng and Lu Fangzhi, although the sum of the two people's communication is not as good as one-tenth of Yuan Xiao.

But taking advantage of Cheng Feng's despicable prestige, they still managed their own business under the banner of a tiger's skin.

First, through a few dance quizzes to see the specific situation of the three people, and then focus on the assessment of some movements, and finally, everyone worked out a training plan together.

·

"That's about it." Ye Qifan left from the music software, and reached out to Yuanxiao, "Bring the USB flash drive."

Taking out the USB flash drive that he announced to throw away, Yuan Xiao handed it to Ye Qifan, obediently waiting for him to copy the demo that he and Yao Jiarui worked together tonight.

It was close to eleven o'clock at night, and the corridor at night became quieter. Yuan Xiao closed the doorknob, but did not leave in a hurry.

He stopped Yao Jiarui.

"Yao Jiarui, have you watched "Swordsman"?"

"……what?"

"You know Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng, right?" Yuan Xiao said, "It's fun to make friends through music, isn't it?"

Yao Jiarui didn't understand what Yuan Xiao meant, so he could only look at him.

"What I mean is...if you still have any difficulties in the future and others don't understand you, you can tell me, the vocalist." Yuan Xiao laughed, "If we can debut together, we will be teammates for a long time Well, we two vocals work hard to become close friends."

Then, the pressure can be shared, and you don't have to carry it by yourself.

Yao Jiarui lowered his eyes, as if thinking of something funny, he couldn't help but smile.

"Communication between vocals?" Yao Jiarui asked.

"Yes."

"Swordsman, Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng?"

"yes……?"

"Are you sure Cheng Feng won't have any objections?"

After all, Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng are close friends in The Swordsman, but Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying are not.

Yuan Xiao was at a loss and asked, "Ah? Cheng Feng? Does he have an opinion? What opinion?"

"I don't know what to say." Yao Jiarui turned around and left without saying anything.

Although Yuan Xiao extended an olive branch, the two have not become true "close friends" after all, so it is not easy to ask.

Walking all the way to the practice room, Yuan Xiao gently opened the door, ready to get something, and then went to find Cheng Feng.

At this point in time, everyone should have dispersed and went back to rest.

However, this is not the case.

The opened door was brightly lit, Cheng Feng and Lu Fangzhi stood in front, and the other three stood behind, sweating to a piece of music.

Cheng Feng saw Yuan Xiao, but he waited for the music to end before running over.

"Back?" Cheng Feng lowered his head and asked.

"I'm back." Yuan Xiao responded with a smile, and raised the USB flash drive in his hand, "Who wants to listen to the freshly released music?"

·

Time flies, listening to the demo, re-choreographing, and rehearsing, everyone can't wait for 48 hours a day.

Later, I don’t know which friend came up with a good idea. I took the down jacket to the practice room, spread it on the floor, and fell asleep overnight.

I practice when I wake up, and sleep directly in the practice room when I am tired. A few days pass by in a hurry.

"Get up, the sun's on your ass. Get up, the sun's on your ass."

Rolling calmly in the down jacket, Yuan Xiao turned over, opened his eyes, and faced Cheng Feng's flawless handsome face.

The heart skipped a beat, Yuan Xiao hurriedly backed away, and the moment his fingers touched the phone, Cheng Feng slowly opened his sleepy eyes.

Scratching off the alarm clock in a hurry, Yuan Xiaogang was about to make amends with Cheng Feng, when he happened to glance at the phone's desktop, and quickly sat up with sit-ups.

Cell phone time, March [-]th.

The day after the Waking of Insects.

The third performance, shooting time.

The author has something to say: Cheng Feng learned to love Yuan Xiao first, and then he learned to love the world.

But his favorite is Yuan Xiao.