The Idol Group and the Crown

The plane test was done early the next morning. Huo Jian was sweaty after dancing, and the shower head failed again when taking a shower, almost delaying time.

But when he trotting to the dressing room, there were already three or four waiting places outside the door.

"It's still early, and the people we invite are all good people, and there are relatively few people." Aya raised his hand at him. "You can rest here, and call you when it arrives."

Huo Jian nodded, took out "Introduction to Music Theory Basics" with him from the bag, and found a corner to read quietly.

Trainees who were also on the waiting field started to practice their voices one after another here. Although there were frequent staff walking nearby, they sang the scales with a candid expression and their tone of voice was quite open.

After fifteen minutes, someone gradually became bored and whispered with friends.

Huo Jian's lack of sleep is a little distracting, and can hear their voices clearly.

"This may be the best opportunity in the past decade." The trainee whispered: "I was not selected this time, even if I have the opportunity to debut in the future...I feel uncomfortable."

"That's not it," his friend sat on the window sill and smiled with a wagging leg: "Do you know how many trainees the spf takes every year?"

"how many?"

"Up to one hundred and fifty." The big boy raised three fingers: "Among the three major entertainment companies in the country, Minghuang Entertainment basically only fishes people in colleges and universities. Spf is the most close to the people. The young people who sign up are good. Tens of thousands."

Someone besides joined the conversation and seemed to sigh: "Hoarding so many trainees, only one or two combinations will debut each year."

Huo Jian put the book back in his bag and looked at them sideways.

First of all, we must choose one from thousands of miles.

"What about the rest?"

"Continue to stay, or go, there are only two ways." The boy lowered his voice and said: "Enrollment may not necessarily be selected, it may not be possible to pass the final test, formal training may not be able to debut, and debut is not necessarily red."

"In contrast, Corona is a brand that Uncle Jiang personally set up. It has arranged the big explosion resources early. This is the most luxurious treatment—"

aya squinted them: "Is it skinned again?"

"Don't dare! Sister, we will beeping, please don't talk to Uncle Jiang!"

The door of the dressing room was opened, and the four teenagers came out one after another.

They wore rivet-studded playing costumes, silver chains on their waists were adorned with broken diamonds, and they walked a few steps with luminescence.

"Come in and change clothes in the right hand room," the makeup artist wearing a baseball cap beckoned. "Then come over and put on makeup, speed."

Huo Jian walked in with the other trainees, as if entering the warehouse of the mall.

He rarely saw so many clothes piled together at the same time, and the cutting and labeling of each piece was beyond his cognitive scope.

He used to wear school uniforms and spread fifteen pieces of white t-shirts. At this moment, he couldn't even tell what was dirt and which was very tidal.

Rivets, tassels, contrast colors, suits, trench coats...

"Children, are you also a trainee?" The dressmaker next to him gestured with a tape measure: "Do you have any preference for wearing clothes?"

Huo blade shook his head, and subconsciously hid when the tape measure hit his waist.

"Your shoulders are a little narrow and you have to practice." The costumer changed his hand and picked him a pure white imitation military uniform, and motioned him to enter the curtain and put it on.

The upper and lower sets are equipped with riding boots. The waist is very tight but it is just right for him. The long spikes on the shoulders drop down to modify the lines. The front row of dark gold buckles has a royal texture. It is indeed handsome and neat.

Huo Jian got dressed and walked out. The dressmaker's eyes lit up. She brought two boxes of jewelry together, and her long nails clanged.

"These two rings are put on, and I will choose a necklace for you again... Well, it shouldn't be too flashy, it should be low-key and sultry."

A busy colleague beside him teased: "He looks good enough, you have to dress up as a Christmas tree."

The costumer came back and took a step back to look at him, feeling a bit regretful: "In fact, it is fine without a necklace, but unfortunately you don't have pierced ears."

Huo Jian unconsciously reached out and touched his ear: "As a trainee... must I pierce the ear?"

"How to say," the clothing designer helped him organize the collar and belt, and the tone was familiar: "Most boys hit both ears, and there are two holes and four holes on one side."

She glanced at the panic in the boy's eyes before she could cover it up, and smiled to ease the atmosphere: "I'm afraid of pain, this is not a hard requirement."

Huo Jian opened her hand so that she could adjust the position of the silver chain, and nodded gently.

He actually... is very sensitive to pain.

He was so, very painful that he learned to ride a bicycle a few years later than other children.

The injection, slap in the face, even if it hits the corner of the table, there will be a long and continuous pain, which will persist.

"Yeah, Xiao Deng, look at the tattoo on this kid's arm, this skull is pretty cool."

The costumer responded and waved, "Get it done, go make up."

When Huo Jian thanked Xie, he just saw the trainee's rolled-up sleeves, and the dark tattoos were ragged.

He began to pray that he would not be forced to have tattoos in his life.

Whatever the reason.

Everything about styling is fresh.

Apply foundation, draw eyeliner, trim eyebrows...

The hair stylist and makeup artist were all around him. The sound of the hair dryer and the smell of the foam agent made him sleepy.

There is an old makeup artist next to him who has just finished his work and came to help them choose the color of the lip gloss. Suddenly he said, "This kid is so beautiful."

"Yeah, I also think that his face is really good. At first glance, he has a lot of strong makeup and light makeup, and God appreciates dinner."

"What is a good face shape," the old makeup artist directly pulled the stool against the guest, and received a brush to repair the shadow on both sides of him: "Seeing that he does not have three eyes and five eyes, his bones will grow up in the future, it is definitely one-on-one. Out of the ordinary, the average person cannot compare."

When the senior veteran opened his mouth, several other makeup artists became curious and stretched his neck to look at his position one after another.

"Nose bridge, nose, lips, lip peaks, as well as the lines of the forehead and cheekbones, please look at it," the old makeup artist couldn't help but admire: "I haven't seen such a beautiful model for many years."

Huo Jian is dozing off in a drowsy way, and Leng Bubing is shot off his shoulder.

"Little handsome boy, open your eyes and wear a contact lens for you." The makeup assistant next to him has washed his hands and asked, "Or do you come by yourself?"

Huo Jian woke up and subconsciously sat upright, looking at her softly: "I haven't worn it before, can you teach me."

The younger sister smiled and taught him to recognize the logo of the left and right eyes, and helped him to put on the contact lenses carefully.

When his eyes became clear again, he was determined to look at the strange face in the mirror, and some hurriedly opened his eyes.

"Yo yo blushed," the younger sister smiled: "The smoky green lenses are very good for you, and the skin is already good, so it looks like white jade."

Huo Jian didn't dare to look in the mirror again, thanked hurriedly and got up to follow the others to the studio.

When he walked across the promenade, the staff along the road kept stopping to look at him. He was surprised to look back when he walked away, and whispered which new artist this was.

The old makeup artist is familiar with these colorful tricks, using the most natural and light makeup to frame his brow bone and nose bridge, and using the most appropriate eyeliner and lip color to magnify the young man's burning brilliance.

The innocence and innocence are also beautiful, the sharpness and the publicity are also beautiful, and the smiles and anger are beautiful.

If such a handsome person stands on the stage, there will be light in the direction he looks away from.

Huo Jian at this moment also knows nothing about this gift of God. When entering the studio, he didn't know where to put it.

Fortunately, the photographer is accustomed to tune. Teach these new children, mark them with color tape in advance, and the voice is full of veteran: "Duck your lips and lower your lips!"

"Click-"

"Okay, next one, change your posture with the display and open your knees a little."

"laugh!"

"Click-click-"

Everything today is a brand new experience.

Huo Jian looked at the camera and continued to learn different ways of shooting on the plane. Occasionally, he had to stand by the blower and let the broken hair swing be raised by the long wind, pretending to be casual in front of the camera.

In fact, I felt awkward for a long time.

After the filming was completed, all the photos were processed and selected by the teacher later that evening, and then compressed and packaged with the transcript information table and sent to Uncle Jiang's mailbox.

At 12:05 in the evening, Huo Jian's cell phone lit up.

"Ms. Aya: Uncle Jiang will start the meeting tomorrow at 5:30, and you will be the first. Please reply. 』

Huo Jian saw the text message twitching, saw that Xie Lianyun was still playing Super Mario, and joined him to show him his mobile phone.

"Yes, Uncle Jiang is about to interview the trainees, and understand what kind of people you are." Xie Lianyun picked up a headset and watched him while controlling the plumber to eat mushrooms: "How do you arrange First? Shouldn’t Longji be?"

The teenager held the phone for a long while without making a sound, nervous enough to sweat slightly.

"He asked you what you answered," Xie Liyun paused the game and solemnly said: "Never lie in front of him."

"Uncle Jiang is an old fox in the entertainment industry. At that time, even Mei Hengmei and King Tianmei were red with his own hands. Think about how many years it has passed-don't hide anything from him."

Huo Jian took a deep breath and nodded: "I listened to you chatting before, and I felt you were all a little afraid of him."

Xie Lianyun showed a ghostly expression: "It's more than fear."

If you sit with him, you will have bones and hair.

Huo Jian got up early the next day, restrained not to go to the dance studio, and memorized the fourth grade words for half an hour as calmly as possible.

It's winter now, it's late at night, and it's dark at five o'clock.

It has just rained outside the building, and you can feel the cold water vapor in the air when you pass the ventilation window.

Aya held the roster at the door of the meeting room. Her back was straight, and she looked respectfully without knowing it.

Huo Jian took a deep breath for several seconds and knocked on the door and walked in.

He was not prepared, nor did he know what he was about to face.

Life is always like this, he is used to it.