Almighty Star Daddy

Chapter 37: No one

  At first, the other judges were still hesitating whether to give the three children a chance, but Tian Yadong talked about it, and they overwhelmingly echoed Tian Yadong.

   "Since Director Tian has said nothing, then you don't have to perform." The judges put aside the three boys' score sheet and prepared to interview the trainees for the next round.

   Lost and unwilling to fill up the boys' dark eyes, they stood on the stage helplessly looking at the indifferent judges, not wanting to go, but at a loss.

  Suddenly, someone who hasn't spoken in the audience makes the originally noisy auditorium instantly quiet.

   "Oh, you all treat me as dead, shouldn't you ask my opinion?" Meng Si said with a long tone, half-jokingly.

Only then did the judges remember that in the performing arts hall, in addition to themselves, there were also bosses who had been sitting in the corner without talking. They all looked in the direction of Meng Si and said with a polite smile, "Meng, what do you think should be done with them? ?"

  They know that Meng Si hates others not taking himself seriously. Whether it is daily communication or the artist in the company, he is the center and must obey him, so being obedient has always been one of the important requirements of the artist.

And these boys changed the repertoire and performance form without authorization, which undoubtedly violated Meng Si’s bottom line. They all waited for Meng Si to say let the three of them go, so that it would not be obvious that these music producers were bullying the newcomers. .

  Everyone looked at Meng Si’s expression with their own minds, waiting for him to speak the final verdict.

Meng Si sighed slightly, "Hey, deal with it, my deal is..." Meng Si paused, and the three boys on the stage swallowed subconsciously. Death is not terrible. Waiting for death is the only thing. The most terrifying thing is how their fate is in the next sentence, how can people not be nervous.

  Meng Si chuckled, waved to the three boys on the stage and said, "Sing, children?"

  Hearing Meng Si’s "Let’s sing", the three boys were so excited that they almost jumped up happily on stage, and bowed deeply to Meng Si, "Thank you Meng Si, thank you Meng."

  Meng Si shook his hand, "Okay, let's get started."

  The judges were taken aback by surprise. When did their President Meng be so close to humanity, but they were stunned. No one took it seriously. Just sing it. A song takes only a few minutes. They didn't think that they could change their destiny when they left. With three trainees, singing a song that they hadn't even heard of the name would be a surprise, but it was a waste of time.

  The three boys took a deep breath, there was no light, no applause, no prelude, and they started their performance in the face of suspicion and ridicule.

"String your heart and my heart together, string a clover, string a concentric circle, let all those who look forward to the future call, take advantage of youth to be a companion...Don't let the younger you grow up, the more lonely , Plant my clover in your dream field, let the earth follow our concentric circles, forever non-stop..."

  The clear and clean singing voices of the boys reverberated in the auditorium. They sang and showed sign language dances. According to the pre-rehearsed positions, they replaced each other's positions and matched their foot movements.

   "They are sign language dances, it's kind of interesting."

   "Is this song written by our company? I haven't heard it before. Is it a new song that hasn't been released yet?"

  "Tian teacher, look at the combination of their three children, it looks like that. It looks very comfortable."

Tian Yadong sneered, didn't say a word, sipped in his heart, didn't want to praise them a word, other judges were watching the excitement, only he knew what was going on, his song was by a newcomer who had just entered the company for a few days and had not made his debut. He was changed, and he also arranged such a performance, which is slapped him in the face.

Tian Yadong became more angry the more he thought about it, the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely, and there were a few more deep grooves on his wrinkled face. He couldn't sit down anymore and was about to get up and leave. This subtle movement had long been seen by Meng Si next to him. In the eyes.

  Meng Si lightly pressed Tian Yadong’s arm with a smile on her face, and whispered, "Teacher Tian, ​​these three are just your apprentices. How can you leave before the performance is finished?"

  Tian Yadong did not speak, and continued to sit on the spot with a black face.

Until the last line of lyrics was sung, the judges in the audience couldn't help applauding the three boys. It seemed that the voices of questioning and mocking were not made by them. No matter what, they are really applauding for the three boys at this moment. Shocked, unbelievable, and more of appreciation.

  But they also know that the creation and choreography of this song will not be done by the three boys themselves. Someone must help them. Someone speaks first.

   "Your performance made us shine. I didn't expect it to be so amazing."

   "Can you tell us who helped you practice this song."

  Wang Zirong just wanted to answer, another judge interrupted him, “Could it be Lao Tian’s surprise for us? You have always brought these three little guys.”

In fact, they all know that although every so-called teacher will bring a few trainees, but they are not really teaching them, at most they can help them choose a song. There are so many things every day, who cares about the trainees, just this sentence at the moment. Said, instead, it changed a taste, like ridicule, like irony, in short, Tian Yadong's face was even more ugly.

The three boys were a little excited standing on the stage. They never thought that their performance would be so smooth and could win the applause of the judges and teachers. All thanks to one person, they wanted to speak out, and Wang Zirong said first, "Actually, Today’s song was taught to us by a senior, including sign language dance and our style. He taught us a lot of things. In fact, he is in the auditorium. He is..."

  Wang Wang Zirong wanted to say Han Mo’s name directly. He excitedly raised an arm and pointed at the place where Han Mo stood just now.

  The judges also looked back in that direction...

  The auditorium was quiet for an instant. Everyone wanted to see who was so talented who could write such a song and make up such a dance...

  Nothing. There was no one except the empty wall where Wang Zirong pointed.