Blind box talent show opens a white moonlight

Chapter 1 Start

"Have you ever heard of a draft where you can't see the faces of the contestants?"

A week ago, on the 13th floor of the most powerful satellite TV station in City C, the conference room was filled with the low air pressure before the storm.

On the whiteboard, there were a few large crooked characters written on the whiteboard: talent show for the new generation!There are several angry red circles and exclamation points drawn next to it!

The deputy director fired around with his machine gun, and all the assistants and producers put their heads under the chairs.

Meditate on hypnosis Dafa in my heart: I can't see, I can't see.

A fool actually dared to pick up the phone at this time, and was still typing.Dead, that's him.

Senior producer Chen Yuanyuan had no choice but to stand up under the murderous eyes of the deputy director.

He can't help it, the new girlfriend is too clingy, if he doesn't reply to the V letter within 1 minute, he will immediately follow up with [-] messages.

But it’s just opening the blind box and opening a hidden model, coded, and self-portraits from various angles are sent non-stop, making the phone jump on the table like having epilepsy.

"Well, I think..." Chen Yuanyuan laughed, and glanced at the bald head reflected in the glass from the corner of her eye.

"Who wants you to think???" The deputy director knocked on the whiteboard, which densely listed the ratings analysis of all the talent shows of the friendly station in the previous year: Program A, because the students were tearing up the first half of the popularity, because the students were tearing up Ruined the second half.

Program b, because the students didn't tear it up, they didn't get popular at all.

C program, because the ratings were ruined because of the conflict between the instructors.

In program D, because the instructor and the students fought each other and caused a sensation, the selected group disbanded immediately after their debut, and there was no splash.

e-program...

"Talk about the plan!" The deputy director was really angry, every day, no one except him thought about not being able to get sponsorship in the station?

"That." The corner of Chen Yuanyuan's mouth twitched, and everyone saw his mobile phone continue to twitch on the table.

"I can't tell if it's true, you can leave me today, and everyone is not allowed to leave work until they come up with a plan!"

Everyone wailed, the deputy director lost his mind, how could it be so easy to come up with a different plan?

"Blind box!" Chen Yuanyuan yelled.

"What?" The deputy head had an expression like you're an idiot or I'm an idiot.

"I mean, young people nowadays are very obsessed with blind box games. They don't even know what's inside before opening the box. Let's use this concept to make a blind box talent show!"

The deputy director sat down slowly, and the assistant next to him immediately brought a thermos, closed his eyes, and said, "Let's listen."

"When the show started, the audience didn't know the situation of the contestants at all, which created a gambling mentality."

"Well, how do you choose the players?"

"Choose silently."

"If you don't hype before the draft, you will lose the opportunity!" The deputy producer Wang on the opposite side said dissatisfiedly.

"Of course we have to stir fry, but we have to stir fry without showing our face, for short, blind speculation." Chen Yuanyuan was unpredictable.

The people at the last table discussed until late at night, and finally finalized the preliminary plan, selecting contestants with very personal characteristics from among the music students who are rooted in Zheng Miaohong.

A music academy in city c is the first stop of the audition.

In the middle of the night, just as the hands of the clock turned to the 12 position, "tick, tick, tick..." came from deep in the corridor of the male dormitory.

The unscrewed faucet kept ticking, which was especially harsh in the quiet toilet.

The students who squatted and had diarrhea were sweating coldly while complaining about the fried bananas with tomatoes in the dinner canteen.

His legs were already numb, and he had to stare straight at the narrow gap under the compartment door from the corner of his eyes, as the ghost legends of the dormitory floated before his eyes.

【At midnight, there is a female ghost singing in the men's room】

A tall shadow appeared on the ground.

The rustle of footsteps was softer than the sound of water dripping from a faucet.

The hairs on the students squatting in the pit were about to fly. They quickly pulled up their pants, pushed open the wooden door, and creaked.

"Ow!"

A long-haired female ghost is turning the faucet!no face!There is also a turtle shell on the back! !

"Ah-ah-ah" A series of screams flew past in the aisle.

Chu Yufan looked at the mops and buckets that were knocked flying by the classmates who were rushed out of the cubicle, and the plastic buckets rolled around on the ground.

This is the third time this month.He just went back to the dormitory after studying at night until the lights were turned off. Why was he always regarded as a ghost?

The scream made his heart pound wildly, and he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.

The mirror on the wall reflected a face whose facial features could not be seen clearly.

Thick bangs were densely covered under the nose, and the graceful lips were pursed into a cold straight line.

The fat school uniform hides the boy's thin body tightly.

The wind quietly blew over from the window, blowing his forehead hair, and his cold eyes flashed a soul-stirring light in the mirror.

The snow-white slender fingers were covered with a faint white light.

Circles of ripples appeared on the surface of the mirror, as if responding to the white light from the fingertips.

Chu Yufan turned on the faucet, suppressed his bangs with water, and turned his head back into a pot lid again.The roommate locked the door, and I don't know how long it will take to knock it open.

He sighed and turned to leave.

The mirror behind him snapped and cracked a few cracks.

Music theory class in the lecture theater on the second day.

It was already seven or eight minutes late for class, Chu Yufan walked slowly into the classroom through the back door with his head down, and heard the whispering of several female students in the back row.

"Hey, you see that weird guy is late again."

"He wears this school uniform every day, has he washed it?"

"Is he male or female?"

When he looked up, the back row was full, so he had no choice but to take a few more steps forward. He found a seat in the aisle and sat down helplessly. He took out the textbooks from his schoolbag and spread them on the table as a pillow.The students wearing glasses beside me immediately moved to the back two rows.

"Chu Yufan, come up and mark out the semitones of this score."

The lecturer of this class looked at the student who was always late with dissatisfaction, and was very angry. He looked like he couldn't wake up all the time, and dared to doze off under the teacher's nose.

Seeing the half piece of chalk handed over by the lecturer, Chu Yufan shrank his neck and avoided it.Putting his hands in his pockets, he staggered up to the podium and twisted a whole piece of chalk from the slot on the blackboard.

The back of the white hand was hidden in the cuff, only three fingers were exposed, slender and long, with well-defined joints, and shallow arc-shaped nails shining in the sun.

He wrote on the blackboard at a very fast speed, dropped the chalk in a few minutes, and fled back to his seat in a hurry.

The lecturer turned his head to look at the blackboard in disbelief, and his heart was racing: he never attended lectures, and such a difficult question was not bad at all.

This student named Chu Yufan always picks the most difficult questions in the exam and gives answers comparable to those in textbooks, leaving a bunch of free questions for free papers.Are such students here to humiliate the teacher?

The lecturer angrily threw half of the chalk in his hand straight at the man in glasses behind Chu Yufan, "Come up and wipe the blackboard, wipe it clean!"

The man with glasses had a bitter face. Sure enough, the rumors were true, and anyone who got close to this broom star would be unlucky.

The students in the audience also wailed, teacher, I didn't finish copying the correct answer.

Chu Yufan listened to the class expressionlessly for a while, then fell asleep on the book in a daze.If he had known that he was asleep for most of the classes in college, he might not have taken the college entrance examination.

It's a pity that his life has restarted once, and there should be no chance to do it again.

30500163 is his name in the future, but it is just an identity code.

He was a violator who was removed from the system.

……

Jingle Bell……

When the get out of class bell rang, Chu Yufan raised his eyelids and saw a few eye-catching chalk words on the blackboard: "Exam next week".

The semester is about to end?Chu Yufan's head grew dizzy, winter vacation was coming, and he had to think about working part-time to earn living expenses.

Staggering out of the classroom, a row of students in the corridor watched in front of the bulletin board.In order to maintain a safe distance, he carefully walked downstairs against the corner of the wall.

The voice of discussion floated in the direction of the wind.

"To come to the school to select candidates, this program group is quite courageous."

"All information is kept confidential, how could the teacher agree to our participation?"

"But I heard that there are bonuses..."

bonus……

The two-word curse bound Chu Yufan's legs.

Standing still, he glanced at the newly posted poster on the bulletin board with his sharp gaze through the gaps in his hair.

"2021 Music Youth Talent Competition"

Eligibility criteria: freshmen to juniors from the Conservatory of Music, male.

Requirements: 3 months of fully enclosed training competition.

Rewards: 16 bonus for entering the top 10, and a chance to win 8 contracts in the industry for entering the top 20.

Registration notice: You need to apply to the teacher of the Academic Affairs Office. Registration time: from now until January 2021, 1.

Sponsor: Temporarily confidential.

The students onlookers looked annoyed, this kind of folk talent show has to go through official approval?These teachers in the school, who can watch the talent show on TV.It is also required to have a closed recording period of three months away from school. Even if the winter vacation is added, you will have to be absent from school for two months.

Chu Yufan moved his ears under his hair, turned his toes 180 degrees, and walked towards the Academic Affairs Office again.

There is money to be made by skipping classes, and he can still leave the dormitory for three months. Such a good thing, even if it is a mountain of swords, he will climb it.

The teaching office is on the third floor, and next door is the department head's office.

As soon as Chu Yufan walked up the steps on the third floor, he saw a thin and short man lying on his stomach at the door of the department head's office, and there was a heated argument coming from the open door.The thin man was blocked in the middle of the intersection, so he stopped and watched coldly.

In the office, there was a man with a round face and black-rimmed glasses, and his round belly under the dark blue woolen sweater was ready to be seen.That man was Chen Yuanyuan, the gold medal producer of the TV station. As his name suggests, Yuanyuan's head was shiny, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Director, look, am I also doing publicity for our school?"

"Nonsense, students of our school, they are going to perform at the Golden Concert Hall, what kind of talent show are they participating in!"

"No, a certain degree of exposure is also good for the future of the students."

"The future is a P, and it is a dye vat when you enter it. How can you maintain the purity of music!"

"Director, our deputy director said..."

"Don't mention him to me, don't do your job properly, I don't have this junior."

Chen PD accompanied the smiling face embarrassingly, complaining that it's no wonder the deputy director didn't come.The main reason for choosing this top five conservatory of music in the country as the first stop in the audition is that the department head and deputy director are alumni.

The wishful thinking of the station was to find a few guaranteed candidates in this local school, but the selection director was so frightened by the head of the department's hell face that he failed, so he had no choice but to do it himself.

Chen PD put the handkerchief back into his trouser pocket, took a deep breath, "Director, let me tell you this..."

The face of the head of the department gradually changed.

……

The assistant who was peeping at the door was dumbfounded, but Chen PD was so happy that he shook hands with the department head to say goodbye.

Obviously just a moment ago, the head of the department's eyes smelled of ice, why did they become sticky together like hot dry noodles in a blink of an eye?

Chen PD walked out the door, lost his handbag, and the little assistant reached out to catch it in mid-air and held it in his arms.

"You are too powerful, how did you convince him?"

"Hmph." Chen PD smiled bluntly.

Seeing a fat man coming out, Chu Yufan quickly moved away. Just as he was about to move his feet, he saw the Dean of Academic Affairs walk into the office of the dean of the department, so he had to shrink back and continue to wait.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Chu Yufan leaned against the corner and squinted for a while. Last night, after knocking on the door for half an hour, his roommate opened the door with disgust on his face. The alarm clock didn't ring in the morning, and no one called him when everyone left.

He took a deep breath, and if he really got paid to be on the show, he could move off-campus and not have to live with these people anymore.

When the director of academic affairs came out, Chu Yufan silently followed him and entered the teaching administration room together.

"Teacher, I want to sign up for that TV station's talent show." The voice was suppressed in the throat, and the attitude was so low that it was dusty.

The dean of academic affairs is surnamed Xie, with a few stubborn hairs across his forehead.

"Which class are you in?" He asked with drooping eyelids.

"Chu Yufan, sophomore and class three."

Chu Yufan lowered his head very low, looking timid and shy, deliberately avoiding the other party's sight.

"Oh?" The Dean of Academic Affairs actually had a little impression of the name Chu Yufan.

The number one student admitted to the college two years ago, the result was mediocre after entering the school, which greatly disappointed the admissions teacher.

Always late for class, but not enough demerits, the test scores of each subject are precisely stuck on the edge of failing the subject.

This student is like an invisible person, and the teachers cannot feel his existence.

Director Xie thought to himself, it turned out to be him, sloppy and rustic, if he really wanted to participate in an outside draft, the department wouldn't feel sorry for a good seed being poached away.

Besides, he has seen a lot of students like this, who don't care about their studies, and always want to go out to society to earn money early.

However, learning music does burn money, and it is understandable to leave early if you can't afford it.

Director Xie glanced at the time on the wall, he was about to leave work.

Walking to the hanger, he casually pointed at the desk, "That's the application form, you fill it out and hand it in, and the department will review it for a decision."

Chu Yufan breathed a sigh of relief, went to the desk and took out a registration form, bowed his head in thanks, and then planned to leave the office backwards.

Turning around suddenly, bumped into a back spirit.

shit.