The practice that stands in the center of the stage grows beautifully. It looks like he was well-prepared in his clothes, and his makeup is also very delicate. He can be regarded as the kind of handsome guy who will have a high rate of head-turning on the road.But there are not many ugly people who can come to participate in talent shows. Even if it is only the facial features, the costumes and makeup blessings will not be much worse after the packaging.
The problem is that this trainee from Fenghua Entertainment seems to be very confident.
Producer Cui Zhihao, who has been relatively mild since the recording began, has a flat face, and he can't see any obvious emotions. He repeated in a calm but indifferent tone: "You said that your total practice time as a trainee is only three days?"
"Yes." The other party seemed to have been waiting for the instructor to notice this problem, and confirmed it very simply and reservedly. They did not hear it wrong.
It was an inexplicably arrogant attitude. As if he was saying, I only practiced for three days. If I'm weak, that's forgivable. But if some of you have practiced for a long time and are not as good as me, it means that I will be very strong in the future, so why do you work so hard?
Yin Suli stared at the trainee for a while, and slapped the ballpoint pen in his hand on the table. She leaned back on the back of the chair and raised her eyebrows, seeming to be very interested: "Then what will you order?"
The pure newcomer who appeared on the show for the first time seemed to be very confident. He smiled and said, "I like singing very much. The dance company has temporarily trained the basic skills. I can also freestyle rap."
"Oh." Yin Suli looked at him with a half-smile, and didn't comment on it, just said concisely, "Then start your performance first, after all, you don't have much experience to talk about."
Zhou Cun was stunned for a moment, and seemed a little embarrassed, but a little unconvinced.
But in the end he didn't say it, even though he was a bit suffocated, he couldn't talk back to the big senior who was still popular for more than 20 years after his debut, so he had to give up the lines he had prepared for a long time and start directly.
At the beginning of this ready pose, Yin Suli's eyes became even colder.
Zhou Cun simply knelt down on the ground, propped his left hand behind him, and held the microphone in his right hand, as if he had designed the plot.
But this action has no aesthetics at all, and it can even be seen that he has not done it well at all. His back was stiff and unable to go down, his leg muscles trembled slightly while waiting for the prelude, obviously even a little lack of exercise.
He obviously didn't understand that since his strength was not enough, he couldn't force some difficult movements.
The whole performance is filled with an awkward atmosphere. The dance moves are blunt like some kind of zombie dance, and the singing skills are not good at all.
As for the rap he just said that he can freestyle, in fact, he even presented the rap part of the prepared first stage in a mess.
When he went to the rap part, he seemed to want to be wild, but in fact, even his only face that was considered a good point, was too hideous because of his too hideous expression.
After listening to Su Qinglan's rap, Zhou Cun obviously still didn't understand. It wasn't that he tried to sing loudly, and then trying to make some fierce and forceful expressions was rap. This is a huge misunderstanding.
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After Transmigrating Into An Idol Talent Show (1)
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