My Family's Idol's Vest Fell Again

Chapter 1

A white (color) house stood in front of Shi Fei.

He pulled his black (colored) shoulder bag, sneezed, (touched Mo) (touched Mo) his nose, and put on a black (colored) mask. He is here today to participate in "The Most (强qiang) "Idol" is a national amateur qualifier.

Follow the signs to the waiting room and wait for the makeup. Flying in while wearing a mask didn't attract much attention. I found a corner spot and took out the phone to check the information on the previous phone.

Eagle: [Panda, someone is calling you at a high price. 】

This message was sent half an hour ago, and Shi Fei quickly replied with his finger: [Busy, not free. 】

Eagle: [365 days a year, which day do you not say busy. This time the other party's price is three times the market price. It seems to be really anxious. For the sake of money, are you not interested in making a deal? 】

Panda: [Not interested. 】

Eagle: [Big brother, there is no such thing as you, you have not taken orders for more than a year, forget it, I knew I could not persuade you. 】

After finishing the chat, Shi Fei picked up the earphones and put them in his ears. He obviously didn't want to chat with people. As a result, a fresh-looking, sunny and lovely boy came over to say hello, "Hello, my name is Zhuang Xin Of course."

Shi Fei's slender fingers took off the earplugs, looked at the face in front of him that he was so familiar with in the midnight dream, and responded with a faint smile: "Yeah."

Zhuang Xinran, we meet again.

Shi Fei did not speak any more, but Zhuang Xinran continued to ask: "You haven't told me your name yet?"

Shi Fei didn't answer him, but the other side asked persistently, "I plan to choose the beauty track later, how about you?"

Shi Fei still didn't speak, put the earphones back into his ears, tilted his head slightly, and pulled his hat down, with an attitude of ‘Don’t bother Laozi’.

Zhuang Xinran was a little embarrassed, and was too embarrassed to continue looking for the topic of chat.

He got up and sat somewhere else. After a while, other players would take the initiative to talk to Zhuang Xinran and inquire about the news, "How about? Xin Ran, did he say which track he would join?"

Zhuang Xinran shook his head and sighed, "He doesn't seem to like talking to others."

Someone curled his mouth, "Small, what to pull."

It is normal for players to inquire about their strengths, and it is rare to encounter someone like Shi Fei who is cold and dying.

Soon everyone's topic shifted to other places, and they began to discuss who would be their (strong qiang) competitors.

"That He Xiaobei seems to be pretty good. The song that was sung on the vcr uploaded is not bad."

"Wu Yan seems to be quite (strong qiang) dancing, I think he is quite popular."

"No matter how tall Wu Yan is, he is not as high as Xin Ran Gao. He is the sixth most popular.

"I am more worried that the popular king is number one. The popular king can have a buff vest and directly get the promotion spot in the qualifiers. The key point is that his singing and dancing talents are not shown. There is a video of skateboarding in the vcr. I don't know how strong it is. "

"His face must be on the beauty track. I hate this kind of face position. What's so great about it. Without strength, it won't go far."

Everyone was discussing one by one, waiting for the dressing room. There was no camera installed here. Many of the people who came to the competition came together. They soon formed a small organization in the chat.