Chapter 14

Xie Lianyun is a genius in music arrangement. He is distracted for twenty-four hours a day.

According to the qianbei, inspiration is a bitch running everywhere. If you don’t catch it when it floats past, you’ll never have the chance again.

Therefore, Xie Lianyun’s table and bed were in daily chaos like ruins. More than a dozen books, tapes and CDs were stacked together and crumbling like building blocks. Snacks and milk tea were on the table for 24 hours.

“Thank God I have a bad digestive system, otherwise I wouldn’t know when I’m getting fat.” Xie Lianyun wiped half of his glasses and suddenly turned his head and said “Ah, where’s my mobile phone?”

“You left it in the bathroom.” Huoren took it out to him.

Xie Lianyun answered his phone and said thank you. After thinking about it, he said blankly, “Where did I throw my door card?”

“On the shelf.”

“What about my contact lenses?”

“Windowsill.”

“Huoren.”

“What?”

“Do you never forget?” Xie Lianyun looked at him: “I had this feeling before. It’s impossible for me to learn so fast.”

Huoren hesitated for a few seconds and intuitively thought that this man could be trusted.

“Mn, that’s my only advantage.”

“Is that…” Xie Lianyun was about to say, and the dormitory door was knocked three times.

“Who is it?”

There was no sound outside.

Huoren went over and opened the door. Two middle-aged men with smiling faces came in.

“Little genius, genius Xie. Can we discuss it again?”

Xie Lianyun slammed the computer shut, took his mobile phone and sent a text message: “Get out.”

“Hey, hey, don’t be so heartless.” The two men closed the door together and said kindly, “we also really want to cooperate with you. You see, the funds and publicity are absolutely in place. Can you write two songs for our artists? Any style and lovelorn love songs!”

Xie Lianyun continued to play PSP with his headset as if the two didn’t exist.

He was very horizontal. The two people next to him not only weren’t angry, but also continued to smile: “Our artist needs to practice singing, but you can write two or three songs at random, so can you sell us two?”

“What do you sell?” Someone at the door said coldly “How did you two get in?”

The two middle-aged men stood up in a panic. They didn’t care to look at Xie Lianyun at the moment. They opened the door and bowed saying: “Jiang, master Jiang…”

Huoren remembered that this uncle was the old famous agent who came in to pick people at the training students’ meeting.

Uncle Jiang looked down at them and closed the door again.

Xie Lianyun continued to play with the PSP and didn’t care about the pleading and apology outside the door.

“I’m a little curious,” Huoren squatted down to pick up his shoes and asked casually, “you and Bo Jue… Why are you here?”

He didn’t mention Long Jia. For the time being, he and Bo Jue should have reserved their seats long ago, and there is no need for assessment.

When Xie Lianyun talked to him, his cold attitude changed from arrogant to an ordinary teenager.

“Ah, it was Uncle Jiang who rushed us here.” He tilted his headphones and exposed half his ears to listen to Huoren’s voice: “He said he wanted us to be familiar with our future teammates in advance and help him see if there is a suitable person.”

Huoren tied the shoelaces of his washed new shoes.

Xie Lianyun waited for a few seconds, took off his headphones and said “Do you want to climb up?”

Huoren put it down and turned to look at him. He was still very calm: “I want to.”

He looked directly at him and asked “Do you think you have a chance?”

Xie Lianyun stared at him for a few seconds and continued to turn his head to play snake.

“Protect your face and continue to learn.”

Huoren stood up with his shoes and said thank you seriously.

He is now completely used to his days at the training base.

Practice dancing in the morning, have classes during the day, play the piano at night, and read and study without classes on weekends.

There are crumpled second-hand high school textbooks in the library, and several of the senior ones are missing, but it doesn’t affect his learning.

Huoren spent more time understanding the dances and singing.

Dance teaching videos have detailed decomposition actions, and many things need to exercise physical memory again and again.

But after practicing for a long time, there will be an illusion that the time will slow down—

Two steps per second can’t be taken care of at the beginning of practice, but after repeated many times, it seems that the body can control the flow rate of time and even complete four steps per second.

He studied the boygroup’s dance, split and reorganized all the movements before going to bed, and went through the details in his brain over and over again.

The rapid progress surprised Teacher Wei. After class, he took him to press his tendons and do relaxation exercises.

“You want to be an artist, so you must be careful with your body.” Wei pressed his back and led Huoren to relax his leg muscles: “Being thin is the first thing, but also your calf lines should be slender and good-looking. If you practice with a weak body like this, you will be destroyed, you know.”

Huoren endured the pain and nodded for a long time: “I will stretch in the future.”

“Jumping rope should also help you stretch, and at night you should use the knuckles to push the lines of your limbs,” he warned. “Your skeleton hasn’t been stretched yet. You must be careful.”

Huoren pulled the ligament abruptly and shrunk in pain.

“And again.” Teacher Wei knocked him on the head: “I pulled it not long ago. You know it will hurt then?”

Dance class was still a good breakthrough point. He expected that the score wouldn’t be low.

Even if the temporary team-mates can’t keep up with the beat and formation, they can get the corresponding scores as long as they do their part.

Huoren has been completely focused on his own affairs in recent months. He seldom makes friends and chats with them, and he is just a nodding acquaintance with them.

Although they didn’t participate in dance groups, their performance was expected to continue to improve according to the screening rules.

He always felt that there was something left in the dance class. In fact, he was still assessing their endurance and self-control.

What really makes people confused and upset is singing.

When Huoren was in elementary school, some students in his class went to karaoke on weekends. In junior high school, people often went to the stage to sing at the New Year’s Day party and the Mid Autumn Festival party.

He has good ears and can hear when someone is out of tune. He has never made any mistakes in this regard.

“No.” Teacher Zhong shook his head: “You still have no feelings.”

When he was singing in the bar, the teacher under the stage said so.

Now the middle of September has passed. Teacher Zhong repeated this point again. Huoren felt as if a knife stabbed him under his rib.

– What kind of feelings do you want??

– Why did the trainer who sang out of tune scored higher than me??

Huoren showed what he thought on his expression. Teacher Zhong laughed angrily: “You’re like a robot singing, classmate Huo. Singing doesn’t mean that it’s just following the rhythm, do you understand?”

Huoren has been studying for so many years. He didn’t understand at all.

It was really a disaster this time.

“… I still don’t understand.”

Teacher Zhong called him to the office on the ninth floor, turned on the computer, clicked several video and audio materials for him to listen to, and patiently coaxed him: “So we should express our inner feelings and love, reluctance and all your emotions – do you understand now?”

Huoren tried to sing again.

“… forget it. Go back and take a break first.” Teacher Zhong handed him a stack of materials: “This is mine. I’ll think of some ways to teach you later.”

Huoren bowed his head and said “I didn’t get it. The teacher worked hard.”

Teacher Zhong didn’t come up with anything to advise him. He stopped for a long time and said, “your singing is very accurate. If you don’t run out of tune, you can enter the top 20. But you can’t be an idol because you don’t have feelings when singing. Even if you debut, you don’t have a future.”

He patted the boy on the shoulder: “Teacher Zhong’s ability is limited. Maybe I can’t teach you more specifically. Please, understand it.”

Huoren bowed, retreated with the information in his arms, walked to the elevator door and paused for a few seconds.

He went to the fourth studio.

The door was still open, and there was the plucking of the guitar.

Huoren stepped in lightly and stood in the corner while listening quietly.

The familiar voice flowed out again, making his eyes unconsciously smile.

The speed of the guitar wasn’t slow, and his singing, which sounded unreal, came from afar.

The other person seemed to be singing or telling a story. Every word could be conveyed to the bottom of the listener’s heart.

Obviously, this was an on-site practice, but his breath was so stable it couldn’t be heard, as if the ups and downs and turns were completed at one go.

Huoren didn’t know how to express his feelings, but he could fully understand every inch of emotions in the song.

Clear and light, gentle and deep, even the fading of the ending can make him fall in love.

He was separated from that man by a wall, but he could understand the emotions and roles he interpreted, as if he were a sailor hiding on a reef listening to a sea demon singing.

When the song stopped, the man on the side of the wall suddenly laughed.

“Wanna come in and sit down for a while?”

Huoren was stunned and turned like a raccoon caught by the tail to run.

“Don’t go.” The boy looked at him. “Come in and have some light refreshments with me.”

The boy had a beautiful and gentle face, shoulders and fine hair that had been carefully taken care of, and he smiled a little shy.

Because he lived abroad all year round, he spoke with some British accent, but it could be seen that he was trying to correct it.

“Your name is Huoren, isn’t it? I heard it. Thank you for mentioning me.”

Huoren didn’t expect that the singer was such a beautiful peer. He was a little nervous at the moment.

He seemed to know who this man was.

… with a British accent and good singing, there couldn’t be someone else.

“Am I disturbing you?”

“No, no,” the boy motioned him to sit around the corner. “My name is Chi Ji. I’ll train with you in two days.”

Huoren found that his bedroom was opposite the fourth studio, and the silver blue guitar was next to it, with a layer of wax luster.

“There was an epidemic in Britain a few days ago. Uncle Jiang insisted me to stay here for a few days. In fact, it’s not a big deal.” Chi Ji stretched out his hand and pointed to the afternoon tea and snacks on the table: “Would you like one?”

Huoren thanked him, took a small piece and ate it slowly.

The tiramisu tasted dense and delicate, and the sweetness slowly melted on his tongue, with a strange warmth.