Chapter 17

Huoren had met with him when he was picked up during the interview and once again when he slept in the parking lot.

He bowed respectfully: “Hello, Teacher Pei.”

Huoren wasn’t good in other aspects, but he couldn’t make mistakes in the exam.

Even if aunt Lu and his father sit in the audience and watch him dance, it won’t affect his play.

Then, he really danced the boy group’s song like he had practiced, and everything was perfect except that his smile was stiff.

Hiding it, the teachers nearby were nodding, looking at the boy’s rapid progress. Pei Ruye wrote a score, turned over the file page and said, “Next.”

Huoren bowed again and retreated quickly.

They didn’t seem to be a little familiar, just strangers.

After several exams, the results came out on the same day.

Bo Jue was absent from the exam today because he had a personal concert abroad.

Longjia took first place for the third time, but this time alone. He felt somewhat lonely now.

“Hey, it’s no fun.”

Aya stared at him: “I tell you, don’t swell up.”

Longjia smiled and said: “Teacher Aya knocked on my head. I promise I won’t.”

“12th place,” Aya said, looking at the list instead of paying attention to him: “… Huoren.”

Many people who knew him were surprised.

At the beginning, they saw that he was clumsy and hadn’t learned anything in class. They also felt that the child couldn’t even make it through the first round.

Who thought he would be in the finals now?

How did the child rush to the ranking as fast as a rocket?!

“Congratulations.” Aya shook her pen: “you have entered the first level. Even if you can’t join Corona in the future, you’ll get a good chance to debut. Jiayou.”

Huoren thanked her from afar and took another look at his marks.

The full score for dancing was 100, and he got 90. There was a high probability that the points deducted were because of his facial expressions.

He got 85 for perform and 75 for singing.

… He got 20 more points than the previous 55 points, but he was still on the edge.

After the best 20 students had their results, the trainees eliminated were more or less sad.

Three months had passed by, and Houren really couldn’t bear the thought of leaving.

Bob got up and the lucky ones who had passed the screening went out with him, leaving Aya to continue the routine selection and star training plan of SPF for the eliminated trainees.

But those would have nothing to do with Corona.

They should be 20 people, but there are only 18 people in the team.

Although he hadn’t ever seen him, Mei Shengyao has always been the third place in the group by default.

Chi Ji only came back last week and spent a day learning the dance they are now practicing. For the remaining days, he was familiar with the position and formation with the team.

Huoren walked in the middle of the line and was distracted when he walked through the corridor.

He looked at the selection mechanism several times before the examination.

From one hundred and ten to the top twenty, all is based on your results and it determines your outcome according to the ranking.

However, when Huoren first entered SPF, the rules were very clear, the final 20 to 6 decided the final candidates according to a “comprehensive situation”.

If Xie Lianyun hadn’t disclosed this in advance, he might really think there were other election methods, or there would be a new ranking mechanism.

Six people, with four fixed places, a dragon with impeccable comprehensive ability.

How could he compete for the last place?

Bob led the teenagers forward and also introduced the benefits they will have: “Your qualifications and potential are very good. You will be announced as the seed players of SPF this year as a solo or in a group…”

The posters in the box were gorgeous, each artist had amazing makeup and a proud smile, as if they had been favored by fate.

Huoren glanced at himself on the glass wall and took a deep breath again.

They were taken to take their photos, sign contracts, and then do physical fitness tests. Four or five assistants rushed forward with document bags and led the staff into several rooms.

The boys took off their shoes, socks and coats and weighed again. The electronic scale broadcast the numbers, and the volume was turned up to the maximum.

“Chi Ji. Height, 177; weight, 105.” The doctor instructed him to take blood nearby: “You need to gain muscle. Tomorrow, a customized diet plan will be sent to your mailbox. Remember to check it.”

Several people finished the test one after another, and finally it was Huoren’s turn.

“Height, 178, weight, 97.” The doctor wondered: “Didn’t I ask the general affairs department to give you supplements? Why did you lose weight instead? Are you on a diet?”

Huoren shook his head: “No.”

The boys next to him collapsed at the moment: “Why is he still so thin!! Is his long body that great?!!”

The staff was helping to measure the leg circumference, waist circumference and hip circumference, and quickly said the numbers.

“I’m telling you, kid, you can’t go on a diet now. You’ll waste your efforts if you have a bad health.”

The doctor said earnestly: “You should keep up with your sleep, you know, as you need to take the supplements.”

When the blood test was over, his friends had gone to the dressing room. There was no one at the door.

Bob stopped him: “You are in tomorrow’s batch. Today the makeup artist and photographer

will be a little busy.”

Huoren nodded obediently and asked, “do we still have class according to the old schedule tomorrow?”

Bob waved his hand and said, “there is no timetable for this month. You can choose the courses freely and there won’t be marks. The final result will come out around the new year. Jiayou.” He patted Huoren on the shoulder.

“What will be required for the screening?” Huoren asked subconsciously.

“Well, in fact, I don’t know. It’s really unclear,” Bob scratched his head. “Listen to Teacher Wei, did they say that the final meeting will be decided? Oh, right, from this week on, uncle Jiang will make an appointment with you every week. Don’t be late.”

Huoren thanked him and turned back.

Just after walking around the corner, there was the jingling sound of mobile games at the entrance of the stairs.

Huoren had a familiar premonition and sped up.

Pei Ruye looked up at him and nodded to say hello.

Huoren bowed and said “Hello, teacher.”

“Mn.” The man seemed to be waiting for someone, standing against the railing with a lazy posture and spreading his long legs.

The boy walked forward a few steps and retreated back.

He seldom approached the other on his own initiative, but at that moment he was still holding his breath and whispering.

“Teacher Pei, I want to ask you a question.”

“What is the final round of examination subject to?”

He bowed his head, knowing that the question might not be answered, and was ready to apologize.

Pei Ruye didn’t answer immediately and was still playing the game.

He didn’t let him go, but the boy kept his head down and didn’t move.

Six minutes later, Pei Ruye asked, “What does corona have?”

“Idols.”

“What is an idol?”

Huoren’s expression was blank for a moment.

He didn’t know.

He had no idea what an idol was.

When it comes to singing, it’s the singer who writes the lyrics and music.

Singing and dancing were performed together. It seems that not many can be called stars, which means famous artists.

… What’s an idol?

The cancellation of the scoring system was most likely because Corona wants to last, not just people with absolutely outstanding ability.

In SPF, there were countless teaching assistants with great talent in singing and dancing, but none of them could become idols.

… Why?

Huoren raised his head and his voice was dry: “I’m sorry, I haven’t studied enough.”

Pei Ruye’s eyes became gentle.

“There’s still a month left. You can think about it. You still lack a beam of light.”

Huoren sat in the lonely classroom for more than half an hour and didn’t go back to the dormitory until bedtime.

Xie Lianyun just took off his makeup and was playing PSP with a mask.

Huoren had been with him for a month and had unconsciously regarded him as brother and friend. He stood by the bed thinking for a long time, but he didn’t speak in the end.

Xie Lianyun put down his mask to see him: “Want to play chess?”

Huoren nodded and took out the chess.

When they are thoughtful, they are used to playing this. Sometimes it seemed like the ideas popped up. Xie Lianyun rushed to write songs before he even had time to collect his chess pieces. His efficiency was quite fast.

Xie Lianyun played chess very rusty. The queen rushed out with the soldiers and killed in all directions. The king was exposed, and occasionally helped eat pieces.

Huoren said after a long time, “There will be no classes from tomorrow.”

“Mn.” Xie Lianyun sighed with relief “Finally, it’s a waste of time to make up sick leave notes every day.”

The clock rang.

Huoren pushed the bishop three spaces: “Checkmate.”

“You won.” Xie Lianyun generously admitted defeat and began to write the inspiration that just came to him: “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

“No, but I can’t ask you.” Huoren lowered his head and cleaned up the chessboard. “I feel that I have to figure it out by myself.”

He put things away, turned to his mobile phone, searched the word and confirmed its literal meaning again.

“Originally refers to the statues made of mud and wood worshipped by religious or superstitious people.”

Huoren lowered his eyes and felt that he was too far away from the word statue.

Even if he had stayed in SPF until now, he was only an ordinary person who learned to sing and dance.

He didn’t think he would have fans and admirers.

Pei Ruye’s words rang out in his mind again, clear and brief.

“You still need a beam of light.”

Every idol was surrounded by light.