Chapter 8

Huoren has learnt a lot from Mr. Zhong lately.

The audition song was the same for everyone, and it turned out to be “Jiangbei” by Mei Heng.

It was the same song for everyone, but the difference between all the trainees’ songs were quite big: from the pronunciation to the way of handling the last note. All of those determined whether the student had received training or not.

He changed after Master Zhong’s explanations, getting closer and closer to the standard singing style, but today he was a bit confused by his corrections.

“Not that you are a bad singer, but you have no emotions! You are progressing fast in skills and breathing, but you just have no feelings. This song is about the farewell of a couple. The melody is long and complex, so you need to understand it before you can sing it. “

The man was thoughtful and said, “No, you are too young to be in love. It’s normal that you can’t sing like that now.”

The atmosphere of the classes with Master Zhong were always relaxed. A student raised his hand and asked, “Teacher, if you haven’t been in love before, you can’t sing love songs.”

The audience burst into laughter.

The teacher tapped the table: “If you’ve not been through it, you can only focus on your skills.”

He told Huoren to sit down.

“It’s normal not to understand it, if you haven’t gone through that phase. I don’t think there is much more to say.”

Huoren bowed and left in silence.

“Master Zhong, let’s have a break to go out, have a relationship, and come back!”

“Hahahaha, we need to have our online first love with a little sister.”

“You don’t have to be in love.” Zhong still wondered how to explain this to them: “You must at least be moved. You can’t begin to understand it until you have feelings for someone. “

Huoren has never been in love. He has been studying hard for the last ten years, and he didn’t care about the women in his class.

But when he saw an increase on his card balance, he would get excited.

After the assessment was completed in July, he was given a nutrition allowance of no more than 1,500.

It was the first time that he has been paid a salary, that was worth what his mother was paid.

Huoren stared at his phone for a long time. It was holiday, so he walked all the way to the hospital.

He jumped for two hours every day and his physical strength, unknowingly, increased a lot, so when he got to the hospital he was sweating but was not out of breath.

He grabbed his phone and headed straight for the hospital’s interns department. The nurses greeted him when they saw him.

“Huohuo is here?”

“What school did our little champion go to?”

Huoren rushed to greet them and went to the corner, where the door of bed 14 was. He wiped off his sweat, knocked on the door, and entered.

Aunt Lu watched him grow up. Although they are not related by blood, they had a deep relationship.

Aunt Lu and his mother were close friends and she helped her from her divorce until her death, and then she went to the parents’ association to pay Huoren’s tuition. She is like the only family member he had left.

But even now, someone so good is now suffering from uremia. She depends on respirators and dialysis to stay alive.

Dr. Hu just did the daily checkup. He saw Huoren and nodded. “Your aunt has been very stable lately. Don’t worry too much.”

Aunt Lu, very pale, leaned back on the pillow and spoke softly.

She hid her hands from him. She didn’t want to show him her bruises.

“Huohuo is here?”

Huoren cleaned up the nightstand and drew the curtains, letting in the bright sunlight.

The woman felt guilty: “No, your scholarship…!”

“Aunt Lu,” Huoren stopped and said, “Even… if you don’t agree, I’ll pay the medical bills. I received a paycheck for 1500.” He straightened his back and smiled. “The teacher says that I’m making a lot of progress and I could even join the final group.”

In fact, he wasn’t very hopeful, but he didn’t want to worry her.

Aunt Lu asked him to sit next to her, and she touched his face with her hand.

“More than anyone else, it’s your mother who is worried about you. If you make money, don’t waste it. You must hide it from your father.”

The young man sat with her for a while and then said goodbye to the doctor and nurse, then returned to the company.

As soon as he finished his exam in the morning, he got his results in the evening.

He was in an entertainment company, but he also took exams like when he was in high school, but it was done in a small room.

The students sat in a lecture room. The teacher sat in the front row and began displaying the results on the screen.

“First place, Long Jia, with elective courses making a total of 540 points.”

“Bo Jue tied for the first place with a score of 540 “.

The participants clapped and turned to find them in the crowd.

The two tall teenagers looked at each other, smiled, and continued staring at the screen.

There are 140 trainees. As long as you are in the top 110, you can stay and keep studying.

A little later, more and more people began to pray silently with their hands together.

“Sixty-second place, Huo Ren.” Teacher Aya hesitated when she read this, but still she read aloud: “Both classes are excellent, very good.”

“Professor, what is he studying?” someone in the crowd asked.

“Introduction to Spoken English and Music Theory”. Aya said, “There are basically no candidates for trainees in those courses. He learned it with the group of trainees who are about to debut. It’s quite amazing.”

“Shit-“

“So does someone really learn this kind of class?!”

Huoren sighed in relief, knowing that he could stay here and receive a salary the following month.

Thirty people were eliminated that night. 110 people remained and were divided into Class A and Class B. The courses and dormitories were also redistributed.

When Huoren entered the bedroom with his luggage, he was recognized: “Ah, you are the boy who goes to practice piano every day!”

The trainees are usually seventeen or eighteen years old, there aren’t many like him.

Huoren nodded and looked at the other people in the bedroom.

There was already one trainee on the top bunk, and he wore silver-rimmed glasses. He was concentrating on playing the PSP.

The one next to him was in front of the mirror, and the other was talking to him, who had never met them before.

“You got the top grade in the elective courses, it’s amazing,” laughed the roommate, “If you really get into CORONA, could you be considered a star hunt success?”

Hunt… what?

Huoren was about to ask him what he meant, but the other roommate next to him waved his hand and said, “Tomorrow is Professor Pei’s dance class, and we still haven’t practiced.”

“Come on, let’s practice!”

Huoren set his things down and looked back at the top bunk.

The man played the PSP while wearing headphones. Ten minutes passed and he had no intention of getting up. He was like a normal high school student.

As expected, the next day of class, the students in the new class were dropped off by Pei Ruye and continued doing jumping rope, showing no signs of wanting to talk to them about dancing.

The assistant professor was very proficient in the movement of the skipping ropes: “The standard is 4,000 per hour. Watch yourself jump, remember to stretch your legs and relax before sitting down.”

Pei Ruye was playing on his cell phone and waved his hand to greet them as moral support.

55 people scattered in the practice room and started jumping.

Huoren had been practicing for a month and has gradually found the trick and rhythm of breathing.

He intentionally slowed down, watching the speed of other people in the corner.

Because the grouping was completely disrupted and then reorganized, Long Jia, Bo Jue, and several of their roommates were in class B.

The two who tied for first place finished practice in 45 minutes. After signing in with the assistant teacher, they went out for a bath to get out of class early.

Huoren only jumped two thousand times in 45 minutes, still watching the strength of the others.

One after another, several people went to the assistant to sign.

His resistance was decreasing and his breathing began to become disordered.

Not far away, a familiar figure stopped suddenly, lowered his silver-rimmed glasses, and walked over. After signing his name, he pulled out a silver PSP from his jacket and went out while he was playing.

Huoren finally saw him.

Smart, slim, long narrow eyes like a phoenix.

He always felt that this person was different from the others.

Before he finished the two-hour dance class, the acting class was almost full.

The teacher was the beautiful but cold assistant teacher, Aya.

As soon as she entered, the boys’ eyes followed her and the chattering stopped.

“This month’s practice and evaluation repertoire is <Fireworks>, she turned on the computer and tuned the MV to play it synchronously: “After class we will analyze and study the dance steps. If you don’t understand, you can ask the assistant teachers during working hours. Don’t bother teacher Pei.”

Huoren nodded silently.

Teacher Pei is probably a mobile games pro by now.

“The dance steps in the song are actually very simple, and the lyrics are catchy too. It’s more of a test for the acting.” She closed her red lips and raised her eyebrows: “Several people will do the choreography for the MV. “

Ten trainees raised their hands.

Someone shook his head: “This melody is too simple, there is no need to learn it.”

“Come on,” she smiled, “Show me.”

Everyone clapped and shoved the trainee to the front.

He was unfazed, did the MV dance decently and concluded with a great expression at the end, causing the crowd in the audience to whistle.

“Failure.” The assistant waved her hand: “Don’t show this level in the future.”

Seeing that the trainee had returned to his place, she pointed to Huoren in the front row and said, “Get up and be my support.”

Huoren blinked and obediently stood where she pointed.

Aya didn’t ask for the accompaniment and put her hand on his shoulder to start.

“Everything I want to say is written in the shadow of the fireworks.”

She glided toward him, her eyes gentle.

“I saw you cry yesterday and I didn’t know whether to hug you or not.”

“With incoherent words and disagreements, I just want to gift you this sky full of fireworks.”

She danced around him, her husky voice and her fingertips made her look like she was in love.

“I want to tell you-“

Huoren took a breath and unconsciously made his expression more natural.

“What my thoughts are-“

She raised her tone, and when she lifted her head, her blond hair spreading like a waterfall, her voice was sweet, as though she was confessing on the spot.

“Please go to my heart.”

Huoren looked away and coughed loudly, pretending he hadn’t heard her.

“Boy,” Long Jia, who was in the audience, waved the bottle of mineral water at him: “You blushed.”