Inside the studio.
Hearing Wu Ying call out Shangluo's name, Zhou Ziwu's eyes flashed with surprise.
He was already familiar with this name.
When he was a sophomore in college, his family's company had not yet gone bankrupt. At that time, he often had extra spare money in his hands. Although he had spare money in his hands, he was not like the average rich second generation who usually just ate, drank and whored.
At that time, he liked to watch some elegant performances, such as operas, symphonies, piano concerts, etc.
And he doesn't look at these things because of his high taste. It's purely because of his middle-class ambition as a young and handsome man. He thinks that looking at these things can make him look more classy.
In layman's terms, it's just pretending to be x.
It is precisely because of his superficial skills, as well as his good family background and good looks, that the female classmates around him like to call him an artistic male god.
Shangluo was the name he remembered as a choreographer when he watched a dance poetry drama.
The dance poetry drama he was watching at that time had just won the Wenhua Award. The Wenhua Award was established by the Ministry of Culture of the Xia Kingdom to encourage the creation of professional stage performing arts. It is the highest official award and is only held every four years.
, with extremely high gold content.
The super boss who won the Wenhua Award just appeared on the show "So You're Still Here"?
"Hello everyone, I am Shangluo."
A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties walked in from the door, smiled and said hello to everyone in the room.
He is wearing a white training suit, with a straight body and a rosy complexion, but he has white hair. However, this white hair does not make him look old. If you look at him from behind, some people may even think that he is a young man in his prime.
of young adults.
"It's really Teacher Shang!" Lu Tianhua lost his voice.
As a dancer, he was excited to see Shangluo appear on the scene.
A sweet smile appeared on Wu Ying's face, "Welcome, Teacher Shangluo."
The brothers in the shed also hurriedly applauded to welcome Shangluo's arrival.
Although several young people among them did not know this old man with white hair and white clothes at all, they could roughly guess this Shangluo's status in the dance world by looking at the excited expressions on the faces of the three dancers.
"Well, let me ask. With a mere 320 firepower, can we really ask Teacher Shang to be our instructor?"
Huang Dafu, who had just thought that "the money was not wasted", now began to feel that his 320 firepower was not worth it.
How virtuous and capable I am...
Wu Ying smiled and said: "Of course you can. It's just that these three hundred and two can only be exchanged for one day of guidance from Teacher Shang."
This price made Zhou Ziwu click his tongue when he heard it.
As expected of Shangluo, even he and his teammates, the tribe with the most firepower, could only treat him for four days.
expensive.
too expensive!
"What can we do in one day?" Huang Dafu's team members began to protest, "Our tribe is a tribe of five people. In one day, Teacher Shang may not even be able to remember our names. If we can't complete the stage task by then, what can we say?
, I’m just afraid that the audience at the concert won’t buy it.”
Faced with the players' protests, Wu Ying was not threatened at all: "If the firepower is not enough, you can go to the firepower town and complete the corresponding tasks to earn firepower."
Those tribes that were even "poorer" than Huang Dafu's tribe all lit up when they heard Wu Ying's words.
It turns out that you can still earn firepower points, why didn’t you tell me earlier?
They feel that the time has come for them to earn firepower, hire a super boss to be their instructor, and become the master.
Zhou Ziwu secretly shook his head.
This rule seems to be a benefit for tribes with low firepower, but there is one most important thing that has not been mentioned - time.
There are only fifteen days left before the second concert. It can be said that every day, every hour, and even every minute cannot be wasted.
Spend all your time earning firepower, even if you hire the highest-level instructor in the entire literary and art world to write the most powerful dance and the most awesome song for you, if you don’t have time to familiarize yourself with it or practice it, it will all be in vain in the end.
?
However, even if those "poor" tribes know this truth, they still have to spend their time earning firepower points.
Because they don't earn enough firepower points, they can't hire instructors, and they lack creative ability, so they can only rely on instructors to complete tasks.
The consequence of this is that their final program completion will not be as good as those tribes that can afford to hire instructors from the beginning.
On the day of the concert, if their performance is not high enough, they will definitely not be favored by the audience, and their firepower will only continue to be at the bottom.
It seems that the program team is playing a game of law of the jungle and law of the jungle.
"Okay, Teacher Huang, do you want to continue Teacher Shang as your teacher?" Wu Ying asked.
Huang Dafu said without any hesitation, "Of course!"
In the following time, the instructors invited by the program team to guide the writing and composition of lyrics also appeared one by one.
Then, the brothers present experienced rounds of bombings.
All the songwriters and songwriters who are amazing in the industry were invited to the scene by the program crew.
Especially when the last middle-aged man named Ding Weijian appeared on the scene, the whole audience exploded.
Because Ding Weijian is Tan Miao's official lyricist. It can be said that Tan Miao's success today is inseparable from Ding Weijian's lyrics.
Ding Weijian's guide price is even more exorbitant than Shangluo's 320/day, reaching 380/day.
Unfortunately, this price was not set by the program team, but was shouted out by the idiot who made the first bid...
Twenty minutes later.
The dust has settled on the instructors of the eight tribes.
"Teacher Fang Qin, does your tribe really not need a mentor?"
Hearing Wu Ying's question, before Fang Qin had time to speak, he heard Huang Dafu next to him saying: "Yes, Teacher Fang, please give me one. Why do you have so much firepower? It doesn't have to be equal to zero. It can only be used."
It’s yours.”
Other groups also advised: "Yes, Teacher Fang, please."
"I know you have Zhou Ziwu, but if you hire another instructor, wouldn't it be equivalent to having double insurance? Why not?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The other groups are holding back their thoughts and want to consume the firepower of Fang Qin tribe.
When everyone has only dozens or even single-digit firepower, only their tribe has four-digit firepower. How can this make other people feel balanced?
Fang Qin shook his head and said with a smile: "No, we have Zhou Ziwu. Although the instructor we invited may be a little higher, I choose to trust my teammates."
His words were quite modest, but the arrogance on his face made people hate him.
What's up with Zhou Ziwu? It would be great to have him, huh?
"..."
Well, it's really great to have him.
…
"Teacher Fang, let's discuss the creation of new songs together."
Half past ten in the evening.
Yan Bo, a new member of the Anti-Involution Alliance, took the initiative to visit the dormitory of four old members.
After the regrouping, the program team intended for each newly formed tribe to share a dormitory, but the brothers had already lived together for several days and got along relatively well in the dormitory, so none of them were willing to change.
The program team was originally asking for everyone's opinions. Since it was unanimously opposed by everyone, of course they just let it go and let them go.
Looking at this "cute newcomer" with an excited face, Fang Qin felt very strange.
Didn't you and your teammates always act like you were in a big mood and eat your best food? Why did you become so active when you switched to our group?
However, it is always good to be motivated.
Fang Qin smiled slightly, "Don't worry, this is brother Zhou's job, we can just wait."
Yan Bo glanced at Zhou Ziwu, who was sitting at the desk, supporting his head with his hands, leaving his back in meditation. He couldn't help but lower his voice and pointed to him. Fang Qin said: "Teacher Fang, what is he writing?
"
Fang Qin smiled and nodded.
Yan Bo stared at Zhou Ziwu's back for a while and found that he seemed to have maintained this posture for so long, almost not moving.
Seeing that he seemed to be lost in thought, Yan Bo suggested again: "Teacher Fang, why don't we all discuss it together. Only by brainstorming and collision of ideas can a spark called inspiration be produced."
"I looked at other tribes before I came here, and they and their instructors did the same thing. Although we can't help him write, it should be no problem to provide him with some ideas."
Regarding his proposal, Fang Qin laughed, "Xiaoyan, you really don't have to worry, trust him, have you forgotten the song "Love Must Have a Last Resort"?"
When Fang Qin reminded Yan Bo, he remembered it.
It took Zhou Ziwu two days to write the song "Love Is Unavoidable", and also under the premise that the program team restricted the theme to "First Meeting Concert", he wrote it in two days during the break of practice.
came out.
And this time, it's the same situation.
Maybe, I really should trust Zhou Ziwu for once?
"winter!"
There was a sound of collision between the forehead and the table.
Everyone in the room looked towards Zhou Ziwu.
At this time, Zhou Ziwu was seen rubbing his forehead with his hands.
Obviously, the sound just now was made by him.
Fang Qin looked away and then met Yan Bo's questioning gaze.
Although he didn't say anything, Fang Qin had already understood his meaning from his eyes: Teacher Fang, didn't he say that he was writing a song?
"Haha." Fang Qin smiled awkwardly, "It's a good balance between work and rest. It's quite late. Xiaoyan, you should go back to bed. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
With that said, he half hugged and half pushed Yan Bo away.
On the way back to the dormitory.
Yan Bo thought about joining a new tribe today and what he saw and heard during this trip to the dock.
He always felt that the four who were regarded as role models by all his brothers wanted to spend all their meal time practicing. The four most hard-working members of the entire program should not be like this.
Thinking back to when they first entered the house, except for Zhou Ziwu, the other three were all lying on the bed, scrolling through their phones. The only one who looked like he was working had been sitting there sleeping for who knows how long.
Yan Bo raised his head and looked at the bright lights in the corridor.
What kind of team have I joined?
Why do you feel that this group of people eats and drinks better than the previous freewheeling band?
…
Half past six in the morning.
The alarm sounds to start a new day.
"Captain, I'm so touched. I didn't expect that you could continue to take us to eat and drink well after joining another tribe."
Yan Bo, who was going down the stairs, heard this and said with some embarrassment: "Yongwen, don't say that, you are the captain now. And I just joined another tribe, it doesn't mean we can't continue to eat together."
"But if you eat with us, Teacher Fang will feel that your body is gone, but your heart is with us." Ji Shaogeng said.
While several people were talking, they had already arrived at the breakfast server.
Yan Bo took a piece of millet and pumpkin porridge and handed it to him and said with a smile: "No, I just went to call their dormitory and knocked on the door, but they haven't gotten up yet."
Ji Shaogeng took the porridge and said in disbelief: "Really or not?"
This incident had an impact on him no less than when he was in middle school when he saw the student in the class get a multiple-choice question wrong that the whole class answered correctly.
Why is this a metaphor? Because at this time, the restaurant is almost full.
The Gangfanren band, who are usually either the first or the second to arrive, actually couldn't even be ranked among the top three when it came to cooking. And the four-piece Involvement group who usually started practicing early in the restaurant, today actually
Haven't gotten up yet.
"Brother Huang, why do you all get up so early?" Yan Bo asked curiously.
Huang Dafu said helplessly: "We don't want to, but Teacher Shangluo only has one day of instruction, and it started yesterday and ended in the afternoon. Time is precious, so of course it can't be wasted. Don't you get up very early too."
Yan Bo laughed and said: "We are different, we are here to eat."
"Who doesn't want to eat?" Huang Dafu shook his head and said, "I won't tell you anymore. We have to finish eating quickly and go to meet Teacher Shangluo."
…
It's half past eight in the morning.
The closed dormitory door of Fang Qin tribe finally opened.
Zhou Ziwu put on his sportswear, came out of the house, and quietly closed the door.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When I came to the huge living room downstairs, I found that Yan Bo was the only one sitting there, looking steadily ahead, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
With his indifferent smile and indifferent aura, he was like a living Bodhisattva.
"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you? Why are you sitting here alone? Where are the others?"
Yan Bo turned his head, clasped his hands together, and looked at him with a smile, "It's Ziwu. I'm fine. The other tribes have gone to communicate with their respective instructors."
Zhou Ziwu nodded, "That's right."
"You haven't had breakfast yet, I'll get it for you." After saying that, he got up and went to the bar to get breakfast for Zhou Ziwu.
Zhou Ziwu said: "No, I just put some food on my stomach and am going to go for a run first. I will eat after the run."
Yan Bo broke through the power, put down his hands, and asked: "Are you still running? Is now the time to run?"
"Uh...Brother Yan."
Yan Bo took a deep breath and clasped his hands together again, "Forget it, eat well, drink well and be in good health. You can't lack everything. I'll run with you."
"..."
…
"Brother Yan, how does it feel to run with the wind without direction?"
Outside the big villa.
Yan Bo could no longer maintain his Buddha Light form. He put one hand on his waist and gasped: "It's... quite good. If you don't make so many turns, it would... be better. No,
I can't do it anymore, you can run away by yourself, I'll watch you run from the side."
After saying that, he stopped, walked to the foot of a wall, held on to the wall, panting and looked at Zhou Ziwu, who was walking five steps with a small step, and ten steps with a big step. He didn't know that young people today have changed too much.
Come on, I'm still getting old and can't keep up with the times.
He has never heard of running with the wind, this kind of running method.
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