Xu Fei handed the organized registration form to him. A staff member tapped the play button, and the video material on the big screen immediately started playing.
A girl wearing a black T-shirt, a smoky suit, and tattoos on her arms appeared on the screen, "My name is Shen Xiaoning, I am twenty years old, and my home is in Tianjin."
"Shen Xiaoning, may I ask why you came to participate in the Chinese Idol audition?"
"Because I want to make money, I want to be famous, I need a chance!"
Hearing these words, Leng Zimo felt like a thunder exploded in his mind. He and Ben didn't hear what the person named Shen Xiaoning said or sang next.
His head hurt so much, and a pleasant voice suddenly sounded in his mind, saying the same thing.
"Because I want to make money, I want to be famous, I need a chance!"
Then, the voice sang.
"What you say is false, and your affectionate promises are drifting away in the west wind.
Idiots talk in their dreams, my loving support is like a withered and withered flower.
Like a spark that ignited a prairie fire, my passionate eyes once lit up the most brilliant sky.
Bolt from the blue, you ruthlessly let go, when I needed you most
…”
Leng Zimo stared at the big screen in front of him, but he didn't see Shen Xiaoning, he saw someone.
It was a girl with a slim figure. She was wearing a white shirt. There were lights on the shirt, which looked like it was glowing. She was wearing light blue jeans and was as clean as the clear sky after the rain. He tried to think I wanted to see her face clearly, but it was blurry.
"Damn it!"
Holding his head, he growled lowly.
"Mr. Leng?!" Noticing Leng Zimo's strange expression, Xu Fei shook his arm worriedly, "What's wrong with you?!"
The eyes of several staff members at the table were all focused on Leng Zimo.
Leng Zimo came back to his senses and stood up from the chair irritably.
"You guys continue, I feel a little uncomfortable, I'm going to rest for a while."
Putting the registration form in his hand on the table, he turned and left the conference room.
"Let's continue!" Xu Fei took the registration form, "What do you think of Shen Xiaoning's singing?"
"Is this girl obviously trying to imitate others?" A staff member said in a disdainful tone, "She actually chose Miss Luo's lines from five years ago. She obviously wanted to use the opportunity to create hype."
"Oh, I mean, what she said is so familiar!" Another staff member sighed, "By the way, in the first season of "Chinese Idol", Miss Luo said the same thing when she signed up. If so, isn’t that why Mr. Leng is unhappy?”
Xu Fei knocked on the table lightly, "Okay, that's enough gossip. This Shen Xiaoning, just pass it, next one!"
The entire meeting lasted for more than three hours. By the time Xu Fei walked out of the conference room with the registration form of the fifty selected people, it was already dusk outside.
Holding the computer and folder in her arms, Xu Fei gently knocked on the door of Leng Zimo's office.
Inside the door, Leng Zimo crossed his hands on his chest, put his fingers on his chin, and stared at the direction of the door with a pair of dark eyes, his face full of contemplation.
He had been thinking carefully about what had just happened for several hours. The picture that just appeared in his mind was so profound that it was not like an illusion at all.
He had indeed heard someone say that sentence, but he couldn't remember who the girl was.
