"Sooyoung~" Hyoyeon wiped his "tears" and ran towards Sooyoung.
At this time, Xiuying was holding a bag of potato chips and talking to Yoona and Xiaoxian. When she saw Hyoyeon running towards her with her arms outstretched, she quickly stretched her hand forward to signal her to stop.
"Oh~ Really, what are you blocking?" Hyoyeon pointed at Xiuying, with no trace of tears on his face.
"Looking at the way you looked like a** just now, it would be weird if I didn't stop you." Taking a bite of potato chips, Xiuying answered very calmly. Yoona was laughing on the side, and Xiaoxian also smiled.
"Hing~" Sika walked over holding hands with Yuli from behind, looked at Xiaoyuan's appearance and snorted at her unconsciously.
"Tch," Hyoyeon wrinkled his nose and did not reply.
Someone has already begun to perform on the stage. It should be that the contestant does not have an eye-catching talent. The audience under the stage is bustling, and their attention is not entirely focused on the contestant.
"Ah, it's Teacher Yu Yongzhen! I feel like I haven't seen him a few times except for a few specific competitions." Xiaoyuan was very surprised when he looked at Teacher Yu Yongzhen who was judging at the judges' table. This
As the chief composer in the company, Hyoyeon feels a bit mysterious in his heart. After all, he is the composer who single-handedly created s·m·p, and Hyoyeon hopes to learn from him.
"Teacher Yu Yongzhen sometimes comes to give us lectures, okay?" Sika turned to look at Xiaoyuan, blinked and said, "Oh, by the way..." without continuing.
Hyoyeon, who rolled his eyes, completely understood what she wanted to say.
Alas, really, one and two are like this...
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"So boring..." Hyoyeon lay on Yuri's shoulder, silently watching the contestants on the stage jumping up and down.
By the way, this is a selection competition, okay! Besides, it's still the preliminary round, so there's no need to be so anxious to show off your abilities! It's still not a very good level.
Hyoyeon expressed his contempt for the boy on stage now.
After all, it's just a selection competition, and it's not the kind where you can debut directly if you win. It doesn't feel right to "go all out" like this in the preliminary round.
Oh! This boy is so tall! But why is his voice so... girly?
Oh! This girl dances well!
Uh, is this person a man or a woman?
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All in all, Xiaoyuan and the others, who had almost all participated in the selection in those years, watched the selection competition as bystanders. They commented, made noises, talked and laughed.
Young people who are older or younger than them, but all have dreams and aspirations, have stepped onto this stage. No matter what the result is, they have worked hard.
Taking advantage of the short break, Xiaoyuan went to the bathroom. People were coming and going, and he tried to drag Sika along but was rejected by her.
"Oh, really, one by one..." Xiaoyuan stood in front of the mirror and fiddled with his head, mumbling something in his mouth.
"Huh?" Xiaoyuan turned his head and saw a little girl with white hair anxiously wandering in front of the bathroom door, looking at the watch on her wrist from time to time, looking very anxious.
What's wrong? Did you forget to bring the instrument? Hyoyuan shook the water on his hand and thought randomly. After all, performing an instrument can be regarded as a talent. However, this girl is so small and has, uh, a somewhat round body.
I can't imagine what musical instrument she can play...
Ah, that girl still has a number tag on her and looks like she's about to go on stage.
After walking out of the bathroom, Hyoyuan looked at the girl unconsciously and found that the girl was also looking at her.
Without pausing, he walked to the girl who was looking around. Xiaoyuan thought for a while, smiled and extended his thumb to her.
"fighting!"
The girl seemed stunned for a moment, and she hesitated for a while before bending down to thank her.
"T...Thanks!"
Hyoyuan blinked, as if he understood something, held back a smile, patted her shoulder, and walked towards the stage.
The girl was left with only a golden shawl back.
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"What's wrong?" Sika looked at Xiaoyuan strangely, who felt something was wrong when she came back from the bathroom. Xiaoyuan was playing with her own gold and rubbing her nose with the tip.
"Xika," Xiaoyuan, who was awakened by Xika's words, asked her with some doubts, "Do I really look like a foreigner?"
Tilting his head, Hyoyeon continued: "I went to the bathroom just now and met a little girl who seemed to be competing without an instrument. So I encouraged her. I said 'fighting' to her, and who knew she actually responded to me?
Saying 'thanks'...can't she say kangsangmida (thank you in Korean)?"
"Pfft, haha~~~" Sika and Yuli who heard this behind Hyoyeon couldn't help laughing.
It's such a burden. It's such a burden.
"Yeah! You're so fashionable that you scare others! Look at this gold and rivet outfit, it's totally hip-hop style." Yuri hugged Hyoyeon from behind and pointed to her long hair with a slight burden.
He even touched the clothes on his body with his fingertips, which were actually just "rivets" sewn out of cloth.
"Hey~~~" Xiaoyuan shook his body unhappily and wanted to throw Yuli off, but she hugged her tighter. "No way, last time I lent you some clothes, you weren't willing to take them off. You almost took them off."
The clothes are too big."
"Hee hee," Youli smiled and stuck out her tongue, and her shallow figure eight lines were revealed, "You change your color once a week, so you have the nerve to tell me." After all, who can't do it?
"No way!" Xiaoyuan glared angrily, "You haven't changed it for three weeks, okay? You will be legally responsible for spreading rumors!" There are disadvantages to being exposed often. Xiaoyuan has already begun to turn around, so Xiaoyuan
Yuan's mother ordered her not to do this again, and she would need her permission before dyeing.
"Shh~~~" Sika and Yuri were speechless by Hyoyeon's "righteous words". This little sister is really...
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Kim Taeyeon feels very unlucky.
I originally made an appointment with some classmates I met from Teacher Zheng Chunyuan last month to participate in this year's best youth selection competition. I was tossing and turning last night and didn't sleep well at all. But who knew that this morning, until
She had already arrived at the venue, and those classmates called her one after another, as if they had made an appointment, saying that they were not going.
Alas!!!!!! Kim Taeyeon was really full of exclamations at that time. She almost even forgot the song she had prepared for a month.
She seemed to have received the entry number in a daze, and it wasn't until the contestants in the first part were almost finished performing that Kim Taeyeon finally came to her senses.
The first time she woke up, Kim Taeyeon's claws were numb. Her heart was beating rapidly, and her fair skin was a little red.
Wandering back and forth outside the bathroom, Kim Taeyeon did the psychological counseling taught to her bit by bit by the teacher to calm herself down. But looking at her watch from time to time still revealed her inner nervousness.
At this moment, Kim Taeyeon saw a girl with golden, uh, black eyes walking out of the bathroom.
Foreigner? Mixed race?
Kim Taeyeon, who was a little blinded by her golden glitter, unexpectedly gave her a thumbs up and said "fighting!"
Uh, Kang... Uh, how do you say Kangsangmida in English? Ah, T...Thanks!
The golden girl blinked, as if she understood something, held back her laughter, patted her shoulder again, and walked towards the stage.
Kim Taeyeon also blinked and looked at the back of the girl with a golden shawl...
