After being reincarnated, he joined a top boy band and then lost it

Chapter 410: Chaoyin War 2

The recording location is a "studio" located in a new shooting base built two years ago in the southern suburbs of Shanghai. Although it is called a studio, it is actually divided into dormitory area, activity area, and performance area. It has two floors, each floor is 400 square meters, covering all activity spaces.

The air conditioner in the nanny car was turned on very high. After getting out of the car and dragging the light suitcases to bask in the sun, the three of them still felt a little cold, but soon they took the elevator and entered another space with a cool breeze.

Some people had already arrived early and placed their suitcases against the wall, so Song Shengshi and the others also lined up against the wall.

The meeting room was noisy. It was not yet the agreed time and not everyone was there, so people gathered in groups of three or four, some socializing and some playing with their phones.

Until the door of the conference room opened and two people walked in, the movement at the door naturally attracted some people's attention. The guy who was playing with his mobile phone looked up, was stunned, and his fingers stopped.

There was no other reason, it was just that the two people who came in had a temperament that was different from the other people at the scene. They were also very handsome, one had delicate and noble features, and the other was cold and gentle.

Both of them had faint smiles on their faces, and their eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement that were difficult to conceal.

This is also different from many people at the scene. Many people are just here to work. The director or some technicians are hitting someone's head with an A4 paper rolled into a stick, spitting saliva. Some people act like they don't care at all, playing games on their mobile phones with their hands held horizontally.

"It should be right here."

A clear and crisp boy's voice was heard, along with the sound of fabric rubbing against each other, and a shorter but well-proportioned boy walked out from behind the two of them.

Her hair is slightly curled, the corners of her eyes are slightly upturned, her shirt is half tucked into her high-waisted pants, and she has a refreshing smile.

The high spirits in his eyes conceal his ambition, which is to protect the two people behind him while also bringing them the best experience.

"Three big stars~" A stack of three information books was handed over. A boy about the same age as Song Shengshi and the others handed them the program script and pointed to three empty seats beside them.

"I've heard of you guys for a long time. You're really popular overseas! My sister heard that I was on a show with you three, and she pestered me for two weeks! Just to get me to ask you for your autographs!"

The boy was obviously a chatterbox. He kept talking and complained to Xu Minghao who was sitting next to him very skillfully: "Two weeks! For two whole weeks, my sister greeted me every morning and evening. I asked her to play King of Glory with me, and she actually agreed!" Then he looked at Song Shengshi and the other three with a resentful look.

"Tsk tsk, he's so handsome..."

Xu Minghao smiled but said nothing. Wen Junhui, on the other hand, became happy: "Are you playing King of Glory? Add some more."

The boy jumped up and said, "Fight, fight, fight! Not many of my classmates want to play."

"Are you a student?" Song Shengshi asked casually. Xu Minghao turned his head and glanced at Song Shengshi.

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself just now. I'm a graduate student at the Central South Conservatory of Music, and I play the cello! My name is Xu Muye." When talking about playing the cello, he smiled and raised his arms to squeeze his muscles. Although he was in an air-conditioned room, he was still only wearing a white vest, revealing his wheat-colored skin.

Song Shengshi was stunned, but the image of Mingyu flexing his muscles when helping him move the parcels flashed through his mind.

But Xu Minghao obviously misunderstood. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but there was a trace of pity in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind. He touched the back of Song Shengshi's neck and whispered, "It's okay. I'll accompany you to take the exam later."

“???” Song Shengshi looked over curiously. What was the test?

Wen Junhui has happily started adding Xu Muye on WeChat. Some musicians nearby saw this and gathered around him. Although they are not good at the same field, this does not affect their understanding of the foreign music scene. They are also aware that the current popularity of Seventeen overseas is simply not on the same level as their small-scale success in China.

Although there is no obvious wave in the country.

But we also have to look at the population base!! At least in their circle, it is really well-known.

A folk singer who had just scanned Wen Junhui's WeChat QR code was sighing and thinking: If their music had one percent of Seventeen's influence, he wouldn't have to worry about food and clothing, and he wouldn't have to work so hard to perform all the time.

The folk singer recalled his ideal state when he first entered the industry: releasing three albums a year. He would usually spend his days in a beautiful seaside courtyard, sniffing the sun-drying geisha at Panama's Emerald Manor while discussing music concepts with a classical beauty with long black hair.

Reality slapped him hard in the face. His album did not become a hit, and his musical philosophy did not gain the recognition of tens of millions of people as he had imagined.

While he was trying to raise money for his tenth album, his father was very angry with him and cut off all his financial support. So he had no choice but to start running various commercial activities. Since he was not popular, he could only make a little money from various corners.

However, a good thing about folk singers is that although they consider themselves noble, they are also willing to "bow their heads" for success. For example, this time he plans to consult with the members of the popular Asian boy band Seventeen, and try to understand how they touch the hearts of so many girls.

He listened to Seventeen's songs many times before coming here. Originally, he just wanted to study a few of the more popular songs, but he couldn't help but listened to one song after another.

Then he found he couldn't stop.

The songs at the top of the charts, the title songs, the included songs... one after another, I can't stop at all.

The car stereo was also playing a song by Seventeen, and I was swaying my body to the rhythm while driving.

He didn't realize the seriousness of the problem until he realized the seriousness of the problem.

He reluctantly added Wen Junhui on WeChat (in fact, he never plays King of Glory), and then he went to Xu Minghao and Song Shengshi to make some noises.

Xu Minghao and Song Shengshi looked at each other, and decisively put it into the "work" label.

Then the next second, the folk singer took out a notebook and said, "Ahem, um, can I sign it?"

The people around him burst into laughter. Xu Muye came up and put his arm around the folk singer's shoulders. "Xiao Tingting, who are you bringing the autograph for? I remember it's your only son."

The folk singer, Yue Ting, who didn’t like to lie, rolled his eyes and shook off Xu Muye’s arm: “Leave it to me, what’s wrong?”

Xu Muye smiled cheerfully: "It's okay, it's okay, can you sign one for me too? No, sign two, I want to keep one too!"

The surroundings became lively again, and everyone was noisy, asking Xu Minghao and the others

"Oh, I heard that many of you guys had plastic surgery, but it seems like you can't tell at all?"

The surroundings became quiet. Song Shengshi turned around and looked at two people who had been standing by the wall at some point. They were wearing loose oversized shirts, crotchless pants, and silver chains around their waists. One of them had frizzy long hair on his head, which was pressed down by his baseball cap, and a slightly disdainful expression on his face. The other one had a buzz cut and small eyes. He was wearing similar clothes to the long-haired man, except that he was wearing the baseball cap backwards.

Song Shengshi narrowed his eyes slightly. He had known that the two of them had come in. He had been standing by and staring at them, so he knew they were up to no good.

Xu Minghao also turned his head and stared at them with a frown. Then, after recognizing who had spoken, he was stunned for a moment and his eyes widened.

Wen Junhui didn't understand and responded very naturally: "Of course, we haven't had plastic surgery. But what you said just now is also wrong, what about our side and your side? We are also Chinese."

The long-haired rapper obviously didn't expect that he would be refuted to his face. He couldn't make it in the underground battle, so he made some raps in the style of a bitter pursuit of love. Unexpectedly, he accidentally grasped the password to traffic and became popular on short video platforms such as Tik Tok, Slow Hand, and Bilibili.

Netizens regard him as the "originator of pure love in rap", although there are many underground people who write songs to diss him for relying on traffic and not being sophisticated enough, but so what? They don't make as much as he does, they are just jealous of him.

The rapper who was over-hyped had already become arrogant, and was surrounded and praised by a group of people wherever he went. But when he came here, those "face-lovers" who only looked at faces only surrounded those three people. It was simply outrageous.

What is Korean Wave? Kpop? They are all low-brow stuff, relying on selling looks to attract female fans. I really don't know what's wrong with those female fans' brains to be attracted by such idiots.

(I revised the latter part many times, but I am still hesitant whether to publish it or not. I feel that some of the plots were affected by my mood at the time, and the hostility is a bit strong. I will modify it bit by bit and then release it)

(Hmm... some cool and face-slapping plots)

(Miki will appear)

(Please do not compare it with reality. I remember what I wrote at the beginning of my book, that all villains and negative characters are original. And because I feel that I have met more good people in reality, I may be distorted, one-sided, and stereotyped in the creation of negative characters. I will work hard to improve it.)