Chapter 11 Innocence is feigned, suspicion is real
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Li Ronghao came over to give them their first vocal lesson.
After a few words of greeting, Li Ronghao didn't waste much time and asked them to step forward one by one to sing the theme song.
Ning Luo suddenly raised his hand and asked for a fight.
Li Ronghao’s mung bean-sized eyes suddenly lit up, signaling him to start his performance.
Under the strange gazes of several other people, Ning Luo looked at the lyrics list and took a deep breath.
The lyrics and music of this song are not nutritious. It is a standard Peninsula-style brain-dead dance song, but it does not delay Ning Luo from showing off his skills at all.
He is going to use 120% of his strength to give them a little mental pollution.
“Hey, I will be close to you in the next second
The dream is ready”
...
The clear and ethereal voice slowly flowed out, directly penetrating everyone's eardrums, and stimulating the trainees' brains.
Just listen to Ning Luo's voice, which is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, sometimes low and gentle. Every note is accurately grasped, and every turn is handled just right.
The treble part is like a meteor streaking across the night sky, bright and stunning;
The bass part is like a bottomless lake, mellow and steady.
The more they continued to listen, the greater the pressure on these people became.
With their little professional knowledge, they can only use one word to evaluate.
Perfect!
But!
It’s just such a rubbish dance song. Can you use so many techniques to dance on a horse?
You are showing off your awesomeness here! !
At the end of the concert, Li Ronghao stood up and applauded vigorously, his face full of appreciation.
Others cursed secretly, but they had to smile and applaud.
“Great!”
“bravo is not meaty~”
"It's so handsome, my scalp goes numb when I sing!"
After they finished playing, Li Ronghao praised Ning Luo from the beginning to the end from a professional perspective.
"Really, I feel like I have nothing to teach you. In terms of singing skills, you are better than many professional singers."
Ning Luo had a shy smile on his face , hurriedly waved his hands and said: "No, no, I am far behind my predecessors, and there is still a lot to learn."
Li Ronghao looked at the young man in front of him with admiration, and couldn't help but sigh that the younger generation is formidable.
Although he didn't know where Ning Luo would go in this show, he had a strong feeling that this boy's name would definitely be in the entertainment industry in the future.
And this future is not too far away.
After Ning Luo finished his performance, the other seven trainees from Class A looked at each other, and no one took the initiative to stand out.
At this time, if you stick to your neck, you will definitely be crushed by Ning Luo's god-level performance just now.
They are very good at their singing skills.
It's okay to bully the toy car players from Class D and Class F who are just messing around, but compared to players at the dump truck level like Ning Luo. .
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Maybe you can only fight it in your dreams.
It has to be a sweet dream.
What's more, in the past two days, most of their energy has been focused on dancing, and they have hardly practiced singing.
The long career as a trainee and the company's courses have taught them that in the domestic entertainment and idol professions, the bonus of dancing is far greater than that of singing.
After all, you can sing with half the mic on or even without the mic on, but dancing can’t.
Li Ronghao understood their thoughts, but he didn't care and just clicked on one.
His time is limited, and he has no time to play wink games with them here.
Justn, who was named, took two steps forward, took a few deep breaths, and started singing.
Ning Luo, who had been observing everyone's expressions calmly, was keenly aware that Li Ronghao's brows furrowed slightly, while the expressions of other trainees gradually relaxed.
Perhaps he also noticed the change in Li Ronghao's expression. Justn's voice became tighter and tighter, the rhythm became faster and faster, and finally it broke directly.
Ning Luo gave himself a thumbs up in his mind.
Sure enough, the tactic of striking first, using your own strengths to directly attack the opponent's weaknesses, occupying a high position psychologically, and forcing the opponent to look up to you is effective wherever you put it.
This is what he realized when he had many verbal disputes with Zhang Ruonan.
Taking the lead and performing with all his strength not only caused psychological pressure on other trainees in Class A, but also raised Li Ronghao's evaluation standards. Then through Li Ronghao's reaction, he continued to suppress the trainees.
I don’t know how effective it can be, but it is enough.
A little adds up to a lot.
He has always been very patient when it comes to foreplay.
As long as his black men are quick and ruthless enough, there will always be a time when they can break through their defenses and catastrophize.
After pointing out the areas for improvement one by one, Li Ronghao transferred to Class B to continue the class.
The practice room fell into silence.
The crowd did not practice, but walked to the wall and sat together in small groups, chatting in low voices, because soon instructor Cheng Xiao would come to give them dance lessons.
Ning Luo walked aside alone, holding the lyrics sheet and memorizing the lyrics silently, when he accidentally caught a pair of unkind eyes.
Looking at Ding Zeren who was staring at him with disgust, Ning Luo felt calm but looked at him with a confused and innocent expression on his face.
Innocence is pretended, suspicion is real.
Is this a fool?
Didn’t he know that there was a camera in the practice room filming 24 hours a day?
Although I just took a little action, I wouldn't act so naked in front of the camera. .
With this mentality, Yuehua felt comfortable letting him come out to participate in the show.
It is most likely the character of Green Leaf.
Maybe we can take advantage of it?
As soon as the thought came to an end, a clear sound sounded in Ning Luo's mind.
【Ding! 】
[Task trigger: Defeat the Dingze people! play hard! 】
[Mission introduction:
There is no doubt that he is a fool.
But is it possible that the entertainment industry is full of such idiots? 】
The end justifies the means?
Tsk~
What he likes most is to do whatever it takes.
It would be better if you could use your tongue.
Just when Ning Luo was thinking wildly, the door to the practice room was pushed open from the outside, and then, a bright little head poked in.
Everyone stood up in a hurry to say hello.
Cheng Xiao was wearing a burgundy sportswear today. Her long, slightly curly hair was tied into a ponytail and tied behind her head. As she moved gently, a few scattered strands of hair hung naturally on both sides of her face. She adds a touch of softness without losing youthful vitality.
"Hello~"
Cheng Xiao waved to them as he walked, smiling sweetly, and seemed to glance at Ning Luo casually, then immediately looked away.
"How's your practice going?"
"Not bad."
"It's a bit difficult."
Listening to everyone's responses, Cheng Xiao glanced at Ning Luo, who was silent, and thought for a while, "How about we dance together first and see how everyone is doing? How's the progress?"
"Okay."
As the music started, the eight people were divided into two rows and danced to the rhythm.
Cheng Xiao stood in front of the mirror, watching their movements intently, and from time to time gave guidance with a soft voice.
After dancing completely twice, Cheng Xiao called them to stop, his expression looking a little serious.
"To be honest, Class A doesn't give me a particularly good feeling. It's not as good as Class B. Why don't some people memorize the moves yet?"
Said, Cheng Xiao's eyes moved to Chen Linong, "You haven't practiced dancing, have you?"
Chen Linong seemed to be a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "I have practiced for two months..."
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Seeing his "weak and accepting" behavior, Ning Luo pursed his lips hard to suppress the discomfort in his stomach.
The greasy and artificial smell that only belongs to a crooked little boy is too strong.
It’s even worse than Cai Xukun’s “Short oil~what are you doing~~” when he was preparing to mine yesterday!
The corners of Cheng Xiao's red lips twitched slightly, and Ning Luo's sunny smiling face suddenly appeared in his mind. He glanced at the principal in front of him with his peripheral vision, and then reluctantly dismissed it. The stench made her physically uncomfortable.
Bah!
If it weren't for the director's request, do you think I would give you a good look?
After cursing secretly, Cheng Xiao forced out a helpless smile, "Then you've actually made quite rapid progress, but it's not enough. You're far behind the others. Come on."
Then, Cheng Xiao looked at Ning Luo again, the smile on his face became a little sweeter unconsciously, and his voice became much gentler.
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(End of this chapter)