MTL - Cāi Cāi-Chapter 13 Act 2 "Hairspray Star Dream" ⑥

If audio player doesn't work, press Reset or reload the page.

Act 2 "Hairspray Star Dream" 6

Xiang Gui officially joined the Sound Motion Jiuxiao Broadcasting Troupe. I thought that soon there would be tasks assigned, but when I waited and waited, I waited until the group chats and farts day by day.

The radio troupe is too different from what he imagined.

Those well-known staff who are famous in the circle for their high-coldness are arrogant in private and terrible. In the group, there are only three things discussed everyday: have you eaten, have you bought them, and have you opened them up?

If you do n’t watch the group for a few minutes, the group chat message will be 99+.

Even if Guess can watch the screen every day, they can't keep up with the speed of changing topics. I can only stand there wronged and embarrassed, looking forward to Qingyun can speak in the group.

He joined the sound of Jiuxiao, and had only one goal, which was to get close to the great **** Wang Qingyun he worshiped. But when he knew him and had his q / q number, he couldn't help but want more.

He hopes to record a love song for Wang Qingyun's radio drama. He hopes that his id can be arranged side by side with him, and he wants him to remember his voice.

Xiang Gu desperately wanted to express himself. But in the group, no one was there, talking or drama! !!

Xiang Gui was crazy, Xiang Gui went violent, Xiang Gui finally understood why Qi Ji always complained that the speed of the drama in the circle was too slow, Tiankeng one by one.

Because they would rather pick their feet than fill their pits ...

He wanted to ask in the group several times if there was a need to record the plot song, but he was afraid that he would rush to influence the atmosphere of the fish in the group. After thinking about it, he could only turn to the god.

Xiang Gu was disturbing the male **** to rest, and he calculated the time difference, and found a time sooner or later, and opened the dialog box of Wang Qingyun.

guess: Yunda, are you there?

Yiming Qingyun: Now, what's wrong?

guess: [poor Wang Wang] .jpg

Guess: Well ... when can I record a song?

On the other side of the ocean, Tan Yiming looked at the words sent by the boy, and raised the corner of his mouth with a smile.

Only Xiao Mengxin wants to work so enthusiastically and enthusiastically. After a long time, it will become a salty fish that can't be poked, how long it can be dragged.

Yiming Qingyun: If it is an ordinary cover, you can record at any time if you want to record yourself. There are a lot of excellent post in the group.

Yiming Qingyun: [Touching the head] .jpg

Yiming Qingyun: Your mouth is sweeter, staff will help you.

Tan Yiming misunderstood the meaning of Xiang Guai. Some newcomer cover singers, because there are not many fans on their account, will record the song to the official account of the radio drama society to help release.

But the boy's answer was unexpected.

guess: no no!

guess: [strong dog shaking his head] .jpg

geuss: Yunda, do you need to record the theme song for your radio drama?

Tan Yiming then knew what the kid meant.

It is a pity that now there is only one hole in his hand to fill in, and the theme song is recorded by another cover singer, and they have already spoken.

Tan Yiming saw that the boy sent out several puppies' frustrated expression packs in a row, and wanted to reach out and grunt the fur on the dog's head.

Yiming Qingyun: [Touching the head] .jpg

Yiming Qingyun: There are several dramas in the group looking for cover singers. Just contact the planner directly. I remember that "xxxx drama" is very urgent.

A grateful "thank you" to Guess.

He wanted to tell Wang Qingyun that he didn't want to record songs at all, but wanted to record songs for Wang Qingyun's radio dramas.

But he was so good-looking, he couldn't even say such a shame.

Across the screen of a mobile phone, people far away from the earth have no way to know Xiang Guai's thoughts, nor can they see Xiang Guai's lonely expression.

Yiming Qingyun: Right, it's just over five in the morning on your side right now?

Yiming Qingyun: Why did you get up so early?

Guess: It's not too early!

Guess: I am doing morning exercises ~

Yiming Qingyun: Morning Gong?

Holding the phone to Guess, typing letter by letter.

Guess: I'm a dancer. I have to get up early to practice dance.

Yiming Qingyun: Dance student? You sing so well, I thought you were learning vocal.

"No." Xiang Gu guessed while typing, "I'm a ballet learner."

Yes, even though Xiang Guai's life is filled with vocal music, piano, and performance, in his heart, he still stubbornly considers himself a ballet dancer.

Even if he could no longer wear ballet training suits, and even if his ankles could no longer support him to spin up and take off, he still refused to give up the title.

In order to make the movements accurate, Xiang Gui had long lost track of how much sweat he had fallen in the classroom, and even how many pairs of dance shoes he had worn. He is only seventeen years old, but he has been dancing for twelve years.

In the basic dance step of ballet, there is an action called "Attius". It is derived from the French "attitude", and the Chinese translation is "crane dance".

The dancer is stretched on one leg, standing on toes or forefoot support, the other leg is raised to the rear, and the knee is slightly bent. At the same time, the upper body stretched upright, arms extended to the distance ...

Sophisticated and immortal, a perfect "Attius" must be elegant and noble.

A seemingly simple Attius, he will be there for a long time, the legs are so weak that the movements are so high, and the ankles that support all the weight of the body are shaking and shaking.

Fortunately, all these efforts are meaningful. On the stage, he seemed to be noble, a swan spreading his wings, and an elegant crane.

... but after that accident, he can no longer make Atti lost.

Only he knew how many steel nails were implanted in his feet, and how painful he was when he recovered. The doctor said that, almost a bit, he was afraid he couldn't even stand up.

Weak ankles simply cannot support high-intensity professional ballet training. Whether it's Atticus, Butteman, releve, or those violent jumps and swift spins ... he tried, but he quickly fell to the ground with trembling.

At that moment, he discovered with fear and fragility that he was no longer the ballet prince standing in the center of the stage and petted by the spotlight.

He hadn't told anyone these words, and Qi Qi didn't even tell him. Because he always believed that grief belongs to him, he didn't need to tell others his pain and force others to share for himself.

But in the face of Wang Qingyun, when he felt the gentle care of the man, he did have a moment, and wanted to tell this "stranger" far away in the sky.

But in the end, he stopped. He didn't want to let the sadness upset affect the good mood now.

He grinned smirkly at the chat records of the two, his fingers flying.

Yiming Qingyun: Ballet?

Yiming Qingyun: It seems I misunderstood you.

guess: what's wrong?

Yiming Qingyun: Do you know that the feeling you give me is especially similar to those expression packs you often send, so I always think you are a puppy.

Yiming Qingyun: Unexpectedly, it was a little swan.

Guess: ...

Xiang Gu suddenly felt a little thirsty in his throat.

Because of the well-known "Swan Lake", many people will affectionately call them "little swan" when they see girls wearing ballet tutu skirts.

But Xiang Guai is a boy. No one has ever called it that way.

He thought he would dislike this somewhat feminine title.

But-"Little Swan", "Little Swan".

These three words rolled on the tip of the tongue, choked to Guai, and laughed quietly.

At six o'clock, the bell of the class echoed in the classroom, not far away, Qi Qi, who was consuming a leg, whispered, "Xian Guai, put your phone away! Teacher is coming!"

This is the first time I have been doing morning exercises since I transferred to the new class in Guess. I must not be caught lazy by the teacher.

The boy was too late to type, and hurriedly pressed the record button to send a voice message.

Xiang Gui whispered into the microphone and said, "Yunda, don't talk anymore! We're going to class !!!"

He quickly opened the emoji packet bar, and wanted to send his favorite dog emoji, but thinking of what Wang Qingyun just said, he took a finger and chose the “penguin waving goodbye” emoji that comes with q / q.

... Anyway, penguins and swans are all geese.

At the same time that the emoji flew out, a blue voice box appeared on the screen.

That was a farewell voice from Wang Qingyun.

Tap your fingertips.

The man laughed and whispered in his ear--

-"Come on, my little swan." 2k novel reading network

RECENTLY UPDATES
Read Dual Cultivation God Returns
FantasyEasternRomanceReincarnation