Chapter 1267 Lessons (Part 2)

Xia Song frowned, thinking about countermeasures and judging the opponent's intentions.

He looked inside the car again. Everything was normal, there were no signs of struggle, the driver's seat window had a ventilation gap as before, and the door was not locked. In other words, he could get out of the car at any time.

Very strange.

With thick confusion and vigilance rising in his heart, Xia Song couldn't figure out the intention of the mastermind behind the scenes. If this was a premeditated kidnapping, how could any kidnapper leave his target alone in the car without asking anything about it? , and even no restrictions on movement at all, but if it is not kidnapping, what is the situation now?

In addition, this time he came out of the Queen's Gate. Before getting on the bus, his external image was that of King's DJ "Zephiel" instead of "Thousand Colors" Xia Song. So, who is the other party targeting?

Xia Song pursed his lips into a straight line. Emperor is a well-known music and entertainment club in Longzhou with branches all over the country. His DJ side business is through the teacher's special contact channel. Where "Zephiel" appears depends on Xia Song himself. Wherever I have been recently, neither the location nor the number of performances are fixed. There is basically no situation of "a new DJ from a certain city's Emperor branch taking away everyone's business and causing jealousy".

Unless he got lucky and bumped into a rich lady who was really curious about what kind of face was under the "Zephiel" mask, so she made a special trip to see her true face. However, let's not mention how ridiculous this idea is. Returning to the current situation, it is impossible for the other party to find out that "Zephiel" is equal to "Thousand Colors" Xia Song and feel that he cannot afford to offend him, so he left him here and ran away. ?

Xia Song couldn't laugh.

Rather than making such outrageous inferences, it is better to think about the worst. For example, someone hidden behind the scenes unveiled the vest of "Zephiel" and took the opportunity to cause trouble. Maybe there are several hidden needles in the car now. Kong's camera was pointed at him, live broadcasting everything that was happening on the dark web - Xia Song's hand on the side of his leg trembled slightly, and he had the urge to reach into his gym bag, take out a mask and put it on.

Stop, don't scare yourself. He repeated in his mind with a stern face, trying hard to control his breathing which was already showing signs of disorder.

Think about it carefully, what are the benefits of taking action against "Xia Song"? Who else has vested interests?

Speculations more terrifying than "Dark Web Live Broadcast" gradually came to Xia Song's mind.

Disfigurement, broken bones, imprisonment, and even drug injection, there are many ways to destroy a member of an emerging idol boy band, and any one of them can destroy his career and cause a major blow to his group.

The debut concert date of "Thousand Colors" and "Not Gray" is approaching. As the stage manager and chief designer, Xia Song covers everything from overall layout, lighting and sound, stage design, song selection, to equipment testing and stage management. , all members rehearse, if any link is missing, it will cause immeasurable losses.

The importance of "one against a hundred" lies in that "one". Once Xia Song is absent, even if a hundred people are temporarily found to join forces to fill his vacancy, it is impossible to perfectly restore the chaotic debut concert to normal in a short period of time.

If you have an accident and cannot go on stage, or simply lose the ability to think and act, you will not even be able to do behind-the-scenes work...

Xia Song's throat was tight.

This was a crisis he had never expected. His mind was filled with heavy work. He considered and compared the positive or negative effects of each choice of stage details. His anxiety and expectations interacted with each other like the double helix of DNA. Wrapped around to climb up, he resisted the pressure and kept convincing himself not to rush. It was just a long preparation period. It was normal to not get feedback. It was normal to feel irritated because of the lack of response. If he couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to find some comfort, he went to the Emperor. Vent, but,

He never thought that he would be able to leave this huge project - a miraculous project that gathered the efforts and ideals of nine people, carried the expectations of tens of thousands of fans, and was almost a milestone in technology.

Xia Song's head buzzed.

Unprecedented panic swept through his mind. He bit his lips tightly, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and rationality struck his nerves like a dying struggle:

Wake up! The car has a location and so does your cell phone. Your original itinerary was to return to the training base. If you lose contact in this situation, not to mention Sister Liu and the company, Shi Yan and Qi Shuang will immediately notice that something is wrong and report it in time.

With Qinyi Technology here, there is no reason why everyone can't find you - you are "Thousand Colors" Xia Song, and all those with evil intentions towards you must weigh the energy behind you!

Xia Song took a deep breath and let it out again.

indeed so. He quickly calmed down, exited the emergency communication page on his phone, and turned on the recording function.

Again, if the instigator wants to do evil, he can do it while he is sleeping, and there is no need to waste time waiting for him to wake up safely in the car.

First, rule out the possibility of tearing the ticket, and secondly, rule out injuries such as disfigurement and fractures. If you think about it carefully, if the other party really does this, it will be equivalent to putting the conflict directly on the surface, and neither Xia Song's own family nor Liu Huajun will let it go.

After being frightened, Xia Song's mind became clearer and he soon realized that he had just entered into a misunderstanding. The design of the debut concerts of "Thousand Colors" and "Not Gray" involves Qin Yi Technology, which is a top secret among top secrets. His identity as the chief designer has never been leaked. "I understand the importance of Xia Song, so I struck accurately." "This kind of thing is just his spontaneous conjecture, and the opponent's starting point is probably not based on this.

Then the topic came back to what he or they wanted to do.

If they really wanted to mess up the debut concert, there was no need to do it a month in advance. It was too early and thankless. Not only would "Qian Se" not be caught off guard, but it would also be more cautious because of this accident.

Could it be that... the other party was just playing cat and mouse, and wanted to mess with him and see his mentality break down little by little?

Wait, mess with the mentality.

Xia Song narrowed his eyes suddenly and immediately thought of a possibility.

Luo Ling's revenge, huh.

His face was as gloomy as if a basin of ink was poured on his face. Anger rushed to his head, and was forcibly covered by calmness after a few breaths.

Too stupid, although it was not completely impossible... But how did Luo Ling know that "Zefeier" was "Qian Se" Xia Song? Moreover, what could this childish revenge method bring him?

Xia Song had already grasped the door handle with one hand. Although his thoughts had changed several times in a short period of time, it was only five or six minutes since he woke up.

After a slight hesitation, Xia Song pushed open the door and bent down to get out of the car.

If he didn't do anything to him right away, it meant that there was still room for discussion. In that case, he would see what the other side was doing - he didn't think so.

Xia Song walked around to the driver's seat in three or two steps, opened and closed the door and sat down in one go, the car started, and the searchlight lit up instantly.

Bye bye!

Xia Song stepped on the accelerator, subtly thankful that he had observed Liang Yixuan driving a few times when he was free, and then looked ahead and around with a serious expression, looking for the exit while searching for the driver's figure.

He heard a soft sigh.

The sound was very light, so light that it seemed like an illusion, but somehow it was close at hand, as if it was ringing in his ears. In an instant, Xia Song's scalp almost exploded and he almost turned the wrong steering wheel.

"Who?!"

Before he finished speaking, the car made a "click" sound, which was similar to the sound effect when the mobile phone was locked - it stopped automatically.

Xia Song's neck trembled, and his heart really trembled at this moment.

He took out the phone from his pocket and was about to call the police, but a new horror came before him. Something appeared on his phone screen, with only two words: Come here.

Another "click", and the car door was unlocked.

Xia Song, who was sitting in the driver's seat, moved his throat, feeling scared and... friendly about the strange changes in front of him.

In his impression, or in his cognition, only Qin Yi Technology can be so powerful.

He was more and more confused about what the current situation was. The person who sent the message did not urge him, but after a brief hesitation, he still got off the car obediently.

Turning on the flashlight on the phone, he shone it back and forth. There was only one door nearby, which was half-open. It was still dark inside. Even if Xia Song had good night vision, he couldn't see what was inside the door clearly.

"..."

Xia Song unconsciously lowered his eyelids, turned off the phone lighting, and restrained his presence.

He knew better than anyone that this was useless. Hiding in a crowd requires the presence of a crowd. He was the only one in this place, and he could not shrink himself into a cave.

Taking a deep breath, Xia Song simply quickened his pace.

He plunged headfirst into the deep sea.

In front of him was a pitch-black darkness. After losing his vision, his hearing became sharper. The singing from all directions made him feel like he was standing on the coast, listening to the singing of a mermaid lying on the rocks. However, in terms of the power of the singing, Xia Song would rather describe it as a siren than a mermaid - otherwise why would he feel more and more dizzy the more he listened?

The wordless melody continued softly, clearly a beautiful sound like a harp, but it was as if a bell was stuffed into Xia Song's brain. He became more and more dizzy, unable to find his balance, and unable to tell whether he was standing on the ground or a hamster wheel that kept spinning. He felt a little nauseous, but he couldn't vomit anything. When he realized it, he had collapsed a little bit, with his side face pressed against the cold tiles.

The long dream wrapped him up, one lucid dream after another.

The first thing that came was the scene deep in his memory, a strange and familiar feeling flooded into his limbs and bones, and the soul named "Xia Song" floated in the air like an out-of-body, overlooking the corner of the mall.

There was a beautiful child curled up there, who looked only two or three years old. There was no adult around him. In his field of vision, there were only the legs of pedestrians crossing and a few strange glances. His mind was blank, and he didn't know where he should go, nor did he know whether the feeling of wanting to cry but not being able to cry was confusion or fear. He shivered in the jungle of steel and concrete, and his sense of existence became thin without knowing it.

Don't find me - find me quickly - don't look at me, don't get close to me - mom will appear and take me home quickly -

Two completely opposite strong expectations collided in the fragile young body. From that distant moment, the contradictory temperament planted seeds in the cub's heart.

He began to understand the restraint and release of his breath. When he was afraid, he kept silent and escaped, thus avoiding the outside world's covetousness and noise and staying away from crises; when he longed to be seen, he was high-profile and fearless, easily attracting attention, as if he was born to be the center of the crowd; he hated trivialities and troubles, so he couldn't get motivated and would be lazy if he could; he would feel uneasy when facing the unknown, so his desire for control increased, and like a beast, he would occupy the territory of the people and things he identified, and he was disgusted by any form of infringement.

Then a familiar face appeared, and the shadow shrouded him and his desk, but when he looked up, he could see the sun's glow.

Shi Yan, more and more Shi Yan, this guy who Xia Song had long believed that "when he died, all the people in the revolving door were him" occupied all the memory scenes, Xia Song lying on the ground in the melodious There was a smile in the sound of the violin, and he heard the conversations that had also appeared in dreams before, childish and unconvinced——

"Why do you look for him every day?! Xia Song is boring. He's boring to death. It's not fun at all."

"——I won't let him take it away."

"ah?"

"I won't be snatched away by Xia Song, so you don't have to be so afraid, and don't worry that I won't play with you in the future."

"Uh, what are you talking about...!"

"Do you want to play basketball together this weekend? Ah, I will take Xia Song with me. What about you? If you don't want to, just say no. It's okay. If it's not convenient this time, we can make an appointment next time."

"...What...it sounds like I'm stingy..."

"That's right, anyway, it's up to you!"

The back in the memory exudes warmth, a somewhat rogue warmth, and is his sun.

The wheel of time "tick tock" passes through the years, and the boy's eyebrows gradually open up, and he transforms into a young man. What remains unchanged is that he is still surrounded by the lively crowd, and he still turns his head and calls after waving goodbye to so many friends. his name.

"Xia Song." "Xia Song..." "Xia Song——"

"Xia Song! Make your debut with me!"

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and Shi Yan opened the extracurricular books covering his face. A pair of bright eyes broke into his sight for many years, and he smiled brightly.

"……don't want."

"Hey——? Why?!"

"It's so troublesome."

"It will be a bit troublesome, but don't you think it's a very happy thing to be liked by others?"

"do not think so."

"Didn't the teacher ask us to write about what we want to do in the future that day? I thought about it for a long time, and then I realized that my biggest wish is to make more and more people happy because of me."

"Too greedy." But what you said is normal.

"Thinking about it again, there seems to be nothing more suitable than being an idol to realize such a dream! Oh! Stage! Lights! Singing and dancing handsomely! Bling buling! Then the audience applauded and screamed! From the beginning to the end With a smile!”

"Um."

"So - you come too - let's sign up together -"

"Not interested in."

"Come on, you are so handsome. It would be a pity not to let more people see your handsomeness -"

"I can be cool in a corner quietly."

"Uh-huh, but I can't do it without you!"

"..."

"Let's go together! The flyer of Yangliu Entertainment says that I need to train for at least two years. I definitely won't be able to persevere in learning to sing and dance without you by my side! Also, if I really succeed in debuting, I will perform on the stage. What should I do if I can’t see you when I look back? And there’s more—”

"good."

Step by step on the beach of memory are the footprints of the two of them. Shi Yan ran in front, but would always look back. He walked slowly behind, but would never fall behind.

The violin slowed down its playing, and the melody was like an affectionate dialogue. Each repeated passage outlined a dreamlike picture, flowing with a touch of pampered tranquility.

The sandy soles of his feet moved forward with a "clack-clack" sound, and a series of assessment report cards fell on the desk. The bright red seals were pressed down continuously, "Passed", "Passed", "Passed", "Signed" "...The cross-country flight slowly took off and landed in a land with a twelve-hour time difference from my hometown. The next three years were long and short. The calendar turned a thousand pages, and the photo wall was gradually filled with photos. The corners were also the cleanest. The place next to it shows two people sleeping in each other's arms on the dance studio floor.

After returning home, new faces appeared, and one after another, and the days that were not very good were changed by the arrival of that teacher. From then on, the world suddenly broke through, and ambitions and visions bloomed like buds, floating out into the air. A unique fragrance.

Xia Song, who was indulging in a sweet dream, had his lips raised more and more. He remembered that day. It was a very important day. The scribbled idea was approved by the teacher. From then on, it was no longer limited to paper and gradually became a reality.

They debuted, they had a good start, they encountered doubts, but they quickly turned around, and they easily dominated the charts. Their only competitors were their sisters at the same time. They were about to have their debut concert, and everyone's hearts were racing. Moving with nervous anticipation, waiting for the glory that will arrive as promised.

——Seriously, don’t you think it went too smoothly?

The sound of the piano suddenly turned down, and the bow and strings made a noisy noise. Xia Song closed his eyes tightly, and the corners of his mouth that were raised just momentarily dropped, with a painful expression.

There is no filter that changes abruptly like a horror movie. The picture remains as usual, but the development suddenly derails.

#千色xiasongmissing#

#千色debut concert announced to be cancelled#

The popular V blog search was high, and the word "Explosion!" at the end of the sentence was bright red. Xia Song "saw" everyone was in a mess, and countless "thousand-color flowers" holding light signs crowded in UNGREY to sing At the door of the venue, there was a sign full of ferocious questions: You heartless bitches, the Junior Brothers had an accident and you were still able to perform happily? !

Then Yang Jihan and Liang Yixuan appeared in Lan. Black masks and heavy makeup could not hide the heavy dark circles under their eyes. Countless microphones and cameras rushed to stab them in front of them like knives and guns. The flashlights were dizzying and showed no mercy. The question hit everyone's head, but they could only be speechless.

His father's face was solemn, his mother's eyes were full of tears, Liu Huajun was running around in panic on high heels, and with a "crash", everything in front of him was like fragile glass being trampled to pieces. In the dark room, he lay unconscious, and the boss on the boss's chair was lying unconscious. There was only a back figure, and someone - Luo Ling - stood respectfully beside him.

"Yes, I thought about it seriously later, how could there be such a coincidence." Luo Ling lowered his head obediently, "'Qianse' is not familiar with Brother Qin, but he behaved towards me as a co-star with Brother Qin. The hostility was especially obvious for Xia Song of "Thousand Colors". Considering the time when Ms. J appeared, it seemed that it was during the gap period when Brother Qin's "Daytime Rain" was finished and "Entertainment Intern" had not yet started recording. Qin Jue, QJ, Ms. J, could it be..."

Articles from the marketing account were scattered like snowflakes. Qin Jue's name was nailed at the top of the title. Canhua Entertainment asked for a sky-high price. Liu Huajun's face turned gray. It didn't take long for Ms. J's connection with Qin Yi Technology to be exposed. Luo Ling's voice was like a devil whispering:

"By the way, I don't know why Qianse Xia Song cares so much about a mere rotten business. Could it be that..."

The huge news page was overwhelming, and various languages ​​and dialects were mixed together and buzzing. The topic of discussion was "Qin Juechengzheng's homosexual relationship exposed". Media reporters chased and blocked the Qin Ke Experience Center. The Qin Ke Experience Center was surrounded by people. The situation was like Like a snowball, it rolled bigger and bigger. The soul named "Xia Song" floated in the air, watching helplessly as Luo Ling held his unconscious wrist and pressed his fingerprints on a document.

#千色夏松 admitted to leaking the secret_betrayed the teacher and backstabbed his teammates#

There was another uproar, and the outside world was in an uproar. The soul of "Xia Song" was flying around in panic. However, if he stretched out his hand, it would only pass through many bodies, unable to touch or communicate.

No, no, that's not the case!

He was shouting and roaring, but no one could hear his voice. He was spinning around like a headless fly, and finally rushed into the unconscious body.

"Xia Song" came to life. "Xia Song" opened his eyes. He staggered out and ran out, but was stopped by black-clothed bodyguards wearing Canhua Entertainment brand names. They laughed and said, "You idiot, I offend you." "Luo Ling still wanted to run after standing on the stage", "He deserved to be taken into the small black room", "Xia Song" struggled hard, but all he got in exchange was ridicule and trampling, as well as thick arms that suppressed him tightly like iron pincers.

Finally, the door opened, and "Xia Song" rushed out in embarrassment, running wildly, but what he saw was "Yangliu Entertainment is listed for sale."

His steps stopped and he couldn't maintain his balance when he stopped suddenly, and fell down with a "thud".

The newspaper fell, "Xia Song" raised his head with difficulty, stretched out his hand to grab it, and saw "Qin Yi Technology Downfall" printed in black and white, like a silent thunder, shattering his sanity.

impossible……!

"Xia Song"'s hands clenched the newspaper into deep wrinkles. He scrambled to his feet and his field of vision was filled with huge electronic display screens. News scrolled back and forth. The impact was so great that he became dyslexic for a moment and found it difficult to read. Understand the meaning of words.

#秋霞综合#

#千色officially announced disbandment#

#UNGREY’s second anniversary of their respective solo careers#

"Xia Song" widened his eyes in astonishment, and his eyes were about to burst:

"no no--!"

His hysterical shouting shattered the scene, and the surrounding scenes suddenly changed. Traffic was busy on the viaduct, people were crowded in the subway, a guitar with a changed tune sounded in the dimly lit underground passage, and a man with a haggard face was wrapped in a cotton jacket and hoarse. The voice sang weakly.

As if he noticed something, the downcast man turned his head, revealing a vaguely familiar face.

"Xia Song" suddenly paused.

The sharp and tight violin sound was noisy, and all the sunny memories flashed quickly before his eyes in an instant. They are like a long roll of old film, which continues to lose its luster as it is shown. In just a few seconds, all the good things come to an end.

At the end of the gray road, there were Shi Yan's disappointed eyes.

…

In the dark warehouse, Xia Song curled up suddenly, dripping with cold sweat.

He spat out painful sleepy words intermittently, and had a splitting headache. His internal organs seemed to be messed up and crushed by invisible hands, and they became sticky and greasy. Each surge tore open countless wounds, and the bright red but cold blood gurgled out, making him so cold. He couldn't stop shivering, and his hands and feet were cold.

The sound of the piano slowly disappeared, and the faint female voice seemed to float from the distant heaven.

The voice was ethereal and psychedelic, like a burst of quiet smoke, blurring all pain and fear. Xia Song gradually stopped twitching, and his knotted brows slowly relaxed, but after the deep calm, he felt an unspeakable distance, wrapped in a cocoon by unspeakable loneliness, intertwined into a loneliness with no one to accompany him.

The siren sang softly, a new dream quietly unfolded, and Xia Song fell into the sky and cloud shadows again.

It's a familiar scene again.

In the practice room of Yangliu Entertainment, he, Shi Yan, and three others were reviewing the original debut song "Soar" as usual. They were not very diligent, but only focused a little on the areas they were responsible for.

Everyone chatted with each other, occasionally complaining about the bad-tempered girl groups of the same period, and occasionally talking about the popular idol boy groups.

Then nothing happened, no new teacher arrived, everyone debuted according to the scheduled time, half-open mic covered up their flaws and shortcomings, and the pursuit of fans made everyone complacent.

After half a year, the members, including Xia Song himself, began to film and appear in variety shows one after another. The group gathered less and separated more. They only appeared in front of the camera together when releasing the album, pretending to be good friends and talking and laughing about business. , we really don’t know each other well at all.

A year later, the anniversary concert was hastily canceled, Liang Yixuan quit the group, and Yang Jihan went solo. Yu Lan said that the most important thing about the group was that he would not leave, while preparing for a solo mini album.

The two of them were left in the company's practice room. Shi Yan hugged his knees and sat on the ground in a daze.

"Xia Song." He looked back at him, as if questioning or talking to himself, "How could it be like this?"

"We are... in the same group. We want to be the most shining idols, shine on the stage, and make the fans happy."

Shi Yan repeated in confusion, "Why is it like this? Don't you all like to be idols?"

Xia Song in the dream couldn't answer, and could only vaguely feel that something was wrong.

He turned to look at the newspaper column in the practice room, where several expired magazines were scrawled. The cover of Yang Jihan's solo is printed with Yu Lan's interview about his solo concert, and below it is "Qi Shuang's first talk about internal discord among members after the disbandment of 'Not Gray'", which is the same content as in all entertainment circles, nothing special. .

Shi Yan followed his line of sight and looked over, his eyes lingering on Yang Jihan's single cover for a while. Then he stood up, walked to the newspaper column, squatted down, and read out the magazine headlines in a vain tone as if to pass the time.

RayE: Yang Jihan stunned the audience on the first stage of "Dancing with Lunbi"

HiFashion: Yu Lan said he wanted to create a deeper blue color for fans

Movie buff: "Dream Builder" Xing Yufei shares interesting stories about filming

Movie review: "Red Exclamation Mark" Cen Yi has another breakthrough in acting career

A Century of Light and Shadow: Sante International Film King Qin Jue - the backbone of the nation and the bridge between human culture and film art

"Wait!" Xia Song suddenly shouted.

"Huh?" Shi Yan turned to look at him.

"Teacher Qin!" Xia Song's heart was beating wildly, "Teacher Qin! He..."

"Ah, I've seen it before." Shi Yan blinked and answered calmly, "It was at the Golden Plum Awards ceremony three years ago, right? The one we were in charge of performing..."

"……What?"

Xia Song was stunned, his "memory" rising with Shi Yan's narration. He vaguely recalled the situation at that time. They passed by the celebrity actor in the sea of ​​people, and Shi Yan and Yu Lan seemed to say hello. , and he lazily wandered among the noisy and crowded crowd, not caring who passed by him or who he passed by.

No, that's not right.

Something must be wrong.

The world shouldn't be like this, I clearly remember something - right! On that day two years ago, a young teacher wearing a peaked cap appeared in the practice room. It was this practice room...!

"Xia Song." Shi Yan's voice interrupted his thoughts and blocked his inexplicable rising anxiety and panic.

The once dazzling sun looked up at him with a confused face and asked:

"Where is our future...?"

A ball of cotton was stuffed in Xia Song's throat. It was full of saliva and stuck in his throat. As a result, his lips and tongue were dry, and his voice could only come out dry.

"I don't know," he said to his sweetheart, "What do you want to do next? I'll go with you."

Shi Yan smiled reluctantly.

"Okay, thank you."

His pale words could only offer comfort, and the young man's face no longer had a spirited expression.

…

Xia Song opened his eyes suddenly and gasped for breath, but found that he had not returned to the warehouse where he could not see his fingers, but was still floating in the clouds.

A screen appeared in front of him, and the picture shown was exactly the scene just now.

What's this?

Parallel... time and space?

Xia Song reached out to touch it, and the screen unfolded a series of line nodes like a game. Xia Song felt great confidence for no reason. He was busy looking for that day, the most critical day, like a diver and more like an escapee. Leap into the new world without hesitation.

…

"I still need special training to reach this point. I really want to debut as soon as possible——"

"Sister Liu said that a new teacher will come today to guide us in singing and dancing."

"Captain, do you know when the teacher will come?"

"It should be...ah, hello, teacher!"

The thin young man walked into the practice room wearing a peaked cap, with a blurry face and a gentle smile.

"It's 'Thousand Colors', right? Ms. Liu has already told me about your situation. Everyone is very good. They are the most outstanding idol boy group I have ever seen. They will definitely be more than capable of debuting."

etc……

"But there's never any harm in striving for perfection, so I'm here to take you through the details and try to look more handsome on stage, okay?"

Wait a moment……

"OK, without further ado, let's get started."

It's not like this……!

Xia Song in the corner wanted to open his mouth but couldn't make a sound. He was forced to remain silent and join the special training that seemed normal but also full of contradictions. Then, they made their debut, covered up by the uniform half-open mic. Flaws, everyone has developed a thick skin that can continue to smile even at the scene of a car accident. After that, they shoot for magazines, receive endorsements, appear in variety shows, and join the crew...

"Thank you everyone, thank you for our 'Thousand Colored Flowers'——"

At the anniversary concert, which was quite exciting, Shi Yan waved his hands vigorously, but the fans in the audience were noisy. They didn't have round fans or hand lights, but instead had the most common hand banners and light boards at idol concerts. Those things glowed, and the five different representative colors mixed together looked unaesthetic and even a little disgusting. They shouted the names of Shi Yan, Xia Song, Yu Lan, Yang Jihan and Liang Yixuan respectively. No one cheered for "Qian Se", and no one claimed the nickname "Qian Se Hua".

"Forever captain! Xiao Zhong only loves Shi Yan!!"

"Songguo begs Xia Song to go solo--"

"Lan Lan! Lan Lan! Xiao Yubing is looking forward to your solo album!!"

"Meimei will support Yang Jihan forever!!!"

"Xuan Zi, let's go back and form a band! Xiao Guchui swears that he will never miss any of your solo performances!!"

The color blocks and shouts mixed together, creating a chaotic scene like a group of heroes fighting for power. Xia Song wore a mechanical smile and waved to the fans off the stage with his teammates. After the end, they hurried away in their cars.

The next day, Liang Yixuan quit the team, Yang Jihan went solo, and Yu Lan started to prepare for a solo mini album...

Destiny stubbornly moved forward along the predetermined trajectory in the powerless retention. A few months later, he and Shi Yan were left in the company's practice room again.

"Xia Song? Xia Song?"

Shi Yan's call brought him back to his senses. The little sun with bright eyebrows and eyes in the past showed a bitter smile, not caring about his distraction.

"That's right, 'Where is our future'... or something like that, this kind of question is not something you and I can answer at all."

Shi Yan tried to laugh twice, but his laughter sounded dry.

"I'm sorry, Xia Song, I had to drag you to accompany me on this journey... Obviously, I know you have no interest in idols or not... Ha..."

He turned around, and Xia Song's own expression was reflected in his eyes. That face was blank, and it seemed very complicated, thinking and confused, as if he wanted to express but couldn't.

"Sorry." Shi Yan hugged his knees, his voice lowered, revealing a slight cry, "I should have taken you on, but now I don't know what to do."

"I didn't expect that after so much trouble, in the end, I really wanted to be an idol, to make fans and 'Thousand Colors' happy..."

"From beginning to end, there was only me..."

...

"No!!!"

Xia Song was startled again, he breathed violently, his chest was filled with a pile of ice and a ball of fire at the same time, he grabbed the screen with both hands and shouted in despair:

"It's not like this! It's not like this!! The teacher who came to the practice room that day was Qin Jue! It was the strict Qin who taught us many important things and completely changed everyone——"

The screen suddenly expanded, swallowing him screaming into the next world.

It was the practice room of Yangliu Entertainment again.

A shoulder bag, a baseball cap, an ordinary sportswear, and a very short braid tied behind the neck.

Joy filled Xia Song's chest in an instant. He opened his mouth to greet the teacher, but found that he had no body, like a floating invisible ghost, isolated from all tangible things.

The room was empty, Qin Jue found a place and sat down lazily.

Not long after, several teenagers came one after another. They were either well-behaved or disdainful, but without exception, they were easily controlled by Qin Jue.

"Jiang Lecheng, Shen Fei, Zhang Huailuo, Xie Ge, Wang Jianming, right?"

Qin Jue crossed his arms, put his fingers on his arms and beat the rhythm slowly, "I don't care what your names are, from now on, you have only one common name - 'Qian Se'."

What...?

No, no, wait a minute...

Wrong! Those guys who came from nowhere are not "Qian Se"!

Xia Song's soul trembled in vain. He shouted desperately, but no one could hear him. As a bystander, he seemed to be the real alien in this wrong world. He watched Qin Jue start training with five completely unfamiliar trainees, polishing their will and forging their team spirit, not allowing any slackness, and not leaving any frustration.

So strict, so kind, so close and familiar.

Teacher, teacher, I made a mistake, it's not them, it's us...

Xia Song called out again and again with eager eyes, but he couldn't even stretch out a hand.

He watched them make progress, watched them laugh and joke, and together with the four equally unfamiliar female group members next door, their strength and feelings for each other made rapid progress under Qin Jue's teaching.

Then the guy named Xie Ge took over the stage design job. He was not duller than Xia Song. He had a good appearance, was clever and eccentric, and was bold and careful. He took the initiative to propose one exquisite idea after another, which amazed his teammates, and even Qin Jue nodded with a smile.

"Good idea." Qin Jue said, "Okay, since you insist, I'll think of a way."

So the group of counterfeiters in Xia Song's eyes also embarked on the journey to Beijing. They lay in the medicinal bath, and they made those equipment under the guidance of Cheng Zheng. They were no different from him and his teammates. They also sweated and trained hard before the debut concert.

Then the day of the performance came, and the nine boys and girls performed exceptionally on the stage. At the end, everyone was sweating as if they were soaked by water. Even if Xia Song's eyes were blurred, it did not affect their sweat-soaked faces shining under the lights.

The whole hall was filled with cheers and applause for the nine most outstanding new generation idols. The opposite of the warm atmosphere was in Xia Song's heart.

His soul was extremely heavy. It felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and his foot slipped. He clearly had no body, but he clearly felt that he was falling headfirst. His feet were weightless, and his legs were weightless. Weak and weak, all the blood in his body was poured into his head, and the strong smell of rust burst out from his mouth and nose. He fell down and down, but he could never reach the bottom, and he could not even get a happy death.

The air roared in his ears with the sound of strong wind, and he didn't know whether his alveoli were contracted to the limit or forcibly filled. What was more painful than suffocation was the unprecedented sadness. He wanted to cry, but couldn't, so all the tears were choked in his throat, like The paper roll full of writing blocks the trachea. Even if you take it out and unfold it, you still don’t want to see the truth——

【You are nothing special at all. 】

[Qin Jue can bring out good students because Qin Jue is Qin Jue, not because you are you. 】

[You are not special, you are not irreplaceable, you are not that important. All you have is a little luck, so that teachers and instructors happened to choose you in countless parallel times and spaces. 】

[You know better than anyone else in your heart that with Qin Jue and Cheng Zheng here, as well as Qin Yi Technology, even a pig tied there can be cultivated into an outstanding elite. Maybe it will grow faster than you. You know very well that all your achievements actually rely on Qin Ke's technical support. Without Qin Ke and Qin Jue, you are nothing. 】

[So Xia Song, why are you arrogant? 】

[What are you arrogant about? 】

[What are you arrogant about? 】

[What are you arrogant about? 】

"ah……!"

Xia Song sat up suddenly in the warehouse, his violent heartbeat almost depriving him of his hearing. He curled up and panted for a while before realizing that he was alive. He reached out and touched his face, feeling a whole palm full of tears that had not yet dried up.

A dim night light lit up in the darkness, vaguely illuminating the figure not far away.

It took Xia Song a full quarter of an hour to realize that there was someone there. He turned his head in embarrassment, with a confused and timid look on his face.

A young woman in a white robe sat on the window sill, her clothes and long hair scattered behind her back. Her expression was indifferent, and her eyes seemed to be emitting black energy. If you looked closely, they were completely out of focus, empty and lacking in energy. You could tell at a glance that she was blind.

"Ah, you have a nightmare."

The blind girl said softly.

1w+, 5-in-1 updates from 12.12~12.16. There is one more chapter to be written.