Chapter 4: Showcase

"With a ding, the elevator arrived, Bai Ye glanced at Qi Xingchen and turned to enter the car. The person being stared at seemed to have not made a shocking statement, but also very cheekily dragged Han Qing, who was still skeptical about life, to squeeze in.

In the entertainment industry, there are many cases where star A is a fan of star B, and there are even winners who have chased their idols to the top of their households. With Bai Ye's current popularity, many veteran actors and actresses have said they like him, and Qi Xingchen doesn't think that this statement will arouse Bai Ye's suspicion.

He said so in order to get closer to Bai Ye, originally he was prepared to slowly plot, who knew that the plot can actually advance half a month, if you do not want to die, you have to speed up the progress.

Moreover, he had to get his hands on the spot for "Let's Travel Together Poorly" and must not let Zhou Yu and the female lead meet, and he could also observe the movements of the male and female lead from close range in the meantime, killing two birds with one stone.

The dance studio was on the sixth floor, and when they got off the elevator, Han Qing slapped his chest, "Holy shit, I'm fucking suffocating! When did you fall in love with Bai Ye, I don't know?"

Qi Xingchen finds the phrase ambiguous, "It's not 'getting into', it's a fan's liking for an idol."

"And I didn't say anything else like ...... Don't you idolize James?"

"It's changed," Qi Xingchen made it up, "Last night after you left, Elder Bai Ye came by the practice room and gave me a few pointers on my dancing. I think he's handsome, strong, and loves his juniors, so I'm a fan."

"...... Elder Bai Ye? Instructing you personally? You're not lying to me!"

Han Qing was so furious that he was sniveling, especially regretting why he had left so early last night. If he had stayed longer, he would have been able to get a few pointers from Bai Ye.

Especially after seeing Qi Xingchen's rapid progress, he was even more remorseful, and his little mouth kept blabbering.

Qi Xingchen, with 10,000 mosquitoes swirling around his ears, entered the practice room and pulled up his sweatpants, interrupting him, "Growing up is a lonely road, and thinking and practicing is much more important than pointing. Xiao Qing, put on the music, come and dance with me ten times first."

Han Qing : "...... Ten times?"

Mom, I'm dying!

Boys in their twenties and twenties are always like that, it's easy to slack off on practicing on your own, but if someone pulls you along, you have to keep going to save face.

Later on, Han Qing was almost out of his mind. But as he watched Qi Xingchen continue to look for the arm angle and position himself over and over again, he didn't want to admit defeat just like that.

At the end of the ten times, Han Qing was spread out on the floor in a "big" shape: "Xingchen, are you possessed by something dirty, suddenly you're working very hard."

"How can you practice without working hard," Qi Xingchen tossed Han Qing a sports drink, "Get up and let's dance five more times."

Han Qing : "...... Fuck."

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While the inactive artists had plenty of time, Qi Xingchen and Han Qing spent the entire afternoon in the piano room. Qi Xingchen was very curious about all kinds of instruments as it was his first time touching one.

Near dinner time, Han Qing ran out to take a call. When she came back, she was glowing and shook her cell phone at Qi Xingchen: "Xingchen, after two months, my agent finally remembered me!"

"What did the agent want with you, an announcement?"

"No, it's a casting for 'Let's Travel Poorly Together'," Han Qing hemmed and hawed, "He said that he's already sent my information to the producers, so if I can get picked this time, I can show my face properly."

In fact, Han Qing hardware is good, looks belong to the lovely hang, singing and dancing strength in the middle of the upper, just missing a chance, among the second and third line will not be a problem.

After Han Qing had finished rejoicing, he asked Qi Xingchen, "Xingchen, have you received any news?"

Qi Xingchen shook his head.

"I'm sure you can go if I can, don't worry, wait a little longer."

Unfortunately, Qi Xingchen didn't receive any notification until 9pm.

Not wanting to sit on the sidelines, he called Du Lanxin, the original owner's agent, directly.

No one answered the first call, and when the second call immediately hung up automatically, Du Lanxin's voice came out from the microphone leisurely, "Speak quickly, don't delay my dinner."

"...... Sister Xin, I want to participate in the audition for Let's Travel Poorly Together, please help me send my information to the producers." Qi Xingchen went straight to the point.

There was silence for a while, "Are you Qi Xingchen?"

"Yes."

"So you don't weigh yourself before you talk about your dreams?"

Qi Xingchen froze.

Du Lanxin realized that he had spoken heavily and slowed down his tone, "Xing Chen, don't blame sis for speaking harshly, McMansion TV's big hit variety show isn't something you can get on just because you want to, you should know that."

"I know."

"Then I'll also tell you frankly, the first time I saw you in school, I saw your appearance. At first, I was truly prepared to cultivate you properly, but who knew that you were so ignorant of the rules."

She paused, "Newcomers who want to move up can't afford to give up - for example, the party I took you to last year was full of broads, any one of them could have given you some resources, and you made excuses to run away."

"You don't have the life of a prince, but you have the disease of a prince, given your background, the most valuable thing in your body is your face, who are you pretending to be noble for? In the end, the one who suffers is still yourself."

"And it's not a bad idea for you, a guy, to serve a rich woman... Sister felt sorry for you and didn't send you over to the perverted dead faggot side... but you're good, you don't understand me at all."

"Aye, for nothing."

Du Lanxin feigned a sigh, as if he was really thinking about Qi Xingchen.

Qi Xingchen's eyebrows are furrowed more and more tightly, compared to the original owner who came from a wealthy family and could rebel to the point of having to fight on his own, he grew up from a young age and knew the so-called "rules of adulthood" very well.

But--

"But Sister Xin," Qi Xingchen tried to suppress her anger and try to make her voice sound calm, "Being poor isn't a crime, and it's even less of a reason to sell your body and soul. There are many ways to succeed, you don't have to take the shortcut of crawling into bed."

Listening to the words of the teenager, Du Lanxin couldn't help but think of Qi Xingchen, who escaped from the party last year and called her a "bitch", "dead pimp" and "get hit by a car and die". Xingchen, who had escaped from the party last year and called her "bitch", "dead pimp", and "hit by a car".

She smacked her lips together and taunted, "So what other path do you have left?"

"As long as you enroll me," Qi Xingchen pretended to beg, "I don't want any of the money from this year's announcements, I'll give it all to you, do you think that's okay?"

All of it?

As it was just a matter of sending the information to the producer's e-mail address, Du Lanxin's mind was instantly revitalized, and he readily agreed to do so.

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A deal was struck and Du Lanxin hung up first. Qi Xingchen called up the recording of the call just now, played it back, made sure he didn't miss it, and leaned back heavily on his chair.

The pimp's agent was so underhanded and disgusting that he almost dropped the phone just now. But because only Du Lanxin could give him the opportunity, he had held back until now.

He took a sip of water to calm down, opened his microblogging client, logged on to the microblogging number he had just registered the day before, and followed Bai Ye as well as Bai Ye Supertalk.

Some actions have been done so many times that they're etched in his bones, and he's very smooth about checking in, doing hot tasks like commenting and retweeting, and doing it before sending out his first tweet.

--"I'm in love with a fairy who fell from the mortal world.

Second one in five minutes:

--Evening Rising Acacia: [I heard from a friend that Night is going to be on this season of Let's Travel Together Poorly, I'm so looking forward to it [cute][cute]!

It wasn't long before a fan who was browsing the superlatives replied:

[Really?

[A rumor about Sima.]

Does sister id mean "lover complains about the distant night, even the night starts to think of each other"? How romantic!

A certain TV has come to rub my family's nose in it again. Please spend more money next time and buy some waterbenders with fans, okay?

Qi Xingchen : "......"

Look at your "Follow 1, Fans 0", you do look like a robot.

He opened Taobao, using the original owner bank card very boldly bought 30,000 live powder, and after discussing with the customer service, he was satisfied to cut back to the microblogging.

The original owner also has a large number, Qi Xingchen search for his name, the first one that pops up is his large number, with yellow V certification, certification description: Noah Entertainment artist Qi Xingchen, fans 2.3w.

Poke into the homepage again ...... Not many clean tweets, the last one was published about half a year ago.

For fear that the newcomer will not be able to grasp the scale of speech, the original owner of the microblogging has been operated by the agent. Now it seems that Du Lanxin has never helped him in his business since he offended him.

If his agent won't help him, he'll do it himself. The good thing is that the microblogging is tied to the original owner's cell phone number, Qi Xingchen quickly change the password, find a good angle to take a selfie, edit the microblogging, and send it.

-- Qi Xingchen: [Hey, Starlights, long time no see.]

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With money as motivation, Du Lanxin is many times more efficient. Qi Xingchen received the selection notice early in the morning and spent the morning preparing at home.

The audition was scheduled to take place at Noah's main office, starting at three in the afternoon. At 2:30 p.m., outside the top floor conference room, a dozen or so small artists were already in place ahead of time, stretching their muscles, opening their voices, and memorizing lyrics.

Han Qing was a bit nervous, dragging Qi Xingchen along with him to keep on talking. Qi Xingchen put in one ear and out the other, keeping an eye on Zhou Yu's movements.

Zhou Yu hummed a children's song for a while, swept his eyes in a furtive circle, then walked to the end of the corridor and pulled out his cell phone.

"Hey, Yuji, did you miss me?"

"Do your nails less, it's bad for you. What am I doing? The 'Traveling Poorly Together' crew came to Noah's to cast, and I'm waiting for an interview."

"Yeah, of course I'd love to be on the show. I didn't make it to Fashion Week this time, so if I get picked, I'll charter a plane to take you to the North Pole to see the aurora borealis."

"You know the producer? That's really--"

"Yu, you're here for the interview too?"

Without waiting to finish, someone from the back suddenly interrupted with a voice.

Zhou Yu's fire went to his head, "Qi Xingchen, can't you see I'm on the phone?"

"Sorry Lantau, I couldn't see it from the back," Qi Xingchen said aggrievedly, "It's my fault, don't be angry, I'll leave now."

After that, Qi Xingchen silently bowed his head and left as if he had never been there.

Unfortunately, Qi Yuji on the other end of the phone heard it all, and when she saw that someone had the audacity to yell at her beloved brother, she was so angry that she hung up the phone without saying a word!

The Qi family has a wide range of industries, including investments in the entertainment industry, and is well connected. Zhou Yu is trying hard to get close to Qi Yuji in order to get resources.

He was hung up on and rushed to dial back, but Qi Yuji didn't answer, and he called several times in a row.

The duck in the mouth just flew away.

The director's assistant started to call for the number, and Zhou Yu, while cursing Qi Xingchen in his heart for being a bad person and having a lot of problems with women, was shoved into the meeting room by his agent through gritted teeth.

Time was limited, and each artist had only a few minutes to show off their talents. With no one to help him with his performance, Zhou Yu came out five minutes later with a grimace on his face, and it was clear that the director was not happy with him.

The next one is Han Qing, who came out looking good and had the presence of mind to give Qi Xingchen a boost: "Xingchen, it's not hard at all, don't be nervous going in, your idol is watching you inside!"

"...... Bai Ye too?"

"Well, after all, he's the main star this season," Han Qing winked, "Good luck with your stargazing."

It doesn't matter if he succeeds or not, he just wants to get into the program and save his life.

The interview came down to the last few people, and the assistant director finally called his name: "Next, Qi Xingchen."

Qi Xingchen followed her instructions and backpacked into the conference room, where the first row was almost full, flanked by the camera and sound crew, with Bai Ye and two middle-aged men sitting in the center.

Bai Ye is wearing a dark colored jacket and jeans today, and when he takes off his hat and mask, he dazzles beyond recognition.

He glanced up at Qi Xingchen, who inexplicably remembered the palm of his hand that had been pressed against his waist the day before and looked down to rub the tip of his nose.

"Qi Xingchen right," seeing his looks, the director's eyes lit up and a few smiles finally appeared on his face, "Relax, show yourself, what talent have you prepared?"

Those prepared talents in the front are nothing more than singing, dancing, acting and so on, in fact, the director did not expect anything from this part.

As a result, Qi Xingchen answered "yes" with the distinctive clear tone of a teenager, took off his backpack, and took out a stack of bowls from it.

"I'll perform a top bowl for you all."

Director: "......"

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