Chapter 36

After all, the three boys are young and learn very fast. They can sing skillfully after teaching them only a few times. Sign language dance is basically no problem. Han Mo taught them to cooperate with each other and walk. A combination just formed is presented in this way.

"Elder martial brother, give our group a name." A boy said,

"Yes, elder martial brother, we're going to have an interview soon. We need to say a name to introduce ourselves."

Han Mo thought, "it's called sunshine boys, sunshine boy." Han Mo thinks this word is also in line with the image and temperament of the three boys.

"Sunshine boys, sunshine boys, great." All three boys whispered their names.

"It's already ten fifty. We'll start the interview at eleven." A boy looked at his watch and said.

At this time, Han Mo also raised his wrist and looked at his watch. His heart sank. He was late. He was worried, but he didn't show it.

Han Mo finally looked at the three boys. "Change your shape today."

At first, in order to match the songs they sang, the three boys made mature shapes and wore fancy clothes, which were not in line with their age.

The boys haven't understood Han Mo's meaning yet. He has strode in front of them and arranged their hair. The hairstyle that originally looked out of proportion to their age has changed in an instant, and the clean outline of the three boys' faces has been highlighted.

The side wall of the rehearsal room is a big mirror. The boys looked at themselves in the mirror in amazement, touched their hair, couldn't believe it, and turned to look at Han Mo, "senior brother, you are so divine."

Han Mo didn't explain much, and said faintly, "take off your coat and wear the white shirt inside. Don't wear decorations. Just be clean and generous. "

When he had finished what he should say, Han Mo was ready to go. He was also a little worried. After all, he was so late for so long.

The three boys were very grateful to Han mo. Han Mo gave them more guidance and paid more attention than any so-called music master of sichen media. A boy came forward and took a step, "elder martial brother, my name is Wang Zirong, his name is Huang Yi, and his name is Yang Cheng." The boy pointed to the other two companions“ Excuse me, elder martial brother, is it convenient for you to tell us your name? A stage name is OK. " He was afraid of being rejected, so he added that a stage name was OK.

Han Mo has turned to go, and turned sideways and said, "I don't have a stage name. My name is Han mo."

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When Han Mo came out of the No. 2 rehearsal room, he quickly took out his mobile phone to see if there were any missed calls. According to Meng Si's character, he saw that he was not in the rehearsal room and should have a life-threatening serial call, but there was no missed call. Standing at the door, he looked at the information and still had nothing.

Han Mo put his cell phone back on him and walked directly opposite.

The door of rehearsal room No. 1 remained the same as when he left. Calligraphy pushed the door. The rehearsal room was very large, and his sight swept around.

"Coming?" Meng Si's voice with a feminine ending sounded in the corner of the rehearsal room. Han Mo saw Meng Si, who was thin and small, sitting in a chair.

Meng Si stood up and walked to Han mo. the two men formed the most cute height difference. Han Mo looked down at Meng Si. The other party didn't ask why he was late, and there was no change in his expression because he was late, just like the appointment was at this time.

Han Mo is a little strange. It's too abnormal and not Meng Si.

But Meng Si didn't ask, and Han Mo didn't want to explain. He looked around to make sure that there were only two of them in rehearsal room 1. Tian Yadong was not there. He didn't speak, so he waited for Meng Si to say about the next song selection. Han Mo has made a plan himself. He has basically figured out the songs of the competition. If Meng Si asks, he also wants to say something.

Meng si still didn't ask anything. He kept laughing, shaking his head while laughing. Finally, he looked at his watch. "Well, it's almost time. Let's go to the theatre."

Han Mo didn't ask much. He didn't like to inquire about these things. He followed Meng Si straight out of the No. 1 rehearsal room.

Han Mo is not very familiar with the office building of sichen media. He probably knows what to do on which floor, but it is not so clear when it is subdivided. He doesn't know where Meng Si is going and walks out of the elevator.

Han Mo didn't know until he entered a large room with double doors that they had arrived at the multi-functional performance hall, which is a place for some artists who are still practicing to assess their performances.

The innermost part of the performance hall is a small stage. The trainees to be assessed have not yet come out, but the judges under the stage have all sat down. There are six or seven people. Han Mo glanced at them and basically didn't know them. His eyes moved to the farthest position. It is Tian Yadong that Meng Si has been talking about all the time these two days. He just glanced at them and didn't stop much, Han Mo looked away again.

Meng Si didn't want to stand at the door. He walked inside with a complex smile on his face. Several judges saw the boss coming and stood up to say hello to him. Meng Si nodded politely in response.

One of them gave Meng si the middle position. Meng Si waved his hand, pulled a chair and sat next to Tian Yadong.

Han Mo didn't want to go inside. He stood at the door and looked twice. He was ready to leave. He went out to wait for Meng Si. He had reached the door. The voice behind him suddenly attracted his attention. It was a boy's voice, which was too familiar, because he had just heard it.

"Hello, judges and teachers. My name is Wang Zirong. Today is my last day as a trainee, and it may also be my last day in sichen media. Whether I can stay today or not, I hope to show my best self to all teachers."

Han Mo stood at the door and looked at the boys on the stage. The bangs on his forehead fell naturally, the clean white shirt and the simple typhoon. This is what a teenager of their age should look like. Han Mo couldn't help reminding the corners of his mouth.

Several judges frowned slightly and wrote and drew on the score sheet in their hands. The judge sitting in the center just got up to give up his seat to Meng Si whispered, "does he want to stay or not? His clothes and hair didn't work hard. It's too careless." Then he shook his head and crossed the column of appearance and temperament.

Several other judges were also dissatisfied with his dress today. The judges sitting on the other side of Tian Yadong said casually to the stage, "start performing."

Wang Zirong nodded and continued, "the song I performed today is called love."

"Love"? I haven't heard of it. " The judges discussed with each other and asked whether they had heard the song. Only Tian Yadong had no expression.

The judge next to him suddenly turned to him, "Yadong, didn't you choose Wang Zirong's song? I remember it wasn't that name. "

Of course, it's not this song. Others said that it's not suitable to cut it directly. Tian Yadong didn't want to tell the judge about this kind of anger. He just "um" and didn't bite again.

Meng Si heard their conversation, smiled unabashedly, and then "tut tut." Two.