"Xiuying~" Hyoyeon wiped his "tears" and ran towards Xiuying.

At this time, Suyoung was holding a bag of potato chips and talking to Yoona and Xiaoxian, and when she saw Hyo-yeon running towards her with her arms outstretched, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to signal her to stop.

"Alas~ really, what are you blocking!" Hyoyuan pointed at Xiuying, and there was a little tear on his face.

"Look at the way you looked like ** just now, it's strange if I don't block it. Taking a bite of the potato chips, Xiuying replied very calmly. Yuna smiled on the side, and Xiaoxian also smiled.

"Hing~" Sika walked over holding hands with Yori in the back, looked at Hyoyeon's appearance, and unconsciously sprayed her with a nasal sound.

"Cut," Hyo-yeon wrinkled his nose and didn't reply.

Someone on stage has already started to perform. It should be that the contestant has no eye-catching talent, the audience is bustling, and the attention is not all on the contestant.

"Ah, it's Mr. Yu Yongzhen! I feel like I haven't seen him a few times except for a few specific competitions. Looking at Mr. Yu Yongzhen, who was being a judge on the judges' seat, Xiaoyuan was very surprised. The chief composer in the company has a sense of mystery in Xiaoyuan's heart. After all, he was the composer who created S.M.P., and Hyo-yeon wanted to learn from him.

"Teacher Yu Yongzhen sometimes goes to give us lectures on whether it is good or not. Sika turned to look at Hyo-yeon, blinked and said, "Oh, yes......" But Hyo-yeon, who was rolling her eyes, knew exactly what she wanted to say.

Alas, really, one or two are like that......

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"It's so boring...... Hyoyeon lay on Yooli's shoulder, speechlessly watching the contestants on the stage jumping and jumping.

In other words, this is a selection competition, okay! Moreover, it's still a preliminary round, so you don't have to be in such a hurry to show your ability! It's still not a very good level.

Xiao Yuan expressed his disdain for the boy on stage now.

After all, it's just a selection competition, not the kind where you can make your debut directly if you win, and it always feels inappropriate to "go all out" in the preliminary round.

Oh, this boy is so tall, but why is the voice so ...... Mother?

Oh! This girl is a good dancer!

Uh, is this man male or female?

............

There are all kinds of people, and Xiaoyuan, who almost all participated in the selection back then, watched the selection competition as a bystander this time. Judgment, fighting, talking and laughing.

Young people who are older or younger than them but have dreams and aspirations, teenagers have stepped onto this stage. Regardless of the outcome, they tried.

Taking advantage of the short break, Hyoyeon went to the bathroom. People came and went, and she refused to bring Sika along.

"Alas, really, one by one......" Hyo-yeon stood in front of the mirror and fiddled with his hair, babbling something out of his mouth.

"Huh?" Hyo-yuan turned his head and found a little white girl wandering anxiously in front of the bathroom door, looking at the watch on her wrist from time to time, looking very anxious.

What's wrong? Could it be that I forgot to bring the instrument? Xiao Yuan shook the water in his hand and thought wildly. Performing an instrument is a talent after all. However, with this girl's small size, and, uh, somewhat rounded body, I can't imagine what kind of instrument she can play......

Ah, that girl still has a number plate on her, and she looks like she's about to play.

Walking out of the bathroom, the cranky Hyoyeon unconsciously looked at the girl, but found that the girl was also looking at her.

Walking to the girl who was looking left and right without pause, Hyoyuan thought about it and extended his thumb to her with a smile.

“fighting！”

The girl seemed stunned for a moment, and only after a while did she bend down to thank her.

“T...... Thanks！”

Hyo-yeon blinked, as if he understood something, and patted her on the shoulder with a smile, and walked towards the stage.

Only the girl was left with the back of a blonde shawl.

............

"What's wrong?" Sika looked strangely at Hyobuchi, who had come back from the bathroom and was a little wrong. Hyoyeon was fiddling with her own blonde hair, rubbing the ends of her hair against her nose.

"Sika," Hyoyeon, who was awakened by Sika's words, asked her with some questions, "Do I really look like a foreigner?"

Tilting his head, Hyo-yeon continued: "I went to the bathroom just now and met a little girl who didn't seem to bring a musical instrument to the competition. So I encouraged her. I said 'fighting' to her, and who knew she would actually give me a 'thanks'...... Won't she say Kangsang Mida (thank you in Korean)?"

"Poof, haha~~~" Sika, and Yu Li, who heard this behind Xiao Yuan, couldn't help laughing.

Burden, what a burden.

"Ahh Yu Li hugged her from behind Xiao Yuan, pointed to her long hair and clothes on her body with a little burden, and even touched the "rivets" that were actually just sewn out of cloth with her fingertips.

"Hey~~~" Xiao Yuan shook his body unhappily and wanted to throw Yu Li down, but she hugged her tighter. "What's the matter, the last time I lent you to wear, you were reluctant to take it off, and it almost stretched my clothes bigger. ”

"Hee-hee," Yu Li smiled and stuck out her tongue, and the shallow figure-eight lines leaked out, "You change your hair color once a week, and you're embarrassed to talk about me." "Who wouldn't.

"How can there be!" Xiao Yuan glared angrily, "It's okay to not change it for three weeks, and you will be held legally responsible for spreading rumors!" "There are disadvantages to dyeing hair often, Xiao Yuan has already begun to lose some hair, so Xiao Yuan's mother ordered her not to do this anymore, and she needs to get her permission to dye her hair in the future."

"Shh~~~" Sika and Yori were so confused by Hyoyeon's "righteous words" that they didn't say anything at all. This little sister is really ......

............

Kim Taeyeon felt unlucky.

Originally, I made an appointment with a few classmates I knew at Mr. Zheng Chunyuan last month to participate in the best youth selection competition held this year, but I tossed and turned last night and didn't sleep well at all. But who knew that this morning, until she had already arrived at the venue, those classmates called her one after another as if they had made an appointment, saying that they were not going.

Alas!!!!! Kim Taeyeon was really full of exclamation points at that time. I almost forgot the songs I had prepared for a month.

It seemed that he received the entry number in a daze, and it wasn't until the contestants in the first part were almost finished that Kim Taeyeon came to his senses.

The first time she came to her senses, Kim Taeyeon was numb. His heart was pounding rapidly, and his fair skin was a little red.

Wandering back and forth outside the bathroom, Kim Taeyeon did the mental counseling that the teacher taught her little by little to calm herself down. But looking at her watch from time to time still leaked the nervousness in her heart.

It was at this time that Kim Taeyeon saw a blonde, uh, black-eyed girl coming out of the bathroom.

Foreigner?

Kim Taeyeon, who was a little blinded by her blonde hair, didn't expect her to give herself a thumbs up and say "fighting!"

Uh, Kang...... Uh, what does Consanmida say in English? Ah, T...... Thanks！

The blonde girl blinked, as if she understood something, couldn't help laughing, patted her shoulder again, and walked in the direction of the stage.

Kim Taeyeon also blinked and looked at the back of the girl's blonde shawl......

Ah~~ Foreigners are really free and easy!

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