In the past few days that Han Jue has lived in the magic capital, he has seen countless people lining up to become big shots, and he feels that every young person here wants to become a star, so he naturally heard the old saying that has been circulated more than once: Xiaohong relies on support, Dahong relies on life, and strong praise is punished by God.

Han Jue thought that no one was holding him, and his life was not good, so he had to hurry up and run away before God could react.

He needs to be extra careful.

The weather is fine, and the magic capital film and television studio base.

"Your song has been confirmed to be sent to the program team's mailbox, right?" the staff member asked while operating the computer, frowning and not raising his head.

"Yes. I'm sure the send was successful. Han Jue replied, leaning over the counter to get his eyes on the staff's computer screen.

"But no. Could it be that you sent the wrong person?" the staff pressed the [Refresh] button but nothing came out.

Han Jue's brows furrowed, he wasn't sure. After receiving the text message from the second round of notifications from the program team, he sent the song to the email address in the text message. He also only checked it three times before sending it out.

[Blame yourself for being too lazy.] Han Jue complained that he should have checked it 7 times.

"Then I have this on my hard drive now, can I copy it?" Han Jue took out a hard drive from his pocket.

With the expression of "Ouch, you kid is very cautious" on the staff's face, he took over Han Jue's hard drive.

"Basic operation, basic operation. Han Jue smiled slightly.

Han Jue leaned over and stared at the staff to copy the tunes on the hard drive.

This is really just a basic operation for Han Jue, he brought a total of two hard disks today, which were hidden in different places. He took all the accidents into account before he went out, in fact, if the two hard drives were accidentally missing, he still had a backup in his mobile phone and a backup in the computer cloud drive.

[I'm such a person who has no last resort, it's amazing. Han Jue thought to himself.

After saying goodbye to the staff, Han Jue left the room and followed the instructions to a hall.

The hall is arranged in a stepped manner. The back row is higher to ensure that the person in the last row of the panoramic shot can also show their faces.

There were already many contestants sitting in the hall, and the program team notified that it would arrive at ten o'clock, and Han Jue had already arrived in advance, but he didn't expect it to be earlier.

The contestants who came early got together in twos and threes, and they talked and laughed very loudly, and they all dressed up and didn't look easy to mess with, so they almost got the word "bad guy" tattooed on their faces.

There are also some solitary ones, with a master's demeanor, who pull the hoodie hat and immerse themselves in their own world. It's also a shame that the indoor air is cool enough, otherwise these people who [listen to music with headphones and don't wear a hoodie and hat feel almost something] will be hot to heat stroke.

Han Jue touched the cap on his head, and walked directly to the corner of the back row and sat down.

This behavior is very eye-catching.

Even the most solitary contestants still sat in the first row early. Not to mention that they worship personality in the bones of playing rap, just the further the camera comes over, the easier it is for the audience to see this opportunity first, which is enough for these players to rush to the front one by one.

Han Jue's maverick behavior is very abnormal, everyone is thinking about which college student has not changed the habit of going to school, and turned his head to look, hey, it turned out to be this one, no wonder he sat in the back, quite conscious.

Then the gangs that talked and laughed loudly glanced at Han Jue from time to time, and then burst into laughter.

Han Jue rolled his eyes, feeling how these people had the same virtue as the campus gangsters he had when he was in junior high school.

Han Jue opened the book he was carrying, crossed Erlang's legs and read it.

When everyone saw that Han Jue had started to pretend again, their laughter became louder and louder, like children, thinking that disturbing each other would attract the attention of the other party. They looked at Han Jue while laughing, expecting Han Jue to look at them, and then they showed the fierce evil that had been brewing and provoked Han Jue.

But Han Jue didn't look up at them anymore, he was already immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

I have to say that even if I knew in my heart that Han Jue was pretending to be a show, that posture was still picturesque. Everyone turned their heads, out of sight.

As time went on, there were more and more people in the hall.

After some players came in, they called friends and caused a lot of noise in the arena.

It's pitiful, it's just that the players sit silently next to people they know. Since everyone is in a mixed circle, you know my friend, I know your friend, it's easy to talk.

There are really few people like Han Jue who are so lonely. Among them, there is Han Jue's notoriety and deterrence, and there is also the effect of the tacit understanding of the audience.

Most of the players still sat in front, and Han Jue's corner seemed to be isolated, which made Han Jue very eye-catching, and almost every player who came in would see Han Jue for the first time. Among the players who saw Han Jue, the players from the underground tacitly relayed the game. As for the idol players, they don't want Mu Xiu Yulin to be killed as a bird. Everyone is not a company, how can there be any [idol faction] camp, peers are enemies, and they can't wait for Han Jue to be killed.

This balance was finally broken by Xiao Fan. After Xiao Fan came in, he also greeted some of the contestants, but everyone didn't expect Xiao Fan to sit next to Han Jue in the end. Xiao Fan is still young, and the circle is not the same, except for some players who secretly poked and poked Xiao Fan, the rest didn't care too much about the end of the game.

"Enough fun, right?" Xiao Fan said with a wicked smile.

"What?" Han Jue withdrew his attention from the book and looked at Xiao Fan in surprise.

Xiao Fan pointed to the vacant seats around him. The other corner in the distance was already full of people, and the meaning was obvious.

Han Jue followed Xiao Fan's line of sight.

Some unhappy contestants Han Jue finally turned their eyes when they saw Han Jue, and they all wanted to fire the first shot and the second and third shots of [Crusade against Idols], and only they knew if they had done something to fight for the weight of the show's footage.

"Interesting, right?" Xiao Fan once again emphasized his righteousness.

And Han Jue was like looking at cabbage, skipping those ill-intentioned glances. Finally, he shrugged at Xiao Fan, indicating that he didn't care.

Xiao Fan didn't expect to rely on this kind of small scene to disgust Han Jue, who had experienced the national black tide.

Xiao Fan moved closer to Han Jue and said, "After this pass, you have to pick a contestant to work together on a song, and choose one of the two to advance." Have you chosen which one to be your opponent against?"

It's about the game, Han Jue still cares, after listening to Xiao Fan's words, he shook his head and said: "I don't know any of them, I haven't finished watching the last episode, and I don't know who is good and who is not." Do you have any suggestions?"

Xiao Fan leaned back, pulled a distance, and looked at Han Jue carefully, trying to tell if Han Jue really didn't know him, or if he was talking nonsense.

Han Jue waited for Teacher Xiao Fan's suggestion.

Xiao Fan retracted his body, and wanted to tell Han Jue some strong champion candidates, so that Han Jue could go to the thunder. But it's too bad to do that, and he's here with a mentorship.

"You can choose whatever you want, as long as you don't choose me. If you want to be safe, you will choose someone who is not strong in the next round, and everyone is embarrassed to say anything on the surface, the political correctness in hip-hop is to be yourself, you want to pass the test safely, and you will be happy about what is going on."

Xiao Fan finally honestly suggested,

"Also, if you want to be topical, there was a guy in the last issue who said that if you get lucky enough to make it through the second round, then he's going to kill you in the third round, don't you see? When you pick him up and cripple him on stage, that's cool. Maybe the program team also wants to see this. ”

"What you mean by [kill me] and [cripple him] all refer to defeating the other party with rap, right?" Han Jue said uncertainly.

"Of course, otherwise do you think it's a fight?" Xiao Fan squinted at Han Jue.

"Are you all so fierce in rapping, don't you advocate love and peace? Han Jue frowned, like a parent who saw his own children and wild children playing together.

[Have you beaten fewer people?] Xiao Fan clenched his fists, and finally didn't take out his mobile phone to read out the news of Han Jue's beating one by one.

"Have you decided which producer's team to go to?" Xiao Fan took the overall situation into account.

"No, isn't there a producer performing it? What about you, are you sure you're going to Mr. Wang?"

"yes, I'll be beaten to death if I don't go. Xiao Fan didn't dare to tell his teacher that he actually wanted to go to his idol's team, "Don't you really go to my teacher's team?" He said he could help you make a record. ”

"We'll talk about that then. ”

"Come on, come on, come on~"

"You calm down. ”

……

The seats next to Han Jue were full after all, after all, the seats were set according to the number of people.

As soon as the number of people is full, it's almost time to start.

The on-site director ran out and told everyone that there were still 10 minutes to start, and everyone should adjust and prepare as soon as possible.

Then everyone should go to the toilet, drink water, drink chocolate, eat chocolate. Some of the contestants are just starting to get nervous now, pulling out their headphones to listen to the music and practicing.

The tense pressure of the game is coming.

Ten minutes later.

It's still the host, still hiding in I don't know which corner, I just hear it:

"Welcome to the second round of assessment of "Huaxia Hip Hop". ”

Then in front of everyone in the hall, a large screen showed a picture, in which was a circular stage, and there was a smaller circle in the middle, which should be the lifting platform that transported the failed players to leave.

Several staff members with cameras began to roam the hall to capture the expressions of the players watching the game.

"Please let in player 0055, please prepare player 0172. "It seems that the order of the second round is determined according to the order in which the first round is passed.

Han Jue stood up, high-fived Xiao Fan, and slowly left his seat in the eyes of everyone.

He is number 0172.

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(PS: I saw that many friends have been talking about the protagonist's personality recently, let me explain: The protagonist's personality in his previous life was not normal, and it will change in this life, I want to write the character as fluid, and there is growth, so that's it.) ）