This star is from the earth

During these days when Han Jue lived in Shanghai, he saw countless people queuing up to become a big shot. He felt that every young man here wanted to be a star, so he heard the old saying more than once: Praise, big red depends on fate, strong praise is condemned by God.

Han Jue thinks that no one will praise him, and his life is not good, so he has to hurry up and run away before God can react.

He needs to be extra careful.

The weather is fine, and the base of the film and television recording studio in Shanghai.

"Is it confirmed that your song has been sent to the mailbox of the program group?" The staff member was operating the computer, frowning and asking without raising his eyebrows.

"Yes. I'm sure it was sent successfully." Han Jue replied, leaning over the counter and trying to glance at the staff's computer screen.

"But no. Did you send it to the wrong person?" The staff pressed the [Refresh] button and nothing came out.

Han Jue also frowned, he was actually not sure. After receiving the text message from the second round of notification from the program group, he sent the song to the mailbox in the text message. He only checked it three times before sending it out.

[I blame myself for being too lazy. 】Han Jue complained that he should check 7 times.

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

With the staff's expression of "Oh, you are very cautious", they took over Han Jue's hard drive.

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

For Han Jue, this is really just a basic operation. He brought a total of two hard drives today, which are hidden in different places. He took all accidents into consideration before going out. In fact, if both hard disks were accidentally lost, he still had a backup in his phone and a cloud disk on his computer.

Han Jue leaned over and stared at the staff copying the music from the hard drive. It's not that he's afraid of the sound source being stolen - someone as alert as him has already registered the copyright on the copyright website. He was just worried that the staff made mistakes somewhere.

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

After bidding farewell to the staff, Han Jue left the room and followed the instructions to a hall.

The hall is arranged in steps. The higher the rear row, the higher the height, to ensure that the people in the last row in the panoramic shot can also show their faces.

There were already many contestants sitting in the lobby. The program team informed that it would be ten o'clock. Han Jue had already arrived earlier, but he didn't expect it to be earlier.

The contestants who came early gathered together in twos and threes, chatting and laughing loudly, all of them were dressed up and looked not to be messed with, and they only had the word "bad guy" tattooed on their faces.

There are also some solitary ones, with the demeanor of a master, pulling the hood of the hoodie and immersing themselves in their own world. It’s also due to the cool air in the room, otherwise these people [who listen to music with headphones and don’t put on the hat of the hoodie will feel like something] will be overheated to heatstroke.

Han Jue touched the peaked cap on his head, went straight to the corner of the last row and sat down.

This behavior is striking.

Even the most solitary player still sat in the first row early. Not to mention that they worship individuality in their rapping bones, just because the closer the camera is to the front, the easier it is for the audience to see this opportunity first, which is enough for these contestants to rush to sit in front one by one.

Han Jue's maverick is very abnormal. Everyone was thinking about which college student hadn't given up the habit of going to school. They turned their heads and looked, oh, it turned out to be this one. No wonder they sat in the back, quite self-conscious.

Then those gangs who talked and laughed a lot, looked at Han Jue from time to time, and then let out bursts of laughter.

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

Han Jue opened the book he was carrying with him, raised his legs and read it.

Seeing that Han Jue started pretending again, everyone laughed louder and louder, like a child, thinking that disturbing the other party can attract the other party's attention. They looked at Han Jue while laughing, expecting that Han Jue would look at them, and then they would show their ferocious spirit and provoke Han Jue.

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

I have to say that even though 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, the hall was filled with more and more people.

After some contestants came in, they called their friends and friends to cause a bustling noise in the arena.

What's more pitiful is that the contestants sit silently next to people they know. Since everyone is in the same circle, you know my friends and I know your friends, so it is easy to chat.

There are very few people who are as lonely as Han Jue. Among them, Han Jue's notoriety was intimidating, and there was also the effect of the tacit understanding of the audience.

Most of the players still sat in the front. Han Jue's corner seemed to be isolated, making Han Jue very eye-catching. Almost every player who came in would see Han Jue immediately. Among the contestants who saw Han Jue, the underground contestants tacitly took over the game. As for the idol contestant, he didn't want Mu Xiuyu Lin to be beaten to death as a young bird. We are not in the same company, so there is no [Idol faction] camp, colleagues 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 players, but no one expected Xiao Fan to finally sit next to Han Jue. Xiao Fan is still young, and his social circle is different. Except for some players who poked Xiao Fan secretly, the rest didn't care too much about the end of the game.

"Interesting enough?" Xiao Fan asked with a smirk.

"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 corner on the far side is already full of people, which is obvious.

Han Jue followed Xiao Fan's line of sight.

Some contestants who were not happy with Han Jue finally turned their eyes when they saw Han Jue, and each of them wanted to fire the first shot, the second and the third shot of [Fighting Idols] viciously. Did any of them do something to fight for the show's footage? Mind, only they themselves know.

"Is it interesting enough?" Xiao Fan once again emphasized his loyalty.

And Han Jue skipped those malicious eyes like looking at cabbages. Finally, he shrugged at Xiao Fan, expressing that he didn't care.

Xiao Fan didn't expect this kind of small scene to make Han Jue, who had experienced the black tide of the whole people, disgusting.

Xiao Fan moved a little closer to Han Jue, and said, "After passing this test, we will choose one contestant to collaborate on a song, and choose one of the two to advance. Have you chosen which one to be your opponent?"

It's about the competition, and Han Jue still cares about it. After listening to Xiao Fan's words, he shook his head and said, "I don't know any of them, and I haven't finished watching the last episode, so I don't know who is good and who is not. You Any suggestions?"

Xiao Fan leaned back, opened a distance, and looked at Han Jue carefully, trying to distinguish whether Han Jue really didn't know him or was just talking nonsense.

Han Jue waited for Teacher Xiao Fan's suggestion.

Xiao Fan withdrew his body, wanting to tell Han Jue some strong champion candidates, and let Han Jue take the lead. But it's too bad to do so, and he came with the mission of the teacher.

"You can choose whatever you want, as long as you don't choose me. If you want to be safe, choose someone who is not strong in the next round. Everyone is embarrassed to say anything publicly. The political correctness of hip-hop is to be yourself. If you want to pass the test in a safe way, don't care about those spectator things, "

Finally, Xiao Fan honestly suggested,

"Also, if you want to be topical, in the last episode, someone said that if you get away with the second round, he will kill you in the third round. Didn't you see it? It aired after you The next one. It will be great if you pick him up and beat him up on stage. Maybe the show crew would like to see this too."

"The [kill me] and [hit him] you mean mean defeating the opponent with rap, right?" Han Jue was uncertain.

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

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

[Have you beaten too few people? 】Xiao Fan clenched his fists and managed to read out the news about Han Jue's beating one by one without taking out his mobile phone.

"Are you sure which producer's team you want to go to?" Xiao Fan asked for complacency in consideration of the overall situation.

"No, isn't there a producer performing it? Don't worry, let's talk about it after watching it. What about you, are you sure you went to Teacher Wang's?"

"Yes, if I don't go, I will be beaten to death." Xiao Fan didn't dare to tell his teacher that he actually wanted to join his idol's team. "Are you really not going to my teacher's team? He said yes." Help you out with the record."

"Let's talk about it later."

"Come on, come on, come on~"

"Calm down."

...

After all, the seat next to Han Jue was full of people. After all, the seat is set according to the number of people.

Once the number of people is full, it is almost time to start.

The on-site director ran out to tell everyone that the show would start in 10 minutes, and everyone adjusted as soon as possible to prepare.

Then everyone who should go to the toilet goes to the toilet, those who drink water drink water, and those who eat chocolate eat chocolate. Some contestants just started to get nervous now, and took out their headphones to listen to the music and practice.

The tension and pressure of the game is overwhelming.

Ten minutes later.

It's still the host, still hiding in an unknown corner, only hearing his voice:

"Welcome everyone to the second round of assessment of "The Rap of China"."

Then, right in front of everyone in the hall, a large screen displayed a picture. In the picture was a circular stage with a smaller circle in the middle, which should be the lifting platform for the failed contestants to leave.

Several staff members with cameras started to walk around the hall, capturing the expressions of the players watching the game.

"Contestant No. 0055 is invited to enter, and contestant No. 0172 is invited to get ready." It seems that the order of appearance in the second round is determined according to the order of passing the first round.

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

He is number 0172.

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(PS: I saw a lot of friends talking about the character of the protagonist recently. Let me explain: the character of the protagonist in the previous life was not normal, and it will change in this life. I want to write the character as fluid and growth-oriented , so that's it.)

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