Almighty station sister became a top stream after becoming an idol

Chapter 79

Shen Xingzhou was silent for a few seconds before asking: "Is this the song you chose?"

Xiang Yuzhi didn't notice his strangeness, so he said to himself, "That's right, I just memorized the lyrics for a long time, and I finally got it."

"En." Shen Xingzhou responded, and corrected her pronunciation on the receiver side.

Xiang Yuzhi wrote it down one by one, and after confirming that there was no problem, he started today's conversation practice.

Half an hour is quick.

Xiang Yuzhi stretched his waist, "I won't delay you, good night manager."

Hanging up the phone, Xiang Yuzhi threw the phone into the drawer and lay down on the table to do reading comprehension. After another half an hour, she rubbed her neck and turned to look at the two empty beds, muttering to herself: All eleven It's too late and I won't come back.

The next night, Xiang Yuzhi sang the complete song to Shen Xingzhou again, "How is this time?"

"Okay." Shen Xingzhou replied.

"Okay." Xiang Yu Zhi was happy, and asked again: "What's the topic of today's conversation? Dream job?"

"it is good."

After Xiang Yuzhi finished practicing, he felt a headache looking at the densely packed English words, so he stopped reading and went to dance practice.

As soon as I passed the hall, I heard different kinds of music in my ears.

It was almost eleven o'clock, and almost no one went back.

Roll up, start to roll up.

Sigh to Yu Zhi, she also wants to be the king of scrolls, who is afraid of whom?
In the middle of the night, Xiang Yuzhi began to keep time in front of the mirror.

Cheng Xuan came in hungry, holding a slice of pizza in one hand and coffee in the other, "Yu Zhi, coffee."

Xiang Yuzhi stopped, looked at the Starbucks logo and the transparent cup in her hand, and asked, "Ice American?"

Cheng Xuan shook her head, "I don't like how bitter the Americano is, so I bought a caramel macchiato or a latte, which one do you want?"

"Sugar-free caramel macchiato." Xiang Yuzhi said intentionally.

"That's not true." Cheng Xuan sat on the ground, "You're looking for fault."

Xiang Yuzhi smiled and took a cup of latte: "Did you buy it for everyone or just me?"

Cheng Xuan: "I bought them all."

After finishing speaking, she dragged Xiang Yuzhi to sit with her, complaining: "Why are you all working so hard this time? I just went to see Meng Shuyao, and her clothes were full of water when she wrung them. Passed out."

Xiang Yuzhi glanced at her, reached out and lifted the hem of his clothes, and twisted it hard.

Tick-tock drops of water all fell on the floor.

Cheng Xuan was dumbfounded: "Excuse me."

Xiang Yuzhi smiled: "Since you don't want to practice, go back and have a good rest. What are you doing here?"

Cheng Xuan took a sip of coffee through the straw, and sighed, "I'll feel at ease sitting here, but I'll feel guilty if I go back."

Xiang Yuzhi nodded in agreement, "To be honest, I am too, so why don't we go together?"

Although Xiang Yuzhi also rolls, she is very good at using her time. Because of her poor foundation, she often practiced until midnight.

Instead, I often remind myself that I can take a break.

If the stage effect is not good due to physical reasons, then the preliminary work will be completely in vain.

"Okay." Cheng Xuan agreed with her suggestion, and she would feel more at ease when the two of them went back together.

Xiang Yuzhi smiled: "Okay, then I'll dance for you once and then we go?"

Cheng Xuan was naturally happy, but still hesitated, "Aren't you afraid that I'll learn from you?"

Xiang Yuzhi got up, turned on the camera, and glanced at her when she heard the words, "Missy shouldn't be able to learn it, right?"

"Cut." Cheng Xuan crossed her legs, watched her fiddling with the camera, and said stiffly, "Who said I couldn't learn it? This lady is different from Jiang Yuqiu, and I don't bother to learn it secretly."

Xiang Yuzhi ignored her, turned on the video button, then stood still in front of the mirror, and the music sounded at the same time.

From the first movement, Cheng Xuan focused on watching until the end of the music.

Xiang Yuzhi turned off the camera, picked up a towel to wipe off his sweat, and looked at Cheng Xuan, "Miss, do you have any suggestions?"

Cheng Xuan clapped her hands a few times, "Excellent, it's only the second day that you can catch up with the time?"

She paused for a few seconds, and then said: "A small suggestion, should you be more unruly and more defiant in this song."

Xiang Yuzhi thought about her suggestion, and nodded, "I also found this problem, but if I play some more, there will be another problem. Will the audience's acceptance—?"

"No." Cheng Xuan took another sip of coffee, "What age are you, sir, isn't this normal?"

"Okay, I'll try again tomorrow, let's go, go back and rest."

The next day, Xiang Yuzhi changed his dancing style a little, and began to practice combining dancing and singing.

Such a test really made her discover the problem.

The lung capacity required for this song is really too great, it’s not enough to stand up and sing, but if you add dancing, it’s hard not to breathe.

But with a breath, the aura of the whole song will be compromised.

Xiang Yuzhi frowned, and suddenly remembered a sentence that his fan idol said: "Any flawed performance is due to lack of practice. If you forget the dance moves, it means you haven't formed muscle memory. If your breath is not good, then there is only Stupid way, run."

Xiang Yuzhi immediately went to the gym on the top floor.

There was no one inside.

There were people practicing yoga here from time to time before, but now everyone is not in the mood.

Xiang Yuzhi got on the treadmill, set it to the climbing mode, and ran while singing.

When I sang it for the first time, the voice was intermittent, high and low, and I couldn't hear it.

For nearly half an hour, Xiang Yuzhi felt that his throat was about to smoke.

It was simply torture.

Xiang Yuzhi stopped the treadmill, slumped on the ground, letting the sweat on his back soak his entire clothes.

She now understands, no wonder some artists' professional abilities will gradually deteriorate. After becoming famous, they earn a lot of money and have time to enjoy it. Who would work so hard to maintain their state.

After pouring a bottle of water, Xiang Yuzhi gritted his teeth and stood on the treadmill again, continuing to practice until he was exhausted.

She hasn't reached the time to lie flat and rotten, at least after her debut, she is eligible to rest.

At dusk, Xiang Yuzhi went downstairs with trembling legs.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw a GoPro recording a program at the exit.

Subconsciously, she wanted to cover her face with her hair, without even thinking about it, she must have turned into plateau red now.

But after thinking about it, forget it, if you are photographed, you will be photographed, and you will not be marketing a goddess without makeup.

When she got to the practice room, she forced herself to dance.

After a while, she suddenly realized that running is still effective. Although the effect is still not satisfactory, it is much better than in the morning.

Practice time always flies by quickly.

It's finally time for Saturday's live broadcast.

Xiang Yuzhi and dozens of other trainees did their makeup, and they all sat in the second scene.

As soon as she walked in, everyone started to focus on her.

"You even dyed your hair?"

"Win, win, how can you let others play with your outfit?"

"Cool, Xiang Yuzhi."

　Thanks Chi Yu for the reward.

Thank you Bing Xin Shuangshuang for the monthly pass.

Thanks to book friends 285395 and WY0WY017 for the Xiaoxiang tickets.

　
(End of this chapter)