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An assistant director came over and asked the guests to get on the car of the program group, which was a black SUV. Each car was equipped with a camera and a tablet computer, so that they could see the performance of other guests in the elevator in real time.

Baochan got off the nanny car, green, straight, and the light makeup that seemed to be absent matched him very well. He had a gentle and handsome atmosphere. This type of male artist is very rare in today's entertainment industry. The assistant director couldn't help watching two more Eye.

He was the No. 7 car, and Lan Tian and Xiao Huang followed. The sky was already dark at this time, and there were one or two flashes of lightning from time to time, as well as muffled thunder.

"Have you decided on the script and characters?" Lan Tian asked as he walked towards the No. 7 car.

"The Voice of the Box is a live variety show," the assistant director replied, "The highlight is that there is no script."

No script?Lan Tian couldn't believe it: "Then how do you position an artist..."

Two people came out of the apartment building ahead, holding a pair of selfie sticks. They should be the guests who just finished recording. Bao Chan glanced at them and recognized them.

With flaxen hair and a girly face, it was the little angel sitting on Zhang Rong's left at the dinner party that day. I forgot the surname Baochan, but I only remembered that he secretly picked peanuts from the table and ate them.

"Brother Bao?" People remembered him clearly, "You're here too!"

Baochan smiled and said hello, feeling a little sorry, but he didn't know that people remembered him only because he was sitting next to Zhang Rong.

The assistant director took back the equipment from the little angel, handed it to Baochan after a simple adjustment, then took a new earphone, checked the channel with him, and led him into the apartment.

Xiao Huang followed in as an assistant, and Lan Tian went to the No. 7 car by himself, watching Baochan's real-time performance through the tablet computer fixed on the back of the seat.

Bao Zhan in the camera is a little confused. Although he appeared on stage in his early twenties, it is his first time to participate in a variety show, especially this kind of variety show where he sings to strangers in the elevator. It is normal for him not to let go.

The apartment is called Friendship Building, and the decoration is considered high-end, but it is obviously old. The lobby is very narrow, and there are two elevators on each side. When you walk over and take a look, the cars are indeed narrow.

The assistant director explained: "Passers-by respond to your song and take the initiative to talk to you, even a single word is considered a success,"

Bao Chan pursed his lips and nodded.

"Three chances," the assistant director emphasized, "fail three times, just come out."

Baochan took a deep breath: "Okay."

Probably seeing that he was nervous, the dark-faced assistant director rarely showed a smile: "It's just a test shoot, be yourself." He pointed the phone lens on the selfie stick at Bao Chan's face, "What the program team wants to see is The personality of the guest."

The implication is that what the program group wants is not ten impeccable singers, but ten elements with completely different levels, styles, and personalities, so that there can be contrast, collision, and growth.

Baochan understood, relaxed somewhat, thanked him, and stepped into the elevator.

As soon as he entered, he realized that opera singing is not allowed here, and the cramped confined space, once the cadenzas of Peking opera come out, will only scare the unsuspecting passers-by to death.

He panicked, why not sing?Sing what can sing those experienced entertainers?What can you sing to win the favor of strangers?

"Brother Bao," Xiao Huang handed over mineral water, "moisten your throat."

This assistant is not very old. Although his surname is Huang, he is an authentic cold white skin. He is 1.7 meters tall and weighs 170 kilograms. He is very attractive and likes a small bun.

He knows Baochan???s background, and Lan Tian specifically explained that in their line of business, knowing an assistant director in the program group is considered a connection, but Baochan skipped the program group and platform, and had a brotherly relationship with the group boss. He dared not take it seriously serve.

"You can drink." Baochan didn't have any airs of domineering, and smiled gently.

The elevator door closed slowly, and there were only the two of them in the palm-sized place. Baochan clearly felt the difficulty of this program, the environment was unfamiliar and quiet, it was the kind of place where two friends would unconsciously lower their voices when entering , but he wants to sing with his voice open, with a camera on his head and unpredictable audience outside the door, it is really difficult.

"Don't stress, Brother Bao," Xiao Huang reassured him, "Think about it, foreigners are more open than us, and when you sing, maybe they will be more enthusiastic and give you harmony..."

Just as I was talking, the elevator door opened, and the person who came in was indeed a foreigner, female, aged 50, wearing a conservative bronze woolen dress, her indifferent blue eyes glanced at the selfie stick in Baochan's hand, and turned away in disgust body.

Uh... the promised openness, the promised enthusiasm, Xiao Huang's sweat came down.

Bao Chan stood behind her, staring at himself on the phone screen awkwardly, tried to open his mouth a few times, but his throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

She was pressing the seventh floor, seeing the floor lights flashing higher and higher, Xiao Huang coughed anxiously, and there was a ding sound, and the seventh floor was reached, she turned her head and stared at Xiao Huang, covered her mouth and nose and walked down.

The elevator door closed again, and Baochan exhaled as if he had been pardoned. In ten seconds, a chance was gone. He didn't even have time to react, and he didn't even have time to relieve his tense emotions.

"It's okay, Brother Bao," Xiao Huang encouraged him, "We still have two more chances."

The car moved again and started to go up. It was someone from the upper floors who called the elevator.

"Hold on, Brother Bao, hold on!" Xiao Huang entered the battle state, and on the other side of the phone camera were the program crew and other guests who were evaluating Baozhan's strength in real time. If he lost the link twice in a row, it would be too embarrassing for Yangyang Entertainment "Closing your eyes and swaying your heart, you're singing!"

On the 22nd floor, the elevator door opened. This time it was an Asian face, male, about 30 years old, indifferent to Baochan and his selfie stick, turned around and looked down at his phone.

Xiao Huang winked at Chaobao, meaning this is a good one, seize the opportunity!

It was indeed a good opportunity, but Baochan was not ready, it was too fast, everything in this show was too fast, the last time he failed was half a minute ago, he hadn't recalled it yet, staring at the back of the dark gray suit in front of him , People are completely dumbfounded.

From the 22nd floor to the first floor, up to 50 seconds, Xiao Huang saw that he hadn't responded, so he cleared his throat and sacrificed himself to open up an embarrassing situation for him: "The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the ground!" , "The Chinese people are so upbeat!"

The man in front was really startled by him, turned his head, and saw a little white fat man shaking his shoulders and singing: "This world is so crazy, mice are all cats as bridesmaids!"

He smiled, and said something in a foreign language, the atmosphere suddenly became good, Bao Chan adjusted his breath and wanted to speak, when the other party called, he answered with a serious face: "????????????"

Baochan froze there, missed the second chance again... He blushed, embarrassed, embarrassed, frustrated, and at a loss, until he heard a ding, and the man walked away talking on the phone go out.

This time Xiao Huang didn't say anything, just drooped his head and rubbed his nose, feeling a little bit blaming Lan Tian, ??????blaming her for letting him follow such a wretch, so what if he was a relative, even gods can't save him if he is incompetent.

Baochan stared at the cold metal door, there was only one chance left, if he couldn't open his mouth again, he would have to go out in despair and return home in front of everyone.

This is not his character, he once gave Daishan [-] backs for a little sponsorship, he used to walk home from Hongshi Station on a scorching July day, he used to have nothing, even if he has enough money today Energy, Zhang Rong can be on the show with a phone call, and he will never give up in this elevator.

He took a deep breath, turned his back to the elevator door that gave him a sense of oppression, adjusted the angle of the selfie stick, faced the camera, and slowly closed his eyes, "Brother Bao?" Xiao Huang didn't know what he was doing , "You, what wall are you facing, turn around quickly!"

The elevator doors opened for the third time, and for Baochan, this was the last time.The one who came up was a Caucasian male who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, in a well-made beige suit, with a serious face.

It's over, Xiao Huang's heart is completely cold.

The man pressed the [-]th floor, Xiao Huang swallowed, the number was unlucky.

Baochan didn't know anything, he was in his quiet corner, in the darkness, brewing the most subtle emotions.In the camera is his slender eyelids, slightly reddened by tension, a completely oriental, reserved beauty, he held his breath, and sang unhurriedly: "Master??????"

The man and Xiao Huang were taken aback at the same time, with a very gentle voice, with a rare charm, it is the soul of Peking Opera that has been accumulated for 200 years, it is an old-fashioned voice that has been cut off, and it is attached to an old-fashioned and old-fashioned Internet celebrity song On, in an instant, it penetrates into the heart of the listener.

Young master, in just three words, Bao Chan sang for 20 seconds, changing his voice several times, but didn???t take a breath in the middle. The foreigner was startled, and Xiao Huang???s eyes widened. lung capacity.

Baochan could feel the sight behind him, he didn't know if it was a man or a woman, he just regarded him as correcting, tenderly and tactfully, he sang "Young Master" and "Covered with Moss" to him, filling his voice projected emotion.

In 35 seconds, with a ding, the elevator doors opened on the eighteenth floor, and Baochan closed his throat and took his first breath.

In the quiet light of the camera, he opened his eyes slightly, as if he was timid or lazy, and glanced behind him, the man didn't stop after all, and walked out of the elevator with his briefcase.

It's over, with the only three chances, Baochan tried his best, facing the camera calmly, his blushing face and the elevator door gradually closing were displayed on the phone screen.

"Brother Bao..." Xiao Huang wanted to tell him that he sang really well. Although he failed here, his singing has a unique beauty, unconventional, unrepeatable, and amazing.

Suddenly, the door that was about to close on the screen of the phone opened again, and the tall white man did not leave, or turned back after leaving, gave Baochan a thumbs up, and hurriedly said: "Bravo!"

After speaking, he really left, and the elevator door slammed shut.

Baochan froze, still facing the door.

"I'll go!" Xiao Huang stamped his feet fiercely with clenched fists, jumped up and hugged Bao Chan, "Brother Bao! Let's pass the level, Brother Bao!"

After passing the test, Baozhan laughed, and a radiant face appeared on the screen of the phone as if the ice and snow had melted.