Superstars start with hip-hop

Song Yubai wore a necklace and returned to his seat in the envious eyes of the rappers.

Sitting in the position, Song Yubai thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and sent assistant Xiao Zhao an approved message.

Although the audition has been passed, because of the recording of the program, it is necessary to wait until the audition is over before all the players can leave the scene.

Song Yubai felt that this was very unfriendly to those rappers who hadn't got the chain, and he watched one rapper after another get the chain he didn't get.

Next, Song Yubai was recording the show very attentively, and a brilliant rapper appeared, and he would also cooperate with him to say something and boast, and successfully mixed many shots.

The audition lasted until around 6 o'clock in the evening. Just when Song Yubai was about to leave the scene to eat in an orderly manner, he was stopped by a young lady.

"Hello, I need you to make up some interviews here to cut into the feature film. Please follow me."

Song Yubai followed to the temporary recording studio and was asked a few questions, finally ending today's trip.

Coming outside the gymnasium, night has fallen. The bustling metropolis, brilliant lights, traffic, and crowds made Song Yubai feel somewhat unreal.

I made a call to Assistant Xiao Zhao, but did not get through. Assistant Xiao Zhao sent a WeChat message, saying that he was taking Wang Yang to arrange accommodation in "idol trainees" and so on, because Wang Yang's participation in the program was closed. For the show, there is no way to pick Song Yubai.

Ask Song Yubai to contact another assistant to pick him up.

Song Yubai opened the address book and found the name of another assistant, and the note was Sister Xuan.

After hesitating, press the dial button.

The reason for the hesitation was that in the memory of her predecessor, Sister Xuan really treated herself like her brother, so Song Yubai hadn't figured out how to deal with it.

After a beep, the call was connected.

Liu Xuan's voice came from the receiver, "Xiao Bai, is it over with you?"

"Well, yes, sister Xuan, can you come to pick me up?" Song Yubai said.

"Okay, congratulations on passing the sea election first. You don't know to tell me first. I only found out through Xiao Zhao." Liu Xuan was a little dissatisfied that Song Yubai didn't tell herself about the sea election first.

"Hey, isn't this trying to surprise Sister Xuan." Song Yubai smiled.

Perhaps because of his predecessor, Song Yubai felt that he did not feel unfamiliar with Liu Xuan, but rather at ease.

"Okay, I won't be poor with you. Sister will pick you up now and invite you to dinner later." Liu Xuan chuckled on the phone and hung up.

It may be that Song Yubai was also an orphan in his previous life, and the reason for the lack of love suddenly felt that there was an older sister like Liu Xuan, and his heart was a little warm.

Pretending to look deeply into the sky, "I finally feel a little bit of belonging."

After sinking for a while, Song Yubai started to fiddle with his banana phone, turned on the camera and took two selfies of himself, "I'm really a man with no dead ends."

I didn't edit the picture, so I uploaded it to Weibo with confidence, with the text "The end of the audition."

Even if you are an 18-tier star, you still have to run your own Weibo. Although there are not many fans, if you don't manage it, it is estimated that even this fan will run away.

Someone commented immediately after uploading.

What are the basics, first blood, first floor, first, etc. comments.

In addition, there are some comments that praise their handsomeness.

Song Yubai curled his mouth, "Superficial, too superficial." But the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

Refreshing the hot search, the first is the divorce of a certain line of stars, the second is cheating, and the third is advertising.

After swiping on Weibo for a while, I learned a little bit about the entertainment industry in this world, and looked at the small fresh meats that were on fire. Song Yubai had some lemons.

A kind of thing called Yewang, well, the desire for fire arose from my heart, and it passed through, and the hardware configuration is very nice, it makes no sense to always be a salted fish.

Although Xianyu's life is really comfortable, you have to pay if you want it.

"Dididi." Song Yubai realized that Liu Xuan had already driven the car in front of him when the horn sounded.

Liu Xuan was wearing a white ripped sweater with a light makeup on her face, she looked twenty-five or sixteen years old.

He opened the door of the co-pilot and sat in.

"What did you think about? A deep face, I didn't notice it when the car drove in front of you." Liu Xuan was really curious, after all, she had never seen Song Yubai show this expression before.

There was a feeling of Song Yubai growing up in the trance.

Song Yubai fastened his seat belt, his face was serious, "I was thinking about life just now."

"Really?" Liu Xuan's eyes lit up. She used to be really afraid that Song Yubai would continue to salt the fish. It seems that she doesn't need to worry so much today?

Song Yubai wanted to take another deep wave to appear mature, but his stomach didn't allow it.

I recorded a day of hip-hop, and there was a lunch box provided by the hip-hop program group at noon. It was a bit difficult to eat, so now my stomach rang very badly.

Song Yubai broke the power in one second, "Actually, I'm thinking about waiting for the hot pot to have yellow throat or hairy belly, red oil pot or mandarin duck pot, or whether to add coriander."

Liu Xuan couldn't help laughing. "Then you gave me a deep look just now."

Then, learning how Song Yubai was just now, he frowned and said to Song Yubai, "Yellow throat and hairy belly are all you need, red oil pot or mandarin duck pot is fine, and coriander is absolutely not needed."

"I'll say it again, listen to me, absolutely no coriander."

Song Yubai: "Okay! Then let's red oil pot!"

Liu Xuan: "Okay, please, please, get up."

Food agreement, reached happily.

Soon, Song Yubai and Liu Xuan sat in a hot pot restaurant. The spicy hot pot bottom stimulated people's sense of smell and taste buds, causing the secretion of saliva.

Song Yubai and Liu Xuan are sitting on the more reliable decks. After all, Song Yubai is also a star, even if it is an 18th line.

The waiter was bringing tableware and lemonade, and Song Yubai and Liu Xuan talked first.

"Sister Xuan, I have something to tell you."

"Oh? Is that a coincidence? Your sister Xuan has something to tell you."

Waiter: "The yellow throat or the hairy belly in the set meal, which one do you want?"

Song Yubai: "I want a yellow throat, and another hairy belly."

Liu Xuan: "Why don't you talk about Xiaobai first."

Waiter: "What kind of pot bottom do you want?"

Liu Xuan: "Red oil."

Song Yubai: "I'll talk about it first."

Waiter: "Do you want coriander?"

Song Yubai and Liu Xuan said in unison: "No coriander!!"

Hot pot is too tempting, and Song Yubai has been hungry for a long time, so Song Yubai said, "Sister Xuan, shall we talk about it after we finish eating?"

Liu Xuan nodded. As a foodie, she can't stand the temptation too much, "Okay, let's talk about it after eating."

The food agreement was reached happily again.

The fighting power of eating goods is very long-lasting. After more than an hour, Song Yubai belched with satisfaction.

Liu Xuan also took out a paper towel, wiped off the red oil on her lips, and then took out the red to make up the lipstick that she had eaten, and she transformed from a food-eater to an elegant working woman.

Song Yubai wiped his mouth and said, "Sister Xuan, what did you want to say before?"

"I am going to resign, and I am not going to be an assistant to your team in the future. Anyway, your contract is about to expire." Liu Xuan said sternly.

"What about you, what are your plans for the future?"

Song Yubai was stunned for a moment. Liu Xuan's thoughts really coincided with him. "I don't plan to renew the contract with Qingcao Entertainment. I want to change to a better agency."

"Would you like to consider mixing with your sister Xuan?" Liu Xuan sipped the lemonade elegantly, sipping a sense of high-quality red wine.

Song Yubai was stunned for a while, mixed with sister Xuan?Could it be that Sister Xuan is a rich second generation who came to Qingcao Entertainment to experience her life, and now she wants to go back to inherit the family business and plan to support me?

Song Yubai made up a script instantly.

Liu Xuanbai glanced at Song Yubai, "What do you think? Sister Xuan dares to resign, of course, she has already found her next home."

"It's a big company. You are trying to gain some popularity with hip-hop. Sister Xuan finds a way to help you get a good contract." He took another sip of lemonade.

Song Yubai learned to take a sip, and another sip. He didn't quench his thirst, and became bored with one sip. "That's OK."

Liu Xuan led Song Yubai to the checkout. In traditional novels, the story of mocking the protagonist being Xiao Bailian did not appear. Most people in the real world are still more polite.

Even mockery, most of them belong to the kind of inner drama.

Liu Xuan drove Song Yubai downstairs, "The next recording with hip-hop is three days later, you should prepare well, and remember to call me if you need it."

"Okay, Sister Xuan, I'll go back first." Song Yubai unlocked his seat belt and got out of the car.

"Well, remember to take a good rest when you go back." Liu Xuan replied.

"Got it." Song Yubai took two steps, thought about it and turned around.

"Sister Xuan, remember to send me a message when you get home."

"Okay, I see." Liu Xuan waved her hand and started the car.

...

Song Yubai returned home, first took a shower, changed into loose pajamas, and lay lazily on the soft bed.

Still comfortable on the bed, I took a can of ice sprite happily and started to swipe the phone.

Take a sip, swipe, and feel that life has reached its peak.

In the hot search list, I saw a hot search that has something to do with me. There is a hip-hop audition, which is probably bought by the program group.

The hip-hop official microblog released some interview clips before the opening of today's audition, and the speed is still very good.

At one and a half minutes of the video, Song Yubai successfully discovered a seven-second shot of himself.

"Well, it hasn't been cut for a second." He took another sip of ice sprite happily.

Soon Song Yubai drank a can of Sprite, and at the same time an idea came up. He must accept a Coke or Sprite advertisement in the future so that he can prostitute, um, be a dedicated spokesperson.

Then Song Yubai thought about the second recording three days later, so various songs popped up in his mind, although he didn't remember it very well.

But if I think hard, I should be able to remember some, my thinking gradually diverged, and I fell into a sweet sleep.