The young man exuded a sharp aura.
This program encompassed ages 16-24, where teenagers had the purity and gentleness of youth, and young adults had the spirited and ambitious vigor of their age.
Gu Shaochu belonged to those who carried an extraordinary aura, from their gaze to their demeanor.
His hands, whether holding a tennis racket or a reagent dispenser in a chemistry lab, never made a mistake.
Since his youth, he was adored and spotlighted, and to this day, his pupils gleamed like morning stars.
Huo Ren made eye contact with him for a few seconds, speaking in a calm tone, “Hello, classmate, please introduce yourself.”
“Hello, teachers,” Gu Shaochu greeted with a light smile, remembering the previous joke, “Hello, grandmaster.”
“Looks like you know Chen Yuanqing?” Pei Ruye spoke with composure.
“He’s my childhood friend.”
The camera immediately cut to the young man who had just moved up to the higher group outside the stage, who waved his hand emotionlessly.
It was a visibly perfunctory gesture.
“So that’s how it is.” Mei Heng smiled, “Looking forward to your performance.”
Gu Shaochu was dressed in sleek and neat sportswear, with classic red and white dual-color stripes, devoid of any unnecessary adornment.
His skin was in excellent condition from regular sports activities, making even light makeup seem superfluous.
He appeared clear, spirited, and full of strength.
When the BGM started, it was the distant sound of a flute that came floating through.
With a raise of his hand, Gu Shaochu now held a Emei fan.
The audience outside immediately recalled the gold-threaded fan in Chen Yuanqing’s hand, and a wave of teasing and joking sounds followed.
Chen Yuanqing, supporting his chin with one hand and turning his head, seemed uninterested in his childhood friend, but after a long moment, he still glanced at the screen.
The flute solo followed a complex path, and the young man, raising his arm to fan out, was actually performing authentic martial arts.
This fan, also known as the carefree fan, required integrating the force through punching and stepping movements while using the sharp edge of the fan for poking, blocking, and generating a vigorous breeze.
The lines of his powerful waist and long legs under his sportswear were immediately visible, and when he struck forcefully, his palm wind was brisk, truly carrying a bit of undisguised ferocity!
The modern attire combined with classical martial arts, just the flamboyant flipping and falling gestures of the Emei fan alone deserve a round of applause.
Suddenly accelerating and then stopping, when he finally gathered his momentum, it was like a diving rabbit gathering light, turning the fan to capture all brilliance within.
โIt could be described as meticulously crafted, with the beauty of gold and jade!
Huo Ren was engrossed in studying the combination of real and feigned movements, while Pei Ruye leaned forward to sketch a few lines on paper, explaining the situation to him.
Such a child, if coming from a family with a tradition of martial arts, would often learn skills like Tai Chi from a master at a young age.
One reason is to calm and refine the will, and the other is to strengthen the body and consolidate the spirit.
Indeed, he was well-practiced and performed excellently.
Sealing his thoughts for a moment, then turning to ask for Mei Heng’s opinion.
The performance was captivating, his state stable, and his fundamentals solid.
Although he was not a trainee by origin, it was clear he was a promising child.
“There’s no need to hold back at this time,” Mei Heng smiled, “What does Ren Ren say?”
“Fifty,” Huo Ren exchanged a look with him, “Makes a memorable impression.”
With this score of fifty added, Gu Shaochu effortlessly advanced to the top group, thanking them with a smile in his eyes, exuding a subtle charm.
The camera gave him a close-up just in time.
Some boys outside had been his fans since elementary school, now dramatically clutching their chests and screaming in exaggeration.
Zhu Xizhi watched the screen warily for a few seconds.
Another strong competitor had appeared, complicating matters.
When Gu Shaochu exited the assessment room, he happened to meet Bo Huan face to face.
Bo Huan smiled politely as a greeting, while the latter stared at him for a few more seconds before nodding and stepping aside.
Bo Huan was the only one among the 120 participants to have waist-length hair.
He also came from a classical music and Chopin background, bearing a resemblance to his brother but with a touch more lightness and purity, making him undeniably noticeable.
Even before Bo Huan participated in the public examination, many trainees were secretly whispering.
“That long-haired boy, isn’t he Otis’s younger brother?”
“About nineteen or twenty, right? Seems like he’s trying to imitate his brother, isn’t that too deliberate?”
“Given his relationship with Teacher Huo, advancing should be quite smooth, right…”
Seeing Bo Huan arriving, Huo Ren didn’t avoid suspicion and greeted him with an open smile.
“Little Huan is here.”
“Brother Ren~!” Bo Huan’s call was crisp, and he smiled and greeted the other three teachers as well.
Only Feng Jin wasn’t very familiar with him and asked out of curiosity, “Are you Bo Jue’s younger brother?”
“Yes, I am.” The little white swan nodded lightly.
“Then, do you, like him,” Feng Jin mimed playing the hulusi and violin, “play a bunch of instruments?”
“I only play the piano,” Bo Huan smiled. “But I might learn a few more in the future.”
“If your brother is a famous idol, the pressure on yourself must be huge,” Mei Heng expressed concern. “Be sure to adjust your mentality and not care too much about what others think.”
Huo Ren briefly noted something down before asking, “What performance have you brought today?”
“โOff to the Racesโ originally sung by Lana Del Rey,” Bo Huan bowed. “Thank you for your guidance, teachers.”
As soon as the song title was mentioned, most of the trainees outside showed little reaction, but the faces of the four teachers who had heard the song changed momentarily.
Are you sure… you want to sing this?!
However, Bo Huan had already started, his long eyelashes lowering.
The moment he opened his mouth, it was an impressively accurate imitation of a husky, smoky voice, then lifting his eyes with a languid, suggestive gaze.
“My old man is a bad man
ๆ่็ทไบบๆฏไธชๅ็ทไบบ
But I can’t deny the way he holds my hand
ไฝๆๆ ๆณๆๆไปๆกไฝๆ็ๆ
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart”
ๆฑ็ดงๆ็่บซไฝ๏ผ็ถๅๆฅๆๆ็ๅฟ
His gaze swept over each teacher inch by inch, without a trace of fear or shame.
It was an intangible flirtation, a forbidden tease, and an innocently seductive charm.
“He doesn’t mind I have a Las Vegas past
ไปไธๅจๆๆๅจๆๆฏ็ปดๅ ๆฏ็่ฟๅป
He doesn’t mind I have a L.A. crass way about meโโ”
ไปไธๅจๆๆ้ฃไธๅฅๆดๆ็ถๅผ็็ฒ้ๆงๆ โโ
If a sense of shame is entirely a product of later education, then Bo Huan belongs to those who have been brutally honed by his brother so many times that he is now incredibly open-minded.
His tastes and interests accidentally matched his brother’s, leading to misunderstandings and rejections for many years.
Yet, due to his parents’ love and his inherent resilience, he inadvertently developed a heart of steel.
Holding the microphone in one hand, Bo Huan’s fallen, dusty voice followed the melody, swinging and turning, then suddenly changing to a soft, obedient sweet voice.
This song is also a particularly difficult cover, with the original’s vocal switch already being magical. Yet now, a long-haired young man presented it in a lowered key effortlessly.
“Be a good baby, do what I want
ๅไธไธชๅฅฝๅญฉๅญ๏ผๅๆๆณๅ็ไบ
Light of my life, fire of my loins
็นไบฎๆ็็ๅฝไนๅ ๏ผ็็งๆ็ๆฌฒๅฟตไน็ซ
Gimme them gold coins
ๆไฝ ็้ๅธ็ปๆ
Gimme them coinsโฆโฆ”
ๅฟซ็ปๆโฆโฆ
The ending tone was lifted, the gaze innocent, yet each note was sweetly enticing, drawing people in further.
The contradictory blend was incredibly real at this moment, with the smooth strings and heavy drum beats switching back and forth like a dual soul.
The bullet comments burst into a frenzy in an instant.
[Hold on, this vibe is nothing like his brother, right?? What’s going on with Xiao Huan???]
[Can really switch between a smoky and sweet voice? Are you sure he’s not lip-syncing to hype him up by the production teamโฆ]
[Even though the fan club portrays him as a little white swan, why do I smell a hint of dark cutting white, doesn’t matter, it’s still delicious ww]
[So seductive, I’m gonna bend, I’m gonna straighten, I can’tโโ]
Zhu Xizhi swallowed hard, lowering his voice to nudge Fu Mingnian with his elbow.
“Who do you think is more handsome, him or Chen Yuanqing?”
Fu Mingnian returned with a look of pity.
Bo Huan held the microphone stand with both hands, tilting his head to sing again.
His dark, flowing hair cascaded down, exuding an indescribable perfect aura.
Pei Ruye also took notes, feeling inexplicably that this child was born to be an entertainer.
His on-the-spot mentality was excellent, showing no shame in explicit expression, and his stage presence was quite beautiful.
Huo Ren watched Bo Huan intently for a long time, suddenly reminded of someone from the past.
He was similar yet entirely different from the person of the past.
“And he shows me, he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul
ไป็้ไบๆๆฏไธๅฏธ็ฆๆฒน่ฌไน้ป็็ต้ญ
He doesn’t mind I have a flat broke-down life
ไปไธๅจไนๆ่ฟ็็ไน้ทๆ ๅณใๆฏ็ฆป็ ด็ข็็ๆดป
In fact, he says he thinks it’s why he might like about me, admires me
ไบๅฎไธ๏ผไป่ฏด่ฟๆญฃๆฏไปๅๆฌขๆไนๆๅจ
The way I roll like a rolling stoneโโ”
็งฐ่ตๆๅฆ็ณๅคด่ฌๆธ็ฌๆปๆ็ๆ ทๅญ
His high notes were stable and relaxed, the emotional interpretation was rich and accurate. Although there were not many physical movements, his singing alone was touching.
Bo Huan was originally slim and elegant, singing such a decadent song made the audience even more immersed, even secretly wishing he would reveal more.
The final long notes floated past like pure white feathers landing on the heart’s tip, trembling slightly at the end.
“Very… surprising.” Feng Jin quickly wrote a score and handed it to him, giving the only direct commendation of the night: “You have potential, I see good things in your future.”
The author has something to say:
Watching the show while drinking tea, Bo Jue: Pfftโโโโ
Long Jia (expertly patting the back): Calm down, Professor Bo, you have to accept reality.
ใThe second group will not have any official CPsใ
ใIt’s okay if you can’t remember the names, just randomly support anyone since there will be eliminations over timeใ
ใNext chapter previewใ
The moment he sensed him about to let go, Mei Shengyao tightened his embrace again.
“Brother,” the young man’s voice was hoarse as he leaned in, “โฆChi Chi is with me.”