During these days when Han Jue lived in the Demon City, he saw countless people preparing to line up to become a big shot. He felt that every young man here wanted to become a star. Naturally, he heard the old saying that circulated more than once: Xiaohong relies on praise, Dahong relies on fate, and forced praise is punished by God.

Han Jue believed that no one was going to support him and his life was not good. He had to quickly make a fortune before God could react and run away.

He needs to be extra careful.

The weather is sunny, and the Magic City Film and Television Studio Base.

"Your song confirmation has been sent to the program team's email address, right?" the staff member was operating the computer, frowning and asking without raising his head.

"Yes. I'm sure the sending was successful." Han Jue replied, leaning over and trying to cross the counter to see the staff's computer screen.

"But not. Did you send the wrong person?" The staff pressed the [Refresh] button and didn't even brush anything out.

Han Jue also frowned, but he wasn't sure. After receiving the text message from the second round of notification from the program team, he sent the song to the email address in the text message. He only checked it three times and sent it out.

[Blame yourself for being too lazy.] Han Jue complained that he should check it 7 times.

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

With the staff's expression on his face [Oh, you guy is quite cautious], he took Han Jue's hard drive.

"Basic operations and basic operations." Han Jue smiled slightly.

Han Jue leaned over and stared at the staff and copied the songs on the hard drive.

This is really just a basic operation for Han Jue. Today he brought two hard drives, hiding them in different places. He took all the accidents into consideration before going out. In fact, if both hard drives disappeared unexpectedly, he would have backups on his mobile phone and on his computer cloud drive.

[I am such a perfect person, so amazing.] Han Jue thought.

After saying goodbye to the staff, Han Jue left the room and followed the instructions to a hall.

The hall is arranged in a stepped shape. The rear row is higher, so as to ensure that people in the last row of the panoramic shots can also show their faces.

There were already many contestants sitting in the hall. The program team announced that they would arrive at 10 o'clock. Han Jue had arrived in advance, but he didn't expect that there would be one earlier.

The contestants who came early gathered together in groups of three or three, and those who were particularly laughing were all dressed up and looked easy to mess with, just the word "bad guy" on their faces.

There are also some lonely people, with a master's style, and when they pull the hat of a hoodie, they will immerse themselves in their own world. It's also because the air inside is enough, otherwise they can get heatstroke from these people who are [who wears headphones and listens to music without wearing the hat of a hoodie, it feels like they are almost gone].

Han Jue touched the baseball cap on his head and walked directly to the corner of the last row and sat down.

This behavior is very eye-catching.

Even the most lonely contestants still sat in the first row early. Not to mention that they admired their personalities and flamboyance in their rap. The more they went forward, the more likely the audience could see this opportunity first, which was enough for these contestants to rush to sit forward one by one.

Han Jue's maverickness was abnormal. Everyone was thinking about which college student hadn't changed his habit of going to school. When they turned around, they saw that it was this person. No wonder they sat in the back. They were quite self-conscious.

Then the gangs that were talking and laughing heavily looked at Han Jue from time to time and burst into laughter.

Han Jue rolled his eyes and felt that these people were of the same moral character as the campus gangsters he had when he was in junior high school.

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

When everyone saw Han Jue pretending again, their laughter became louder and louder, like children, thinking that disturbing the other party would attract the other party's attention. They smiled and looked at Han Jue, hoping that Han Jue could look at them, and then they showed the evil spirits that had been brewed and provoked Han Jue.

But Han Jue never looked up at them anymore. 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, his posture was still as beautiful as a picture. Everyone turned their heads and saw nothing.

As time goes by, more and more people are in the hall.

After some contestants came in, they called their friends and caused a stir in the venue.

What’s a little pitiful is that the contestants just sit silently next to the people they know. Since everyone is in the circle, you know my friends and I know your friends, it’s easy to chat.

There are only a few people like Han Jue who are lonely and lonely. Among them is Han Jue's infamous reputation and the effect of the whole audience's tacit understanding.

Most of the contestants still sat in front, and Han Jue's corner seemed to be isolated, which made Han Jue very eye-catching. Almost every contestant who came in would see Han Jue as soon as possible. In the contestants who saw Han Jue, the contestants from the underground would tacitly relay the game. The idol contestants didn't want Mu Xiuyulin to be beaten to death as a pioneer. We are not from the same company, so there is no [idol faction] camp. The peers are enemies, and they also wish Han Jue was killed.

This balance was finally broken by Xiao Fan. After Xiao Fan came in, he greeted some contestants, but no one expected that Xiao Fan finally sat next to Han Jue. Xiao Fan was still young and had a different circle. Except for some contestants who secretly slap Xiao Fan, the rest didn't care much about the end of the game.

"Is it fun?" Xiao Fan said with a wicked smile.

"What?" Han Jue took his attention from the book and looked at Xiao Fan in surprise.

Xiao Fan pointed to the empty seats around him. The other corner in the distance was full of people, which was very obvious.

Han Jue looked at Xiao Fan's gaze.

Some contestants who were unhappy Han Jue finally turned their eyes when they saw Han Jue. They all wanted to fire the first and second and third shots of [Strike Idols]. Only they themselves knew whether there was any small idea of ​​doing something to win the weight of the program’s camera.

"Is it fun?" Xiao Fan emphasized his loyalty again.

Han Jue glanced at the malicious sight as if he was looking at the cabbage. Finally, he shrugged at Xiao Fan and said that he didn't care.

Xiao Fan doesn't expect that Han Jue, who has experienced the national tide, can be disgusting with such a small scene.

Xiao Fan approached Han Jue a little closer and said, "After passing this game, we have to choose a contestant to work together and advance to the next level. Which one did you choose to be the opponent?"

It was related to the game, and Han Jue still cared about it. After listening to Xiao Fan's words, he shook his head and said, "I don't know any of them. I haven't finished watching the previous episode. I don't know who is good or who is not. Do you have any suggestions?"

Xiao Fan leaned back, pulled a distance apart, looked at Han Jue carefully, trying to tell whether Han Jue really didn't know him or was nonsense.

Han Jue was waiting for Teacher Xiaofan’s advice.

Xiao Fan retracted his body and wanted to tell Han Jue some powerful champion candidates to fight against the thunder. But doing so was too bad, and he came with a master mission.

"You choose whatever you want, as long as you don't choose me. If you want to be more secure, choose someone who is not strong in the next round. Everyone is embarrassed to say something on the surface. Hip-Hop's political correctness is to be yourself. If you want to pass the test safely, what should you do to watch the fun?"

Xiao Fan finally honestly suggested,

"In addition, if you want topicality, someone in the previous episode said that if you pass the second round by chance, he will kill you in the third round. Didn't you see it? It's the next one that will be broadcast after you. You can pick him and kill him on the stage, which will be very good. Maybe the program team hopes to see this too."

"What you mean by [fuck me to death] and [slaughtering him] is meant to defeat the other party with rap, right?" Han Jue said uncertainly.

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

"Are you all so fierce in rap? Don't you advocate love and peace? I misunderstood." Han Jue frowned and looked like a parent who saw his own children and wild children playing together.

[Have you hit fewer people?] Xiao Fan clenched his fists and finally couldn't take out his cell phone to read the news of Han Jue hitting people one by one.

"Are you sure which producer team you can go to?" Xiao Fan asked for the overall situation.

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

"Yes, if you don't go, I'll be beaten to death." Xiao Fan didn't dare to tell his teacher that he actually wanted to go to his idol's team, "Don't you really want to go to my teacher's team? He said he could help you make a record."

"Let's talk about it then."

"Come on, come on, come on~"

"Calm down."

...

After all, the seats around Han Jue were full of people, after all, the seats were set according to the number of people.

Once the number of people is full, you can almost start.

The director on the scene ran out and told everyone that it would start in 10 minutes. Everyone should adjust as soon as possible and prepare.

Then everyone should go to the toilet, drink water, and eat chocolate. Some contestants are only starting to get nervous now, take out their headphones and listen to music to practice.

The tension and pressure of the game came to your face.

Ten minutes later.

I am still the host, still hiding in a corner of unknown origin, only hearing the sound:

"Welcome to the second round of assessment of "Huaxia Hip Hop".

Then, in front of the hall, a large screen showed the picture. There was a circular stage in the picture, and there was a smaller circle in the middle, which should be the lifting platform where the failed player left.

Several staff members holding cameras began to wander around the hall, capturing the expressions of the contestants watching the game.

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

Han Jue stood up, slammed Xiao Fan, and slowly left his seat in the eyes of everyone.

He is No. 0172.

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Chapter completed!