MTL - When the Empress Dresses Up As a Female Trainee-Chapter 39 This little dwarf, why is he always...

/ Mo Baqian

Qi Mo and He Ruilin are both in the vocal group, sitting together.

So when they came to the stage, the two walked together, He Ruilin stood on the far left, and Qi Mo stood in the middle.

Lan Muzhou reserved a position on the right side.

Lan Muzhou frowned.

Xindao Qi Mo is a dwarf, it's okay to be half a head shorter than him, why is he not as tall as Rui Lin.

He walked up to the stage, raised his eyebrows at Qi Mo, his eyes were fierce, "Stand aside."

Qi Mo didn't move, and imitated Lan Muzhou's way of raising his brows.

It's not a good boy to be so arrogant.

It's so embarrassing for Qi Mo not to move after letting go.

Lan Muzhou puffed his cheeks angrily, "Hurry up."

This time he spoke in an aggressive tone, but it was matched with an unconscious expression, a bit like a child playing tricks.

Qi Mo moved a step to the side, leaving a place in the middle.

Only then did Lan Muzhou stand on the stage with satisfaction.

He yelled for two seconds.

It's really rare to be able to make Qi Mo so obedient.

Seeing the little interaction between the two trainees, Cheng Zhuo laughed, "I remember Lan Muzhou said last time that he must surpass Qi Mo, this time with such determination, so should he stand in the middle?"

Lan Muzhou is a confident person, but he is not arrogant.

He admitted that this time, Qi Mo had a better chance of being number one.

Don't stand in the middle...

Tch, I just don't want to see Qi Mo standing with He Ruilin.

He coughed lightly, and said, "Just stand in the order in which you read the names of the PDs."

"Oh~ that's it." Cheng Zhuo nodded with a smile, "That means you are not very confident this time, and you will get the first card?"

Why is Cheng PD still chasing after him today?

Lan Muzhou couldn't help but glanced at Cheng Zhuo, guessing that the director team asked Cheng Zhuo to cue the three of them more.

Standing in front of all the trainees, he looked very serious, and said: "The Vocal group did really well this time, but our Dance group is not bad either. It's not sure who wins or loses."

Although... Qi Mo has a better chance of winning the first place.

Cheng Zhuo looked at He Ruilin again, and asked, "In Sangongshi, you and Qi Mo had the same vote in the audience's vote. Who do you think will win this referendum?"

Holding the microphone, He Ruilin said softly, "It's still...it's more likely that Qi Mo will win."

Many trainees in the audience nodded their heads.

"Let's not talk about it now, when the group is formed, it should be Qi Mo's C position."

"I also bet on Qi Mo's first place."

"Actually, it's ridiculous that He Ruilin and Qi Mo have the same ticket at the scene. Qi Mo's modern dance is definitely better."

"Since both of you have said that, then...let's congratulate Qi Mo for winning the first place in the third online referendum!"

Cheng Zhuo announced the much-anticipated result, walked a few steps forward, and handed the ranking card to Qi Mo.

"I hope you will continue to work hard and get satisfactory results on the day you form a group!"

Qi Mo flipped over the card and showed it to the camera.

The big "1" in the card is inlaid with gold, shining bulingbulingly, which is quite eye-catching.

"Thank you for your love, let me stand in this position for the second time, and also thank the PD, all the instructors and all the staff in front of and behind the stage, especially the stage art teacher who helped me move the hanging platform up. Without you, there would be no The performance of our Vocal group this time. I also hope that our stage of "If Love Has a Will" can move everyone, thank you."

Cheng Zhuo immediately picked up the conversation, "Your stage has already touched everyone, and thank you for your wonderful performance."

He coughed lightly and held up the two cards in his hand.

"Next, there will be a battle between the second and third place. Which one of you is confident that you can be the second place?"

He Ruilin opened his mouth and said without fighting or grabbing: "No matter which ranking, I have improved compared to Ergong. If I can improve, I have reached my goal."

Really good at speaking.

Lan Muzhou pursed his lips, "According to He Ruilin's theory, I would have regressed in the third place, so... I hope I won't regress."

No matter what, he will not lose to He Ruilin.

The tone of the two people is relatively friendly, and the harmony is to give people a feeling of **** for tat.

They all glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes, as if struggling.

The atmosphere changed inexplicably.

Even the trainees noticed the difference between the two.

"Wow, what's the situation, the second and third won't be so stiff."

"Tsk tsk, think about it, both of them have a CP with Qi Mo on the Internet now, the program team specially let three of them come on stage..."

"It's really true to say that. In the past, it was always the first and second place on stage."

It's a little smug, which is exactly the effect the program group wants.

Cheng Zhuo hurriedly announced the final result before something went completely wrong.

"Then, congratulations to Lan Muzhou for winning the second place and He Ruilin for winning the third place. Congratulations to both of you for reaching your goals! I hope you will still perform well on the night of forming a group. "

Last time he won second place, Lan Muzhou only felt unhappy with Qi Mo.

But this time he got the second place, but he purposely sighed in front of He Ruilin, "Tsk, it's second again."

He Ruilin's complexion did not change, maintaining a smile.

It's not bad to advance one place forward.

But…

He has already foreseen that he will not be able to make his C debut no matter what on the group night.

Even if he can surpass Lan Muzhou, it is probably impossible for him to surpass Qi Mo.

Thinking that Qi Mo had become his biggest obstacle, he took a deep breath.

How did it become like this.

All three of them took their cards and walked to their seats, with Lan Muzhou stuck between them.

Sitting down, he put his arms on the back of the chair and looked back.

"Qi Mo, how about our team in the final?"

He hadn't thought about the finals before, but now that it was in front of him, the first one who wanted to form a team was Qi Mo.

A group of four, Vocal, Dance, Rap, plus an all-around ACE.

Qi Mo pretended to think for a few seconds, and then replied: "Isn't it suitable for two lead dancers?"

"What's inappropriate?!"

Lan Muzhou frowned, he was so proactive, how could it be inappropriate?

"I'm still very versatile, so I'll forcefully give you the lead dancer."

"How dare you make you so reluctant." Qi Mo suppressed a smile and shook his head again.

"Qi Mo! Did you do it on purpose?"

Lan Muzhou gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't want to see me, just say it straight and beat around the bush."

After speaking, he turned his head angrily.

After finally taking the initiative to find Qi Mo once, I'm really annoyed.

He never took the initiative to look for Qi Mo again.

"Hey." Qi Mo called out, but Lan Muzhou didn't look back.

She stretched out her hand and pushed the back of Lan Muzhou's chair, but she still didn't look back.

Lan Muzhou pursed his lips, but ignored Qi Mo.

He's not a nice guy.

At this moment, He Ruilin turned his head, looked up at Qi Mo and said, "Since this is the case, how about us..."

Lan Muzhou straightened his back in an instant, pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

"Didn't you discuss it with Wang Changyan a long time ago?"

Qi Mo waved his hand before letting him finish.

"Whoever you want to bring together to form a team, it's best to discuss with him in advance."

It was so easy to refuse.

The performance is not bad.

The tension on Lan Muzhou's body immediately relaxed.

It's not impossible to forgive Qi Mo reluctantly.

"Right now, we're left with a 12th spot that hasn't been announced yet."

As soon as Cheng Zhuo said this, the atmosphere in the field changed in vain.

The last place to enter the finals.

Entering the finals will be able to have a single and stand in the Imperial Stadium.

That is a venue that can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Many trainees' palms were already sweating, and their hearts were pounding with nervousness.

Cheng Zhuo glanced around among the trainees in the audience.

Those who can stay until now are actually trainees with excellent strength and popularity.

It's a pity that the competition system is so cruel.

"Who will get the final position? Please watch the big screen."

As soon as the voice fell, the images of the four trainees popped up on the big screens on both sides.

Chi Jia, Yan Zhaoyun, Feng Yuan, Zhang Fanfan.

Three of the four are members of the Vocal group!

A stage that impresses people has so much power.

The votes of the trainees in the group have increased a lot.

There are three groups with 8 people in each group, that is to say, an average of 4 people in each group will advance.

In the Vocal group, three of them are the last trainees cast out by Dance and Rap.

But now, the Vocal group has four people in the top 12.

If the 12th place is also in the Vocal group, that is to say, the group with the most trainees at the end has become the group with the most advanced trainees.

This is the second time Yan Zhaoyun has appeared on the big screen.

This time he was not as nervous as last time.

Last time, he still wanted to be an idol, so he paid extra attention to elimination.

Later, Qi Mo pointed out his problem, and when he was in Sangong, he paid special attention to his own state.

Indeed, as Qi Mo said, no matter how well he does in private practice, and sees how smooth, open, and powerful his movements are in the mirror, as soon as he goes on stage, he will soon shrink unconsciously. stand up.

On Sangong's stage, he reminded himself several times in his heart to pay attention.

But the program that was broadcast told him that his movements were just not turned on, or not in place.

Comparing his pen-hold shots with Qi Mo's can even give people the feeling that he is paddling.

Maybe he's just... not suitable for live performances.

"Yan Zhaoyun, who do you think will be number 12?" Cheng Zhuo suddenly cueed.

Yan Zhaoyun broke away from his thoughts and was in a daze for two seconds.

He stood up, took the microphone and said, "I think it should be one of my two teammates."

Seeing that he spoke sincerely and didn't look nervous, Cheng Zhuo couldn't help being curious, "If I remember correctly, you are now 24 years old, and you have been in this circle for 8 years...don't let more people see you , the chances in the future may be less and less, why don't you want to be promoted by yourself?"

"I…"

Yan Zhaoyun paused and organized his words.

"I think everyone should learn to make the most of their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. Courage and tenacity are worth learning from people who work hard to improve their weaknesses; In a hot place, this may be a smarter choice."

As a former member of the popular boy group, Cheng Zhuo had already discovered some problems in Yan Zhaoyun.

He also mentioned it to Yan Zhaoyun cryptically twice before, and every time Yan Zhaoyun said that he would persist for another two years, and if he still couldn't do it, he would go back to his small county in his hometown to seek development.

Seeing Yan Zhaoyun had a different understanding this time, I was a little relieved.

"Then have you found a development path that suits you?"

Yan Zhaoyun subconsciously glanced at the top of the pyramid.

"Haven't found it yet...but I'll try."

Regardless of whether Qi Mo did what he said that day after "National Idol" was over, given him a chance to play a small role, he would take the initiative to run a few crews to try.

Cheng Zhuo nodded, and sincerely wished: "Then I wish you success."

Selling Guanzi is almost sold out.

He looked down at the last name on the card in his hand, and said slowly: "Who will get the last spot...Let us congratulate Feng Yuan for successfully advancing to the final!"

Feng Yuan stood up abruptly.

The sudden ecstasy made him look left and right several times, and finally looked up at Qi Mo.

He walked onto the stage in a trance under the thunderous applause.

"Ah... I'm ashamed to say that I'm the only trainee who was kicked out of the Rap group, and I was also the one who started talking about frustration when I got to the Vocal group. Like Ming Chen, I never thought that Vocal would Winning, I never thought I would be able to advance, so I am still in the dark... The only thing I can say is thank you, thank you for your support, thank you Vocal for your hard work and not giving up, and also thank you for the guidance of the PD and the four mentors, let me get rid of Rap , but also in other aspects of the development of the whole people."

After speaking, he bowed deeply.

For the 11 trainees in the audience, everything was over.

They wiped the wet corners of their eyes and looked at the 12 people who sat on the stage with envy.

It's just one step away.

Cheng Zhuo knew that everyone needed a separate time, so he said: "In the afternoon, I will announce the final competition system and three new singles, but I will leave the rest of the time to everyone."

…

"Lan Muzhou." Qi Mo called out.

Lan Muzhou didn't stop, but slowed down a bit.

He asked angrily, "What are you looking for me for?"

Qi Mo caught up with him and walked side by side in the corridor.

"Don't you want to be in the same group as me?"

"I don't want to anymore now." Lan Muzhou snorted lightly.

He wanted to be with Qi Mo, but he couldn't lose face, so he answered simply.

Qi Mo gently held his wrist and pulled it towards him.

"But I want to be with you."

The smile in her eyes was about to overflow, and the corners of her mouth were curved, bright red, forming a beautiful arc.

Lan Muzhou stopped in his tracks, and under the gaze full of smiles, he scalded the roots of his ears abruptly.

The heat was transmitted through his thin long sleeves, making his wrists warm.

It was this feeling again, and I couldn't help feeling dry.

Not with other people.

Is this because Qi Mo can light his hairy spot every time, or is it because of something else?

He suddenly thought of his previous decision—to test himself.

So he let out a long breath and calmed down.

Resisting the faint hot feeling on his face, he coughed twice solemnly.

Slightly lowering his head, he said: "Then don't move, let me try."

Qi Mo: ...?

She raised her eyebrows, what are you trying?

Before Qi Mo could fully understand, Lan Muzhou broke free from the grasped wrist, and leaned against the wall behind Qi Mo.

Taking advantage of his height, he slowly approached Qi Mo...

"Grass! Damn...!"

Jiang Mingchen's loud voice resounded through the entire corridor with a sky-shattering super high decibel.

He looked at his elder brother Zhou Bidong with a look of horror on his face, the Great Demon King.

After being glanced at by Qi Mo's ambiguous smile, he shrank automatically.

"What... I really didn't see it, I'm sorry, you continue!"

Lan Muzhou: …

Before he could feel shy in the face of Qi Mo, Jiang Mingchen's appearance made him blush from the top of his head to the base of his neck.

The skin on the collar of the round neck sweater was dyed a thin layer of pink.

"What do you want to try?" Qi Mo asked.

Her eyes fell on the handsome face in front of her, which was so red that it was about to bleed, and she lingered several times.

When he first came to this world, he thought Lan Muzhou was ugly.

It's obviously... so cute.

Being hit by someone, Lan Muzhou immediately became angry from embarrassment.

He slapped the wall next to Qi Mo's ear heavily, making a "pop" sound.

"you…"

He started, but he didn't know what to say.

Well, Qi Mo can't be blamed.

It's because he himself feels wrong when he meets Qi Mo, so he can't... Blame Qi Mo.

Lan Muzhou disliked him for two seconds, turned around and left.

"I'll catch up with Jiang Mingchen first, and let him stop talking nonsense."

After walking a few meters, he suddenly turned his head back, frowned and said viciously: "Since you want to be in the same group as me, you can't find other team members before discussing with me."

Qi Mo tilted his head, and didn't mind that he always looked fierce.

He just smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

…

The last 12 trainees were gathered in the recording hall.

Cheng Zhuo stood in the center and began to announce the team rules for the final.

"In this final, the 12 trainees present will be divided into three four-person teams. Like the previous two seasons, the trainees choose their own teammates, and the mutual selection is the confirmation. But the difference is that this time, In order to ensure that the strength and popularity of each group are relatively balanced, the program group stipulates that the combined personal rankings of the four members of each group cannot be less than 24."

As soon as the group selection rules came out, the trainees exhaled and looked at each other.

"That is to say, if two top-ranked people choose to form a group, the other two members can only choose the bottom-ranked ones."

"Yes, or the four of them are all ranked in the middle, so that the strength is more balanced."

"This time there will be no way to join forces. It will be difficult to make a neat combination of those who rank too high and too low."

In the men's team, what you look at is the whole team, not the outstanding individual.

If two rankings are extremely high and two are extremely low, it means that it is difficult for their performances to form a whole.

This kind of competition system is to prevent the superiors from clumping together.

"Of course, a combination of four people, Vocal, Dance, Rap, these three are also indispensable, everyone must pay attention to the personal attributes of their own group, and match the most suitable lineup." Cheng Zhuo continued to remind.

He looked down at the time, "It's 1:30, everyone has half an hour to choose teammates on the spot, and we will announce the selected songs at 2 o'clock."

half an hour!

It is too urgent to choose teammates in such a short time.

This time it is not a one-way choice, but a two-way choice.

After all, everyone's ideas are different, and it is really difficult to achieve unity.

After Cheng Zhuo announced the selection rules, he temporarily left the recording room.

The teenagers in the recording hall suddenly exploded.

Those who have made an agreement in advance or have intentions have to be re-negotiated now.

Lan Muzhou frowned slightly.

If he is still in the same group as Qi Mo, it means that the combined ranks of the other two in the group are at least 21.

Two strong and two weak, such a choice is far less reliable than equilibrium.

He hesitated for a few seconds and asked Qi Mo, "Why don't we..."

"Huh?" Qi Mo raised his head to look at him, "It's just a rule, don't you just want to say, let's not be in the same team?"

She glanced over, her expression cold and indifferent.

"It seems that you don't want to be with me too much."

"I'm not!"

Being denied by Qi Mo, Lan Muzhou immediately became frustrated.

He hates Qi Mo showing this look to him!

Just like the look on Qi Mo's face after Xu Ziwen led them to battle that day.

It made him uncomfortable to see it.

To be honest, Qi Mo was his first choice.

He has also cooperated with Qi Mo several times. There are stage and commercial shootings. No matter what he does, he will have an inexplicable trust in Qi Mo—he just thinks that Qi Mo can do well.

In addition... there may be some selfishness.

He didn't care about the reason, but he knew that he wanted to spend more time with Qi Mur.

Maybe it's the feeling of peace of mind knowing that "Qi Mo can do it" no matter what, it's so attractive.

In this finals, Qi Mo was the first thing he thought of when talking about his teammates.

But the program team clearly didn't want their superiors to be in a group.

Reason told him that it was better to separate.

Fearing that Qi Mo might misunderstand, Lan Muzhou explained: "If you want to form a team, my first choice is definitely you, but this time..."

"Oh, the first choice is me...?"

The indifference on Qi Mo's face soon melted into a mocking smile, as if he was in a very happy mood.

She stretched out her hand and lightly held Lan Muzhou's wrist again.

"Then come with me."

On the wrist, there was a warm touch through the soft fabric.

Lan Muzhou was led by a boy who was half a head shorter than himself, watched the boy's head spin, and bit his lower lip.

This little man, why is he always grabbing his wrist today? He is no longer a child.

It's really annoying.

What's even more annoying is...

Damn, what's the matter with being a little happy.