Chapter 9 Is this trainee going to perform planting rice in the field?

Seeing that the place was about to cool down, Xu Yan had to change the rules on the spot: "Since no one takes the initiative to come on stage, I will just pick anyone."

As soon as these words came out, the contestants instantly went back to their school days.

Some pretended to tie their shoelaces, while others deliberately picked up things.

Everyone lowered their heads like quails, fearing that if they looked at Xu Yan, they would be called on stage to perform.

Feng Yasong was just glad that she had chosen her location well. It was hard to be noticed when she was huddled in a small corner, when she suddenly heard the bad news:

"The girl in black sitting in the corner."

Ode to Fengya: "???"

"Me?" She looked around blankly, then realized that she had asked nonsense.

She was the only one huddled in the corner, still wearing black clothes.

Xu Yan also nodded and gave a positive reply: "Don't look, it's you."

Ode to Fengya: "..." OK.

Although the appearance time is earlier than expected, it is not unacceptable.

the other side.

Zhao Xuesong, who is a big fan of stars, took Feng Jiqing to watch him in front of the TV early on.

While enjoying other people's performances, the couple also did not forget to invite friends and made phone calls to all their relatives and friends.

In order to remind them to watch the show on time and vote for his daughter, Zhao Xuesong even started a WeChat group on the spot.

The name of the group chat is: Feng Ya Song Global Fan Support Club.

Seeing that his daughter was about to go on stage, Zhao Xuesong went crazy in the group and went crazy with all the members of Aite.

[Future superstar’s biological mother: It’s coming, it’s coming! @All members]

[Future superstar’s biological mother: Our Songsong is walking to the stage! @all members]

[Future superstar’s biological mother: Remember to vote after watching this! See the group announcement for voting tutorial @all members]

Relatives and friends also gave me some respect, and wrote a whole row of replies below: Got it.

On the screen, Feng Yasong has walked from the preparation room to the stage.

She wore a palace-style tailed evening gown with an oversized skirt. The sleeveless design highlighted her superior neck and shoulder lines. The pure black velvet fabric contrasted sharply with her cold white skin under the light.

Contrast.

As she moves forward, the camera gradually zooms in.

It went all the way up her waist, past her delicate collarbones, brushed her long neck, and finally settled on her stunning face.

The girl in the picture has bright red lips, a straight nose, slightly upturned eyes that seem drunk but not intoxicated, and she is naturally charming.

Her long, splash-like hair was tied back behind her head, embellished with an oversized bow.

The collision of red and black is cool and elegant, making her look like a fugitive princess from the royal family who stepped out of an oil painting. Every step she takes will capture the hearts of the audience’s grandpas!

【Fuck! Wife!】

【Ah ah ah ah help! This sister has grown into my heart! 】

[Can we please have more of these aggressive bright beauties? I’m really tired of seeing all those little white flowers! 】

[Ah ah ah ah, come on, my wife! With this face, even if she fails at singing and dancing, I am willing to vote for her! 】

【The last time I felt so amazing was Fengya!】

[Sister, stop stepping on the floor, step on me!]

…

Even the tutors, who have countless beauties in the reading circle, were impressed.

"She is so beautiful!" Yun Dongwan exclaimed.

Luo Yuxuan also nodded, with a face full of approval: "She is very suitable for eating idol's rice bowl."

Yihan shook her head and insisted on following through strictly: "She is dressed too grandly, as if she is attending a dinner party. Will she really not step on the hem of her skirt when dancing?"

"Maybe there is a special program arrangement." Xu Yan guessed.

While the instructors were whispering to each other, Feng Yasong had already stood gracefully in the center of the stage.

Blinking his captivating fox eyes, he greeted the instructors obediently: "Hello instructors, my name is Feng Yasong, I am 18 years old, and I am a personal trainee who has been practicing for two and a half days."

"Oh my God! Two and a half days?" Yihan was even more shocked: "Does it mean you haven't received any vocal and dance training before?"

Ode to Fengya: "..." This is not true.

Over the years, she has experienced countless jobs in order to better suit the roles she plays.

I also take vocal lessons and dance classes.

In the movies she participated in, all the plots involving singing and dancing were done independently by her without a substitute.

To prevent her secrets from being revealed, Feng Yasong didn't dare to speak too harshly.

He just said vaguely: "It's the show I'm going to perform today. It only took me two and a half days to prepare."

Before he finished speaking, Yihan's face suddenly darkened.

Seeing that she was about to have an attack, Yun Dongwan hurriedly took over the conversation: "Then you are very brave~"

Feng Yasong smiled confidently and danced crazily on the verge of committing suicide: "Thank you, I feel the same way."

After a brief chat, Xu Yancue returned to the topic: "If you are ready, please open -"

"Wait a minute!" Feng Yasong tugged on her oversized trailing skirt, feeling quite embarrassed: "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm not ready yet."

Maybe it was the song "Little Star" she played using the dial keys on her mobile phone that gave Zhao Xuesong an illusion.

She thought that her daughter would play a musical instrument on the stage, so she gave her such a gorgeous and exaggerated make-up.

Fortunately, the hem of this skirt is removable.

So after getting permission, Feng Yasong trotted all the way to the edge of the stage, kicked off the ten-centimeter high heels on her feet, then removed the bulky skirt support inside, rolled up the hem of the skirt, and tied it around her waist——

A palace-style evening dress can be transformed into a neat mini skirt in seconds.

Those who knew she was doing a show for convenience, but those who didn’t know thought she was going to the fields to plant rice!

The audience in the live broadcast room were filled with questions.

【???】

[I just came in, what happened? Is this trainee going to perform a fish-fishing performance? 】

[No, where is my beautiful wife who was so cool and elegant just now? 】

[If I read it correctly, the skirt she is wearing is a summer high-end dress from Diao Brand! It’s worth a million! It’s so inhumane to be treated like a kimchi dumpling by her!]

[But she is so beautiful! Even if the beauty is wrapped in a sack and performing rice transplanting, she still looks good!]

…

After packing up, Feng Yasong trotted all the way to the center of the stage.

He spread his legs, shifted his center of gravity downwards, and took a standard horse stance before giving Xu Yan a look of affirmation: "Teacher, I'm fine."

"Please begin your performance."

Following Xu Yan's command, the deafening BGM sounded on the stage.

Thump thump thump thump! thump thump thump!

Immediately afterwards, a strong man's voice, as rough as if he had been choked by the King of Hell, sang passionately to the tune of "Song of a Hero":

"Hmph~ It's all your fault~

You don’t even coax people to yell~

Hahahaha, make people roar~

Hahahaha, make people roar~

I really want to cry~I’ll hit your chest with my little fist..."

[Ode to Fengya: Wake up, it’s hunting time!]
Chapter completed!