"Why do you say that?" Fang Wei asked curiously.

"It's hard for me to explain this to you clearly, but it sounds really nice."

"Oh, you'll know if you listen." The producer is obviously a person who is not good at expressing himself.

After saying this, the producer pulled Fang Weiming over to the computer, handed him the headphones, and signaled Fang Weiming to put on the headphones.

Soon, a rhythmic beat rushed into Fang Weiming's ears like waves.

With his few knowledge of music, this type should be called house music.

The rhythm gradually became faster and stronger. Fang Weiming felt it was okay, but he was not as good as the producer said, but at 31 seconds, a new music suddenly added.

This song was originally scored at most 75 points, but now with this music, it immediately increased by at least 20 points.

I don't know if it's because of the headphones.

Fang Weiming felt the music flowing smoothly, as if he had passed through his left ear, and came to his right ear, and then quickly returned from his right ear.

This made him, who had always been calm, unknowingly, shaking his body gently to the rhythm.

"Look at it! This is the magic of this song, it's magical! Even you, the indifferent god, moved!"

The producer was very familiar with Fang Weiming, afraid that he would not hear it, so he deliberately slapped him and then shouted loudly.

"Do I have it?" Fang Weiming said suspiciously.

Then, he raised his head and saw himself swaying through the decorative mirror hanging from the wall.

"......Um?"

Suddenly he discovered something, and he took off his headphones.

Fang Weiming: "!!!"

He found that his mind was still playing the song automatically!

"Are you surprised or not? Are you surprised or not? Do you think it's brainwashing?" The producer was amused by his confused appearance.

Then, the producer simply pulled out the headphones and replaced them with bobobo's subwoofer. The strong sense of rhythm filled the entire space.

The music also flowed out of the corridor.

The staff next door began to nod involuntarily when they heard this rhythm.

Fang Weiming suddenly remembered Zhao Cheng's affirmative appearance at that time.

He suddenly felt that maybe Zhao Chengzhen could win the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala with this brainwashing song.

I just don’t know how the Hope Children’s Group of Zhao Cheng’s side is progressing.

"Ah!" Zhao Cheng sucked his sneezing nose and walked to more than 10 children.

"Hello everyone, I am Brother Zhao Cheng." Zhao Cheng raised his right hand and raised it, making his tone light and pretending to be very cute, hoping to bring him closer to the children's group.

A young loli with a straight haircut in the front row pondered for a second: "...Brother, stop being cute, you should get into the topic quickly, we are very busy."

"Cough, OK." Zhao Cheng was exposed and a little embarrassed.

It is worthy of being the strongest children's group in China, and even speaking is so realistic.

Since this is the case, Zhao Cheng will no longer be polite.

"This song is a chorus song sung in Swahili."

"There are not many parts of the singing. I made it into a transliteration of the pinyin, which is the 4 papers that everyone is holding now."

"Can you understand the pinyin?"

Most of the members of the Children's League have already entered primary school, and the youngest is also a first-year grade.

So, everyone nodded at the same time.

Children are more mature, but maturity is also beneficial.

I won’t be distracted or just wandered away when I practice halfway through practice like other children.

Because of their seriousness, Zhao Cheng's teaching went very smoothly.

Zhao Cheng was thinking that everyone should be able to learn the content of the chorus soon and then move on to the next step of dance learning.

Time passed by the efforts of everyone day after day.

Before we knew it, we came to the day of the screening of the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala program.

As the team leader, Zhao Cheng walked into the Huaxia TV Building with almost twenty children in a mighty way. He walked along the road and kept shouting that he was so cute.

In order to gain more favorable feelings, Zhao Cheng specifically instructed Fang Weiming to prepare uniform clothing for the strongest children today.

Girls wear dark princess puff sleeve pleated skirt, and boys wear cool hippop outfits with dark narrow feet.

They were all wearing silver-shiny baseball caps on their heads.

Correspondingly, Zhao Cheng also wore dark clothes and found a baseball cap that was also covered with glitter scales.

But he flashed golden light, which means the leader.

There were many people at the screening site. I wonder if it was to meet the director's requirements for the flower of the motherland, but many people formed a team with their half-aged and not young children.

But there are no ones like Zhao Cheng who delay dozens of them.

Although he became the focus of the audience, it does not mean that everyone will think that Zhao Cheng has a higher winning rate.

After all, children are not adults. They have a certain probability that they will perform abnormally due to nervousness, even if this is the most famous Hope Children's Group in China.

You know, the entire Mid-Autumn Festival Gala was broadcast live to satellite TV.

Mao Liang is also a well-known strict director.

Under his directing, no matter what, you have to make zero mistakes.

It's troublesome to bring a child, let alone bring a group of children.

Everyone looked at him gloatingly.

No matter how good Zhao Cheng has a reputation, he is a competitor for everyone at this moment.

When all the performers of singing and dancing were really shocked when they heard him participate.

Because of Zhao Cheng's popularity, the fierce battle has increased.

Everyone was afraid that Mao Liang would leave a precious place to him because he valued his fame.

But now it seems that everyone thinks that Zhao Cheng is not able to be selected for so many children.

Zhao Cheng noticed these unfriendly eyes, but he didn't care.

He was concerned about repeating the last time with the children: "After we go on stage later, we will be fine just like we practice normally, without being nervous or afraid."

"I know, brother nonchalant, we will treat all those people as transparent."

"Just come on, don't make any mistakes." The little loli with a sharp tongue inserted her waist proudly.

Zhao Cheng smiled and touched her head, then switched to serious mode.

The staff quickly sent him a waiting number paper with a number 33 printed on it.

More than half an hour later.

“No. 33.”

"Speak the show, tell me why I chose to dance this dance." The little assistant next to the director said with a trumpet.

"I am the leader Zhao Cheng, and standing next to me is the Hope Children's Group."

"We're going to sing a chorus next is an original song called seve."

"The reason why I chose it to participate is that it is simple enough, but it can perfectly show the youth and vitality of the children."

“There is another name for this dance.”

“Ghost Step Dance.”
Chapter completed!