Almighty Star Daddy

After all, the three boys are young and they learn very fast. They can sing proficiently after only a few teachings. There is basically no problem with sign language dance. Han Mo taught them how to cooperate with each other and move their positions. They just formed a group. It's just presented.

  "Brother, give our group a name." A boy said.

   "Yes, brother, we will go to the interview in a while, so we need to say a name when we introduce ourselves."

  Han Mo thought for a while, “Let’s call sunshineboys, sunshine boy.” Han Mo felt that this word also fits the image of the three boys.

  "Sunshineboys, sunshineboys, great." The three boys whispered the name of the group.

   "It's already ten and fifty, and we will start the interview at eleven." A boy said while looking at his watch.

  At this time, Han Mo also raised his wrist, looked at his watch, his heart sank, he was late, and he was worried but didn't show it.

  Han Mo looked at the three boys last, "You can also change your look today."

  In order to match the songs they sang, the first three boys made very mature styles and wore fancy clothes that did not match their age.

The boys hadn’t understood what Han Mo meant. He strode up to them and tidied their hair. The hairstyle that originally looked out of proportion to the age changed instantly. The three boys’ faces were clean and contoured. Be highlighted.

  The side wall of the rehearsal room is a large mirror. The boys looked at themselves in the mirror in shock, stroked their hair, and turned around to look at Han Mo in disbelief, "Brother, you are so amazing."

  Han Mo didn’t explain much, and said lightly, “Take off your coat and put on the white shirt inside. Don’t wear decorations, just clean and generous.”

  The words that should be said are finished, Han Mo is about to leave, he is also a little anxious, after all, he has been late for such a long time.

The three boys are very grateful to Han Mo. Han Mo gave them more guidance than any of the so-called music masters of Sichen Media. One boy stepped forward and said, "Brother, my name is Wang Zirong, and his name is Huang Yi. , His name is Yang Cheng." The boy pointed to the other two companions separately. "Excuse me, brother, is it convenient for you to tell us your name? The stage name is also OK." He was afraid of being rejected before adding that the stage name is also OK.

  Han Mo has turned around to leave, and replied sideways, "No stage name, my name is Han Mo."

  ...

Coming out of the rehearsal room No. 2, Han Mo quickly took out his cell phone to see if there were any missed calls. There were none. According to Meng Si’s character, he was not in the rehearsal room. He should come to a deadly serial call, but none of them were picked up. There were no calls. Standing at the door, he looked at the information again, and still there was nothing.

  Han Mo put the phone back on his body and walked directly to the opposite side.

  The door of the rehearsal room No.1 still kept the same as when he left. Hanmo pushed the door. The rehearsal room was very large, and his eyes swept around.

   "Come?" Meng Si's voice with a soft tail sounded in the corner of the rehearsal room. Only then did Han Mo see Meng Si sitting on a chair, thin and small.

Meng Si stood up and walked in front of Han Mo. The two people formed the most adorable height difference. Han Mo looked at Meng Si condescendingly. The other party did not ask why he was late, nor did he change his expression because of his lateness. The original is the same at this moment.

  Han Mo is a bit weird, too abnormal, too unreasonable.

  But Meng Si didn't ask, and Han Mo didn't want to explain. He looked around and made sure that there were only two of them in rehearsal room No. 1. Tian Yadong, who had been mentioned before, was not there. He didn't say a word, just waiting for Meng Si to say about the next song selection. Han Mo himself made a plan. He had basically thought about the song for this competition. If Meng Si asks, he also wants to talk about it.

  Meng Si still didn’t ask anything. She was laughing all the time, shaking her head while laughing, and finally looked at her watch, “Okay, it’s almost time, let’s go to the theatre.”

  Han Mo didn't ask much, he didn't like to inquire about these things, and followed Meng Si straight out of the No. 1 rehearsal room.

Han Mo is not very familiar with the office building of   Sichen Media. He probably knows what is on which floor, but it is not so clear when broken down. He doesn't know where Meng Si is going, so he walks out of the elevator.

  Until he entered a large double-door room, Han Mo knew that they had arrived at the multi-functional performance hall, which was used by some artists who were still in the practice period to assess their performances.

The innermost part of the performance hall is a small stage. The trainees who are about to be assessed have not yet come out, but the judges under the stage are already seated. There are a total of six or seven people. Han Mo glanced at him. He basically didn't recognize him. At the most extreme position, Meng Si had been talking about Tian Yadong all the time for the past two days. He just glanced at it, and didn't stop, and Han Mo looked away again.

  Meng Si didn't want to stand at the door. With a complicated smile on his face, he walked inside. When several judges saw the boss coming, they stood up and greeted him. Meng Si nodded politely in response.

  One of them gave Meng Si the middle position. Meng Si waved his hand and pulled a chair to sit beside Tian Yadong.

Han Mo didn’t want to go inside. He stood at the door and glanced at him. He was about to leave, and waited for Meng Si. He had already reached the door. The voice behind him suddenly attracted his attention. It was a boy’s voice, and this voice was too familiar. , Because I just heard it.

"Hello, teachers and judges, my name is Wang Zirong. Today is my last day as a trainee, and it may also be my last day in Sichen Media. Whether I can stay today or not, I hope to show the best of myself. Teachers."

  Han Mo stood at the door and watched the boy on the stage. The bangs on his forehead fell naturally, the clean white shirt, and the simple typhoon. This is what a teenager of their age should look like. Han Mo couldn't help but curl his mouth.

Several judges frowned slightly and wrote and drew on the score sheet in their hands. The judge sitting in the center just got up to give Meng Si his seat and whispered, "Does he want to stay, clothes? I didn't care about my hair, so I didn't care about it." After speaking, he shook his head and made a cross in the column of appearance and temperament.

  The other judges were also not satisfied with his dress today. The judge sitting on the other side of Tian Yadong said casually to the stage, "Let’s start acting."

   Wang Zirong nodded and continued, "The song I performed today is called "Love"."

  ""Love"? Haven't heard it." The judges discussed with each other, all asking whether they had heard this song, only Tian Yadong didn't have any expressions.

  The judge next to him suddenly turned to him, “Yadong, didn’t you choose Wang Zirong’s song? I remember it wasn’t the name at the time.”

  Of course it’s not this song. The one I chose was said to be unsuitable for being cut directly. Tian Yadong didn’t want to tell the judge about this kind of irritation. He just gave an “um” and didn’t gnaw again.

  Meng Si heard their conversation, laughed unabashedly on the side, and then "tsk tut." twice.