The Vicious Supporting Role Only Wants to Debut as Center

Afterwards, Ji Zeyu elaborated on his requirements for clothing.

After speaking, the group leader showed a surprised look and refused repeatedly: "No, how can it be in time? The stage effect of the costume you mentioned is really top-notch, but it's too troublesome to find a sponsor."

At this moment, the group leader's phone rang, and he connected suspiciously.

After a while.

"What, M.Y is going to sponsor us for free clothing?" The group leader said in shock, "Is it the top luxury brand M.Y founded by Ji Mingyun, a sister in the fashion industry? Are you sure you heard it right?!"

Everyone only knows that Ji Zeyu is backed by Xingyu Company, but they don't know which relatives Ji Zeyu has, because the Ji family protects his **** well.

So, when everyone heard the news, all their jaws dropped-you know, that is a big name in the fashion industry. All clothes are to be reserved, and now they are sponsored for free? How is this possible!

After the group leader hung up the phone, he looked at Ji Zeyu with a little more cautious speculation in his eyes. He seemed to have guessed something, but he was not sure.

"The clothing is in the original size, plus the elements I said." Ji Zeyu looked at the team leader and said, "Thanks for your hard work."

"No hard work, no hard work..." the team leader said hurriedly, his attitude becoming more respectful. It is the dream of how many fashion designers can cooperate with M.Y!

After fixing the clothing problem, Ji Zeyu borrowed his mobile phone to call his sister and said thank you.

Just after the meeting, Ji Mingyun laughed sweetly and said, "Silly Yubao, what's so good about. You are ready to perform. My second brother and I didn't get the tickets, but your eldest brother will visit you. He is comparable. My second brother and I are much stricter, you have to behave well."

After Ji Zeyu finished the call, he couldn't help but curl his lips. He hadn't had this experience in his previous life, and the feeling of being covered by his family was really cool.

After solving the problem of clothing, Ji Zeyu returned to the practice room, pondered for a while on the lyrics, and finally decided to change the part of Xiao Huai's lyrics to rap.

Obviously this was a risky decision, because Xiao Huai might not be able to master rap well. However, with his hoarse voice, this is indeed the best decision.

After Ji Zeyu and his teammates talked about the decision, the teammates were silent for a minute, and then they all nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, Ji Zeyu also talked about clothing changes.

Compared with the previous change, the teammates obviously liked this one more, and they all expressed their curiosity about it.

"Wow, do you really want to wear that kind of clothes?"

"That's too exciting!"

"I feel that the stage effect will be great, is this a secret weapon?"

Thanks to Ji Zeyu's efforts, the originally negative and desperate team atmosphere has improved. Everyone regained their confidence in the performance and started the final training one after another.

Xiao Huai came back late at night.

Ji Zeyu stayed in the dance studio for a long time, changing the lyrics greatly. When Xiao Huai came back, Ji Zeyu just finished editing. He handed the modified lyrics to him and said to him: "I plan to change your part to rap. With a hoarse voice, it will be more difficult to complete the rap. Smaller than singing. What do you think?"

Xiao Huai was stunned. He didn't expect that Ji Zeyu was still trying to save the stage at so late, a warm current surged in his heart, he stretched out his hand to hug him, and said movedly: "Captain, thank you..."

Later, Xiao Huai browsed the lyrics changed by Ji Zeyu, which not only conformed to the original meaning of the word, but also had a more suitable style for rap.

Xiao Huai put away the lyrics, looked at Ji Zeyu with dark brown eyes, and said slowly: "Don't worry, Captain, I will practice rap seriously."

Since Ji Zeyu has paid so much for him, he must fulfill the expectations Ji Zeyu has given him.

Ji Zeyu breathed a sigh of relief, showing a somewhat tired smile, and said to Xiao Huai: "Take a rest at night and get up to practice tomorrow. You can definitely do it."

Xiao Huai nodded vigorously, with a touch of self-confidence in his eyes, and he was different from the usual.

The members of the singing and composing group B are suffocating at this moment. Everyone is thinking about the design of the stage before going to bed. Xiao Huai memorizes the words until late at night, and is familiar with the rhythm and drums over and over again.

However, the other players in the program group are not optimistic about them.

Originally, Xiao Huai was not good at it, and because of his illness he made his voice hoarse, and the singing group A was strong, what did Ji Zeyu win?

Eight hours before the opening of the performance.

Lu Nanyun and his teammates performed the final line dance in the dance room. He was still practicing during the break.

Several teammates sat on the ground, talking about the situation of singing and composing group B.

"Hey, what do you think Ji Zeyu will do this time? I think it is impossible for him to be as lucky as last time."

"With Xiao Huai, who is dragging his feet, what else can he do."

"There should be no suspense in the singing and composition competition at night..."

Lu Nanyun, who was practicing dancing, suddenly stopped.

He turned around, his icy eyes fell on those few people, and said word by word: "You already have the chance to win?"

The strong in the dance group is like a cloud, no one dared to say these four words, and the teammates shook their heads.

"Then why is there still time to make irresponsible remarks to others?" Lu Nanyun's tone was so cold that there was no trace of emotion, "Get up and continue practicing."

Everyone was shocked by the biting chill in Lu Nanyun's eyes, and they hurriedly got up from the ground, not daring to talk more about Ji Zeyu's topics.

It's just that they all feel very puzzled in their hearts-Lu Nanyun was fine a few minutes ago, why is he suddenly upset?

The other side.

The door to the training room of Singing and Composing Group B was closed tightly. No one knows what kind of state they are now.

Some feel that they are trying to save, some feel that they have given up, and others are waiting for the show with the mentality of watching a good show.

Four hours later, the performance site began to test the equipment, and the players successively got on the bus to the stadium.

On the buildings along the way, you can see the posters of the show "Star Way Shines" everywhere, and the city is also full of youthful vigor because of these posters.

Fans came to the scene early to wait, and the support cards were shipped out of the stadium in batches, which was more spectacular than last time.

Jiang Li has become a well-known figure in Ji Zeyu's fan circle, helping with work in the support club, and you can see her busy everywhere. She didn't feel tired at all, and even a little excited. She was thinking about what kind of surprises Ji Zeyu would bring from this performance.

At this moment, a black luxury car slowly stopped on the side of the road, and a tall and tall man got out of the car. He was dressed in black casual clothes, handsome, and his face was unsmiling, full of the aura of a stranger.

Under the gaze of the surrounding eyes, the tall man looked indifferently... walked to Ji Zeyu's support booth.

Jiang Li's eyes widened, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

But unlike the two handsome men and beauties who appeared in the last performance, this man has a stronger aura, even if he is the president, Jiang Li would not have the slightest doubt.

Will such a person follow stars? And it's Xiao Ji?

The man stopped in front of the stall and looked at the aid carefully. His voice was deep and sexy: "Excuse me, how do I sell these?"

Everyone in the support club was stunned by his question.

The man's eyes were suddenly attracted by a transparent fan, with a cartoon version of Ji Zeyu painted on it, wearing a black gold-patterned hairband, and he hurriedly reached out to catch the volleyball, he was obviously unable to catch the volleyball, his expression was pitiful Xi's.

There was a slight laughter.

Jiang Li slowly widened her eyes. It took her a long time to identify, and finally confirmed that it was a sneer from a man. It was a bit like a mockery, but also a bit like... petting?

Jiang Li suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"How much is this fan?" The man asked politely, with a cheerful tone, and the cold facial features seemed a lot softer at this moment.

"Ah, no money, free exchange with the ticket!" The girl next to Jiang Li said in a panic. Obviously, she is also the first time she has met such a handsome and temperamental fan.

"Can these be changed?" The man looked at the other support items again.

Everyone in the support club nodded hurriedly.

The man stretched out his hand, picked out a few different styles of aids with his slender fingers, and took a lot of them in his arms. He hesitated, and finally took one of the support headbands.

Afterwards, he thanked everyone in the support club and walked into the stadium calmly while everyone was watching.

"Oh my god, it feels like a domineering president, the kind who doesn't talk too much."

"He is so handsome, and he is a bit like Xiaoyu..."

There was a lot of discussion, and no one could think that this man was Ji Zeyu's own brother.

In the backstage dressing room.

The singing group is in the same dressing room, and the members of group A and group B sit in two rows, and everyone has different expressions.

Feng Yan was sitting right next to Ji Zeyu. He took a slobber in the make-up gap, turned his head to look at Ji Zeyu, and asked with some worry: "How is your team?"

Feng Yan was amazed by Ji Zeyu when he performed for the first time, admiring his strength in his heart, and asking this sentence was also out of concern for him. After all, he is a person who sympathizes with the strong, and does not want Ji Zeyu to be affected too much by Xiao Huai.

"Very good." Ji Zeyu closed his eyes, feeling the makeup artist's paint swiping on his face, "I think I can win."

Feng Yan was stunned. Ji Zeyu's tone was so understatement that he couldn't tell if it was a joke.

Finally, Feng Yan smiled and said to Ji Zeyu: "I look forward to your performance." But obviously, he doesn't think Ji Zeyu and his group's performance can be so wonderful.

The other people in Group A also think so, they are all in a state of winning, with a confident smile on their faces.

Half an hour later, the performance officially opened.

As the first group of players on stage, Feng Yan and others must wait in the waiting area not long after the opening.

Before leaving the dressing room, Ji Zeyu suddenly called Feng Yan softly.

Feng Yan was startled slightly and looked at the boy who called his name.

Ji Zeyu has finished his makeup. He dressed very simply today. He wore a white shirt and black shorts. The buttons were buttoned to the top, covering most of his neck. His face looked paler and his eyes were pure and clean. There is no offensiveness.

Today is the...pure route? It's too simple to dress.

The next second, Ji Zeyu stood up, curled his lips, and smiled at Fengyan: "I look forward to your performance." He returned Feng Yan's words to him intact.

"Thank you." Feng Yan paused and followed his teammates to the stage. At this moment, he suddenly felt that something else was hidden under Ji Zeyu's clear appearance, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Ten minutes later, the performance opens.

As an opening performance, the singing and composing group A is indeed very eye-catching. The theme of their group's creation is "Burning Dream", the lyrics written are full of youthful passion, and the song is also a style with a very strong sense of rhythm, which immediately makes the audience emotional.

The players who watched the game in the backstage viewing hall were all sung as a stunning group A. Under Feng Yan's leadership, everyone in this group performed brilliantly, even exceeding everyone's expectations.

After the performance of Group A, the audience cheered for it. Ji Zefeng sat in the audience and resisted the urge to cover his ears.

Almost all the audience thought that the performance of this group was perfect, and group B could not be surpassed no matter how wonderful it was, not to mention that there was a drag oil bottle Xiao Huai.

Group A went to the viewing hall after the performance. The other contestants gave warm applause and cheers, praising them for a good start to the second round of the performance.

Afterwards, the atmosphere eased, and everyone sat back in their positions and stared at the screen closely.

Singing and composing group B slowly walked onto the stage under the leadership of Ji Zeyu.

Unlike everyone expected, everyone in Group B has a confident smile on their faces, and the pure white shirts on them look clean and sunny.

The lights hit the five teenagers.

Looking at the young man in the middle, Feng Yan suddenly realized something, and his eyes widened.

At this moment, his original indestructible self-confidence was easily dismantled.

He suddenly realized that Ji Zeyu's "I think I can win" was not a joke.

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