Entertainment life from early spring

"Yes! We are in the infield area now, and there is no commotion at the moment." Cheng Mengjie wore a headset and kept communicating with others.

When the stands were completely dark, leaving only the smallest half of the stands and the pink fluorescent sticks shining, the command and coordination sounds of the various channels in the headsets never stopped.

The powerful spotlights used for night football matches in the stadium have been lit and operated by the processing team. The security personnel and field staff have entered the stadium immediately, and people are prohibited from walking around with slogans, but all this

They are just trying their best to avoid the broadcast being affected.

The performance status of the artist was not within their scope of consideration. The camera that was originally supposed to go to the inner area of ​​the stage was replaced with a perspective of a near-field rocker passing overhead. The effect was not beautiful and they didn't think much about it.

The rocker arm on the far-field rail car simply stopped operating, and the infield area perspective only gave a close-up view of the area where the staff were. Occasionally vibrato singing on the stage made people who didn’t know what the situation was like say: “Ah.

?This open mic effect can also be used on stage?" The comments on the broadcast TV can be made so seamless that no trace can be seen during the live broadcast when the director skillfully switches and operates through various lenses.

"Okay, get in position immediately." Cheng Mengjie took off her headphones and packed the small pocket bag she brought: "I just finished talking and this happened. These girls are in big trouble this time. What's going on? Let's go.

Well, the emergency response team wants us to cooperate with the director team to find a close-up view of their fans...Yu Liang?"

Cheng Mengjie, who had been talking to herself for a long time, looked blankly at the high prop box platform where Lin Yuliang had disappeared, with only a bottle of drink standing on it: "Where are the people?..."

…

At the end of the stage, nine people squatted on the ground in a circle, and cries continued to sound near the small entrance. It was not heartbreaking, but the suppressed cries made it even more desolate.

"Let's go back to the waiting room first." Jin Minhao patted each girl's trembling shoulders one by one: "There is a stage behind..."

Without any extra words, they helped each other stand up. It seemed that they no longer knew how to accept this shocking reality and had lost their souls. After a long life as a trainee and the joy of debut, they had spent half their lives up to now.

The artist was given this career, but now it seems like all the hard work has been in vain.

Returning to the waiting room like a zombie, Tiffany was placed on the makeup chair by the makeup artist with confused eyes. A pair of dull and empty eyes in the mirror stared at her, showing no joy or sorrow.

"Are we... going to disband..." Cui Xiuying sat on the makeup chair next to her and said to herself in a dull tone: "I... failed again?"

No one could answer her words. Even if the company announced their disbandment the next day, they would still have to perform all of today's schedule before they would be notified. Jin Minhao did not appear in the waiting room immediately, so he must have contacted Chengdu.

Yeon announced what happened at the scene.

…

"Well, commercial actors and actresses should have received the news about various endorsements and announcements. It will be very difficult for a long time to come." Jin Minhao leaned against the wall outside the door, holding a mobile phone and talking to someone: "Yes, before

The program planning for which the broadcast contract has been signed can begin... Well, Seongju Economics also said so, and it was originally intended to prevent this kind of thing from happening."

Rapid footsteps came from the corridor, causing Jin Minhao to glance in the direction of the sound.

Lin Yuliang was carrying a backpack and ran all the way to the door of the girls' waiting room. When he saw Jin Minhao talking on the phone, he braked a few steps and stopped not far away from him, took a breath and then slowly approached.

Jin Minhao pointed to the phone and then to the door, then left the door to come and go as he pleased, and then continued to communicate with the person on the other end of the phone. You could also hear words such as resource exchange and suspension.

After three knocks on the door, as expected, after waiting for a long time, Xiaoxian came to open the door with round eyes as usual. Lin Yuliang had to push the door open and walked in. Several assistants sat dejectedly.

The innermost side of the waiting room, against the wall.

The makeup artist mechanically prepared the girls' makeup and hair, and tried to keep her voice down when communicating occasionally, as if she was attending a funeral and trying her best not to disturb the rest of the living.

Xiaoxian was holding a book and flipping through it, but he lost his former serious expression. Lin Yoon-ah and Lee Soon-kyu sat next to each other, searching for something with their hands.

"Are you searching for concert information..." Lin Yuliang walked to the two of them, knelt down on one knee, and said straight to the point: "What have you found?"

"Oppa...have you searched..." Lin Yoona's eyes seemed a little smaller, her mouth pressed together hard, and she kept blinking to hold back tears: "Photos of fans with injuries and fractures, stories of tearing up posters, and respect for seniors

We are disrespectful and have two legs...We are said to be heinous sinners..."

"Ah, that's right." Lin Yuliang nodded: "I've already searched for it."

"It's obviously not true why..."

"Because people only want to see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear, and I am no exception." He simply sat cross-legged on the ground and looked up at the two people with red and swollen eyes: "I can understand you now.

It would be a bit too arrogant to give a lecture about my feelings. So..."

Lin Yuliang took off the backpack on his shoulders, took out a double-layered wooden lunch box and put it on the ground: "Do you want to eat together? I originally planned to send it to you after your performance. I have customized it according to your taste." He took out two.

Sandwiches were handed to Lee Soon Kyu and Lim Yoon Ah respectively.

"No need." The two of them thought Lin Yuliang was going to take out something, but when they saw it was a lunch box, they couldn't help but cover their faces.

"Both of you don't like beef? I've also considered the caloric issue."

"That's not true"

"Then try it, it's delicious."

"I won't eat..."

"You can also take a bite."

"I don't feel like that right now!" For the first time, Lin Yoona felt that this Oppa whom she had known since his debut was unusually out of character. She stood up from the sofa angrily and planned to leave directly.

Lin Yuliang raised his head and looked up at Lin Yuner's standing figure: "It's just because I'm not in the mood that I want to eat. Let's give it a try."

…

When they returned to the front of the infield, it was already the girls' second performance. The music of "Reunion of the World" sounded, with a fast and distinct rhythm. The movements were neat and tidy, as if even the breathing rhythm was consistent.

Lin Yuliang stood in the audience, watching their collective kick. It was as if they had kicked open the dark and heavy door in front of them, opening a new era.

“It’s worth a few sandwiches to see this kind of performance.”