When she said this, her eyes were warm and bright, and her voice was soft, as if she was carefully caring for some treasure.

Cen Feng suddenly remembered the game video he saw on the computer a long time ago. The little girl said to the camera: "Thank you for my light."

That's similar.

The little girl back then had grown up, like a rose blooming silently, wrapped by Qingxiang and Raoli. But for so many years, the look of looking at him was as always and never changed.

He seemed to realize something.

But I can't believe it.

So the next moment, it covered up the sudden throbbing of the heart and denied everything.

Cen Feng turned his gaze to the other side and whispered: "Thank you, but don't send it again in the future. I don't lack anything."

Xu Zhaixing nodded "yes," and put the gifts on the table back into the cart with his hands and feet. He said happily: "Brother, I ask the staff to help you send the gifts back to the dormitory. You can go back to train quickly!"

After saying that, he thought of something and found the massager in the cart and handed it to him: "You can bring this with you. Press it during a while while you are resting. Never leave any muscle strain injuries."

Cen Feng reached out to take it, nodded and said yes.

Xu Zhaixing waved his hand happily to him: "Goodbye brother!"

He smiled and said, "Well, see you next time."

Xu Zhaixing thought of something and asked quickly: "By the way, brother, your first stage performance will be in a few days. Do you have any requirements for styling and clothing?!"

It has the momentum of "I will satisfy you if you ask for whatever you want."

Cen Feng laughed and turned his head and asked, "You are responsible for my look?"

Xu Zhaixing was a little embarrassed, nodded shyly with his eyes down, and whispered: "Yes~"

His voice was unconsciously gentle: "Then you just make arrangements, I believe in your profession."

Xu Zhaixing's eyes were shiny by his idol: "Okay!"

Cen Feng nodded and walked out. When he reached the door, he subconsciously looked back. Xu Zhaixing was still standing there, looking at his back reluctantly with big eyes. Seeing him turning around, he quickly stopped him and waved happily.

His heart trembled for no reason, turned around and accelerated his pace.

When he returned to the training room, nine team members were lying on the ground, still resting. When he walked to the door, he met Ying Xuze who was coming for a walk. He rubbed over and hugged his back and said, "Brother Feng, I heard A Ran say you took down all the dance?"

Cen Feng patted his arm down and said "Yeah".

Ying Xuze had long been used to his temperament, and didn't mind. He came over and shook his thumb at him like a huhu: "Awesome! I heard that the dance in Group A next door was taught by the teacher, and Bian Qi only took half of it!"

Like Shi Ran, he liked to get started as he talked and pulled Cen Feng's arm and shook it: "Brother Feng, I want to be with you too. We will be with the same group next time. I also want the big guy to help dance, okay?"

Cen Feng: “…………”

Fu Xingyan happened to bite a popsicle by the side, and his body was covered in goose bumps and shivered. He gave Ying Xuze a blank look: "Is it embarrassing to lose it?"

Ying Xuze and Fu Xingyan's group were together this time, and after a few days of hang out, he got closer, and said excitedly: "Xingyan, come on, let's steal Brother Feng to our group, come on, let's fight each other!"

When Shi Ran heard them talking at the door, a carp got up and ran over, dragging Cen Feng into the classroom: "Ying Xuze, what are you doing! Don't steal our captain! Go away!"

Ying Xuze: "?"

He pointed at Shi Ran angrily: "Okay, you ungrateful and unfaithful man. You used to call someone Xiaozeze, but now you call someone Daming. When you hold your new thigh, you kick me away with one kick! You have no heart!"

Shi Ran: "A brief."

Fu Xingyan looked at them speechlessly, threw down a word "childish", and left coldly with a popsicle.

Ying Xuze has learned the dance of their group these days, and he is not in a hurry to go back to practice. He followed Cen Feng to the front of the classroom and sat down, and asked Shi Ran: "How are you practicing? Do you know how to move?"

When Shi Ran mentioned this, he became depressed and said softly: "This dance move is too difficult." He looked at Cen Feng apologetically, "We have dragged Brother Feng down."

Cen Feng took off his hat and plucked the broken hair that was soaked with sweat on his forehead: "It's nothing."

He looked at the team member who was still paralyzed by salty fish and said indifferently: "Get up and continue training."

Everyone cheered up and stood up obediently. Cen Feng jumped and taught, not only watching their movements, but also watching their movements.

Ying Xuze sat in front and watched for a long time and gave a pertinent evaluation: "A king brings nine bronzes."

He had heard before that now that he saw Cen Feng dancing with his own eyes, and only then did he know how strong he was. Every move was never dragged on and was simply beautiful, and his balance and coordination were the best mastered by people he had seen in so many years.

This is the true level of seven years of practice.

Ying Xuze suddenly realized that if Cen Feng wanted to compete for the C position, he would be fine.

When he dances, your eyes can't move away from him. This is a person born to belong to the stage.

But realizing this, he felt quite peaceful, not much unwillingness or loss, his skills were inferior to others, he was willing to give up on the disadvantage, and even felt a sense of admiration.

Wuwuwu Feng Ge danced so well. He will never chase after Uzumaki Naruto Straw Hat Luffy again. Isn't it good to chase real people? You can also have close contact.

Ying Xuze thought so, and when Cen Feng sat down to rest and drink water, he reached out to touch his abdominal muscles.

Cen Feng: "?" He was almost choked, turned his head and stared at Ying Xuze without expression, saying word by word: "What are you doing?"

Yes, what did I do? Xu, I didn’t mean to be troubled by admiration. Ze: “…I compare with each other with whom has bigger abdominal muscles.”

He was so furious that he was stared at Cen Feng's cold eyes and asked tentatively: "Do you want to touch me too?"

Cen Feng: “…No.”

Ying Xuze was actually a little disappointed: "You really don't touch it?"

Cen Feng: “…………”

He unscrewed a new bottle of drink and blocked his mouth.

In the afternoon, Shi Lin came to the training room as a vocal instructor to provide targeted guidance to the trainees. He first went to Group A where Bian Qi was. The members of Group A were strong and performed very well. Although the most difficult high notes in the last sentence were flawed, they improved a lot after his guidance. Just practice more.

On the way to Group B, I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Group B is in the overall level of Class F, and I chose the most difficult song. Shi Ran, the only Class B, is another rapper. Although I already know that Cen Feng had hidden his strength before and actually had a good dance, Shi Lin was not expecting his vocal.

When I walked into the classroom, I saw Cen Feng squatting in front of Shi Ran, hitting the beat with his hands to correct the rhythm and connection of his English rap.

Just as he sang the line "the world needscreamwake up", Shi Ran couldn't sing well, Cen Feng demonstrated it to him. His voice was low and thick when he sang and rap, and his graininess was clear. He knew that his rap level was not low at first.

This was the first time Shi Lin heard him rap, but he was a little surprised. The trainees in the classroom had already noticed him and stood up to say hello.

Cen Feng whispered to Shi Ran, "Practice later."

Then get up and stand.

Shi Lin walked to the front of the stage and asked with a smile: "How are you practicing the songs?"

Everyone was talking and sat next to the electronic piano: "Come and sing it once, I'll listen." He opened the music score and asked again: "Who is responsible for the last high notes?"

Everyone pointed to Cen Feng excitedly, and Cen Feng said indifferently: "It's me."

Shi Lin looked at him unexpectedly.

He had a very bad impression of Cen Feng in the first episode and had heard him sing. I wonder if it was because he deliberately lowered his voice, Shi Lin always thought that he could only sing bass.

That high note is not a simple octave, but also a test of singing skills and skills.

He tried the keys and said nothing: "Well, let's start."

Everyone started singing along his accompaniment. Cen Feng's part was divided according to the characteristics of the team members, and he guided it for several days after sentence by sentence. No matter whether it was a separate part or a chorus, there was no problem. Shi Lin also nodded while playing.

It was much better than he expected.

But he found that Cen Feng had never sang alone, and sang harmoniously throughout the whole time, until the last sentence, and the notes were paused, his clear voice was like a sound of the empty valley, and he easily reached a high octave.

Shi Lin's last sound did not fall, and he was completely shocked by his voice.

Such a clean and clear voice is born to be a vocal. And I just heard his bass rap, and his range span is extremely large. After a rough calculation, he crossed at least 13 scales.

Shi Lin looked at the boy opposite with a complicated expression with a faint expression.

The prejudice in my heart has completely disappeared, and there are only regrets and confusion. Why should I give up such a good talent?

This was not the first time the team members listened, but they were still amazed by the captain and applauded excitedly. After pausing for a while, they said, "Cen Feng, you sing well, basically at the professional level of vocal. I apologize for saying that you have failed the seven years of practice."

He was still calm and only said politely: "No, it doesn't matter, thank you teacher."

Shi Lin smiled: "The vocal chorus part of your group is basically no big problem, but Zhou Mingyu's single part is a bit out of tune. Come and sing with me."

Zhou Mingyu was named separately, and felt a little embarrassed, so he began to correct him one by one.

We left until the evening, and we went for supper together and continued to go back to the classroom to rehearse.

As time passed day by day, the performance was getting closer and closer, and the trainees' rehearsals also entered a white-hot stage. The mentors began to inspect the results one by one.

The two groups that fought each other performed in the same classroom, giving the tutors a more intuitive and clear contrast.

The group "Scream" is basically the group with the most disparity in strength among all the group duels. One is the top students in Class A, and the other is the level of Class F. The tutors actually have a clear mind before the acceptance.

Group A jumped first, Bian Qi was in position C. His personal comprehensive strength was very strong and the most outstanding one. Although his personal color was too strong, the focus of the entire team was on him, the overall performance of Group A was still very complete and smooth.

Although Group B has been rehearsing for so many days and remembers the movements, it is because of its lack of strength. After the jump is done in a normal manner, its coordination, consistency and explosive power are not as good as Group A. The only thing that is amazing is Cen Feng.

This time he finally didn't paddle again. Although he had few parts to him and his position was always at the end of the last, his turn was meticulously completed, especially the high notes, which shocked everyone at the scene.

But his part is too few, and no matter how good his performance is, it is not enough to make everyone focus on him, thereby improving the overall viewing of Group B.

After Group B finished the performance, Ning Sile immediately frowned and asked, "I want to know, how to choose position C? Who is the part? Why do you put Cen Feng in the most inconspicuous position?"
To be continued...