Almighty Star Daddy

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

"Senior brother, give our group a name." A boy said,

"Yes, brother, we are going to have an interview in a while. We need to introduce ourselves by a name."

Han Mo thought for a while, "Let's call it the sunshine boys, sunshine boys." Han Mo felt that this word also fits the image and temperament of the three boys.

"Sunshine boys, that's great." All three boys whispered the name of the group.

"It's 10:50, and we will start the interview at 11." A boy said, looking at his watch.

At this time, Han Mo also raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, his heart sank, he was late, and he was anxious but did not show it.

Han Mo finally looked at the three boys, "You guys should change your look today too."

At first, in order to match the songs they sang, the three boys wore very mature styles, and the clothes they wore were also very fancy and not suitable for their age.

The boys still didn't understand what Han Mo meant. He had already strode up in front of them and straightened their hair. The hairstyle that didn't look age-appropriate changed instantly. The three boys' faces had clean outlines. is highlighted.

The side wall of the rehearsal room is a large mirror. The boys looked at themselves in the mirror in shock, touched their hair, and turned to Han Mo in disbelief, "Senior brother, you are amazing."

Han Mo didn't explain much, and said lightly, "Take off your coat and wear the white shirt inside. Don't wear decorations, just be clean and generous."

After all he had to say, Han Mo was about to leave, and he was a little anxious, after all, he was late for so long.

The three boys were 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 took a step, "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. "Excuse me, senior brother, can you tell us your name easily? A stage name will do." He added that he was afraid of being rejected, so he added a stage name.

Han Mo had already turned to leave, turned sideways and replied, "I don't have a stage name, my name is Han Mo."

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After coming out of the No. 2 rehearsal room, Han Mo quickly took out his mobile phone to see if there were any missed calls. There was none. According to Meng Si's character, seeing that he was not in the rehearsal room, he should have made a series of deadly calls, but one of them was missed. There was no call. Standing at the door, he looked at the message again, but there was still nothing.

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

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

"Here?" Meng Si's voice with a feminine tail sounded in the corner of the rehearsal room, and Han Mo saw Meng Si, who was thin and small, sitting on a chair.

Meng Si stood up and walked in front of Han Mo. The two formed the cutest height difference. Han Mo looked down at Meng Si, but the other party didn't ask him why he was late, nor did he change his expression because of being late, just like an appointment. It's the same as this time.

Han Mo was a little strange, too abnormal, too unbelievable.

But Meng Si didn't ask, and Han Mo didn't want to explain. He looked left and right and made sure that there were only the two of them in the rehearsal room No. 1. Tian Yadong was not there. He didn't speak, and just waited for Meng Si to talk about the next song selection. Han Mo made a plan himself. He had already thought about the song for this competition. If Meng Si asked, he would also like to talk about it.

Meng Si still didn't ask anything, just kept laughing, shaking his head while laughing,

Finally, he looked at his watch, "Okay, it's almost time, let's go, let's go to the play."

Han Mo didn't ask much. He didn't like to inquire about these things, so he 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 floor is what, but it is not so clear when subdivided. He also doesn't know where Meng Si is going, so he walked out of the elevator.

It was not until they entered a large room with double doors that Han Mo knew that they had arrived at the multi-functional performance hall, which was a place for artists who were still practicing to evaluate 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 have all been seated. There are six or seven people in total. At the farthest position, it was Tian Yadong that Meng Si had been talking about all the time for the past two days. He just glanced at it, and Han Mo looked away again without stopping.

Meng Si didn't want to stand at the door. He walked inside with a complicated smile on his face. Several judges saw the boss coming and stood up to greet him. Meng Si nodded politely in response.

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

Han Mo didn't want to go inside, so he stood at the door and glanced at it, ready to leave, and went out to wait for Meng Si. He had already reached the door, and the voice behind him suddenly caught his attention. It was the voice of a boy, and this voice was too familiar. , because I just heard it.

"Hello, all the judges, my name is Wang Zirong. Today is my last day as a trainee, and it may be my last day at Sichen Media. No matter whether I stay or not today, I hope to show my best self to Every teacher."

Han Mo stood at the door and stared at 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 raising the corner of his mouth.

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

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

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

""Love"? Haven't heard it before." The judges discussed each other and asked if they had heard the song, only Tian Yadong had no expression.

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

Of course it wasn't this song. Others said it wasn't suitable for me to chop it down. Tian Yadong didn't want to tell the judge about this kind of fuss.

Meng Si heard their conversation, laughed unabashedly, and then said "tsk tsk."