I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    In this way, An Yinong and others even joined the show "I'm Really a Star".

    The 'staff' of "I'm Really a Star" released the news that the next issue has been confirmed, and it is these guests. Then, a few vague silhouettes were thrown out, which was considered as a warm-up in advance.

    "Does the third one look like Lai Qing? No, his acting skills have been scolded for hot searches. Wouldn't it be death to go to this show?"

    "The nonsense upstairs, where does it look like we kiss? Don't touch the porcelain, who wants to be on this kind of **** net comprehensive?"

    "Trash network comprehensive? Can you be more **** than your masters? Walking half a million?" Some inappropriate remarks and misinterpretation of national policies.

    When this group of people were eating melons and fighting, some people made good use of various 'find the original image' tools to find the original image and determine the identity of the guests.

    Lai Qing, the captain of the new boy group, has turned into an actor. Tao Ran, a member of the men's team who once became popular, has turned into an actor. Jin Zhe, a member of a returning boy group, has turned into an actor. Ke Yinong, an amateur singer in an amateur singing competition, is said to have deteriorated voice.

     "Hey, I finally know why there are so many bad dramas recently. Is the film and television industry a shelter?"

    "The guests in this issue seem to be artists who have officially debuted and have works, at least they have been popular for a while." Some netizens also wondered, "Why do they think so hard?"

    "What can't you think about? Is this variety show difficult? Is it a test of intelligence or a test of motor cells? Or is it a test of courage?"

    A huge number of fans poured into the official website of the variety show, and they were very curious about what game their brother was going to face (this time, it was a coincidence, it was all male artists).

    "I'm really a star? What a strange name, take a look first."

    Fans opened past videos: one minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed…

    "Fuck, who picked this up for my brother?! Can this show be on?!" The fans were stunned after watching it. They were not blind, and they could not see this variety show. Is it for artists?

    It is true that there is nothing explosive about this show, but isn't it explosive enough to let the stars show their true unscripted appearance? How many celebrities' "real" can see people? !

    "Ah! Who wants to see what is real in the world, can't I just like their characters?"

    There are too many people talking about it, and many passers-by have discovered this treasured program. Group change star mentor news.

    "Hey! Family, I found Huadian." Sharp-eyed netizens stacked the two variety shows and found an intersection -'Ke Yinong'.

    This artist, who has not heard any news for more than a year, was kicked out of "My Way, My Show" with the front foot, and kicked into "I'm Really a Star" with the back foot?

    "I heard that his contract is about to expire this year, so I found it useless, burn the residual value? Terrible capitalist, really corpses have to refine oil and light lamps."

    "Sure, you didn't see Zhang Ruojun from the same company? Zhang Ruojun is now the first brother of Starlight Entertainment, Ke Yinong, who was abandoned by the company long ago."

    Netizens swore that it was as if they were there, witnessing the scene of Ke Yinong crying after being abandoned.

    I have a look next door to "My Show, My Show", eh, isn't this a topic that is delivered to your door? Act immediately.

    "We gave up Mr. Ke because now he no longer has the ability to sing, nor is he a professional singer, so he cannot guide our students."

    "To be a star mentor, firstly, you must have strength, and secondly, you must have the ability to lead the team. Unfortunately, none of these Mr. Ke. Therefore, for the inability to cooperate this time, our program team only I can express my great regret and look forward to Mr. Ke's recovery.

    "Our program team will not forget the original intention and reject incompetent artists. I will show my own way. I will see you tonight."

    Good guy, there was an ad by the way.

    Don't say, there are people who are really curious to see this mess.

    Although netizens watched the first episode and only saw the draft scene of 'Prosperity Beauty', they couldn't bear the fans blowing it.

    Not long after, the news of the program group "Walking and My Show" "doing the program seriously, being responsible to all team members, and not afraid of public opinion" hit the hot search again.

    "Bah! Bitch! Woah ah ah!" The system kicked the phone off the table with a 'bang'.

    “…” An Yinong, “My phone.”

    He picked up the phone, the protective film was broken by the system, but fortunately it did not hinder the use.

    "It's almost time."

    At this time, An Yinong was in another look - a fisherman hat, a shoulder-length wig, and sunglasses, especially like a pervert who would follow a little girl.

    "Mobile speakers, foldable mic stands, folding stools, guitars." He checked the gear to take out one by one.

    "What are you doing?" The system was curious.

    An Yinong had memories in his eyes: "Before my official debut, I often followed my teacher to the streets to try out new songs. Face to face, the feedback given by the listeners was direct and real, and the teacher would This feedback modifies the score."

    "Huh?" The system didn't understand.

    "Now I need some real feedback to see the public's acceptance of this kind of sound. And try my own level to see if I can eat music."

    Before the system could react, it was held up by An Yinong and placed on the hat: "Hold firmly, or it will fall. Take you to the most lively street, there is everything there, do you want What to eat?"

    "I won't fall." The system snorted arrogantly, and became happy the next second, "I want to eat wolf tooth potatoes, the longest, super spicy!"

    Annon pulled up the mobile speaker and walked out of the room, with a folding stool hanging from the speaker, and a bag with a guitar on her back. He glanced back at the room, and closed the door with a 'smack'.

    Two dollars to get on the bus, and they arrived at their destination in ten minutes.

    This is a very lively pedestrian street in the city, and it is also an Internet celebrity street. It's centrally located, flanked by clothing stores, fine dining restaurants and other date-friendly venues.

      And An Yinong stood at the corner of the street.

    He originally came to another place, a small square, where young couples gather with their grandparents and grandchildren, and there is no square dance to steal the limelight. It's a pity that there were already several colleagues there when he went.

    Those people come here looking for opportunities.

    Of course this is not an easy task, today's headhunters are more willing to pay attention to those young people with good looks.

    So the street performers can only settle for the next best thing, hoping to earn some income through singing to maintain a living. It's just that the local residents are well-informed and are not easily attracted by these street performers.

    An Yinong put the mobile stereo in place (he had already charged it before going out), then set up the microphone, and connected the amplifier on the guitar.

    The system was sitting on the stereo, holding a spice-sprinkled wolf-toothed potato and gnawing, while watching the host busy. It 'blocks' itself and the potatoes, so no one else can see it.

    "You said it so mysteriously, it turned out to be a street performance."

    "Don't underestimate street singing, it is the touchstone." An Yinong adjusted the sound, "The extraordinary charm of singers not only exists in the refined records, but also in the stage. No Watching a singer perform live does not mean you really know the singer."

    "It's the same as the truth." The system doesn't believe it, it thinks that the host is the singer's feelings, which can be translated as 'hypocritical'.

    If he was willing to rely on me, he would have won by now, just like the previous hosts. The system thought.

    After studying hard for more than ten years, the system mall only uses more than 100 points. With a mermaid voice and a king-level voice, the host can become the best singer, but he just has to practice on his own and go to the streets to sing.

    "Focus on yourself."

    "I'm here to sing again, I'm young, what can I do?" The security guards of some nearby store gathered together, holding a thermos cup in their hands and looking sharp.

    "It's better than those who have hands and feet and beg for money, at least for labor."

    "That's not a problem, droughts and floods are not guaranteed. If my son is a street performer, I will give him a discount on his legs, which is embarrassing."

    Pedestrians entered and exited at the intersection, and some people looked at An Yinong more curiously, but none of them stopped. The system licked the stick and felt that the host's opening was hanging.

    Looking at the little potato in his hand, the system thought: No.

    The sound under the **** suddenly vibrated, and the potato in the system's hand almost fell to the ground. Hearing a few light plucks of fingertips, the passers-by could not help but stop and look back curiously.

    An Yinong was already seated, holding the guitar in his hand, **** with his right hand to audition. The shape of his right hand is not very particular, but his playing posture is very free and free.

    It's a very intuitive body language, as if to say, I know the instrument in my hand like the back of my hand, so I'm free to use it to show all the effects I want.

    In short, confidence. Even if you haven't heard the full tune, you will feel that this person is not a generalist.

    Several pedestrians stopped to watch the performer humming a minor tune that he didn’t know where, and alternately plucked the strings with his right hand, which was fast and clear.

    He began to sing, in a foreign language he did not understand, the rhythm was steady, the tune was simple and relaxed, with a hoarse and lazy voice, like a cat lying on the sofa sleeping soundly in the afternoon stretched out .

    "What a wonderful voice, like pastrami, but still nice." One chef stopped, attracted by the sound.

    "Let's go, what are you looking at?" The person in front urged the chef not to leave.

    "Wait, I'll be gone in a minute."

    The system took the potatoes and forgot to eat them: Strangely, this is not the first time he has heard the host sing, but the host who sings in the streets has a special magic power.

    The system can't tell what it is, but it sounds very good, which makes people want to stop and listen.

    An Yinong lowered his head, immersed in his own world.

    "What song is this? It's so beautiful." More people followed the voice.

    The hoarse voice on the street sang songs with varied tunes, and the superb guitar playing skills did not overwhelm the guests. One person and one instrument made this ordinary night unusual.

    The couple holding hands on the road stopped, they were in a hurry to watch a movie, but now they are not in a hurry. The boy held the mutton kebab in his hand and chewed it in his mouth.

    "Why don't we listen for a while?" he thought.

    "Okay, but what about movies?"

    "Change to the next game." The couple came to an immediate consensus, and they squeezed to the front of the line.

    On the opposite side of the street corner, a glamorous woman in a red dress was going to the cafe upstairs. She had already walked halfway, but stopped and walked back, following the song all the way to the street mouth.

    I even do something I would never do on a normal day - squeeze into the crowd, all the way to the front.

    On the corner sat a busker with a guitar.

    He wears a wide bucket hat, his face droops slightly, and his hair blocks his view, but he is so comfortable holding the guitar and humming. It seems to be saying: I can sing how I want, I can play how I want, and I can sing and play well.

    Pedestrians often see street performers here, but no matter what these performers sing, there is no such casual absolute confidence.

    'I can control my music', this singer has that signal.

    "I think this guy can sing really well, why isn't he on TV?"

    "Can you be on TV if you sing well?"

    "What song is this, why can't I find it?" Someone in the crowd asked.

    "This is an original song, and you are the first to hear it." An Yinong said.

    "Huh?" The potato dregs fell from the system's mouth: what is it? original?

    Passers-by were also surprised, only to find that he did not deliberately sing in a hoarse way, but his own voice was a little hoarse. However, this slightly hoarse graininess really fits the song just now, it's a perfect match.

    "What a special voice."

    "Excuse me, what's the name of the song you sang?" A fashionable woman in a burgundy dress walked out of the crowd. She was very beautiful, but she frowned deeply and looked very serious.

    "Is this your original? Do you still create?" The system also jumps on the sound.

    An Yinong's eyes swept across the system and landed on this lady: "Guess what's its name?"