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Chapter 177 There is no shortcut on the road to dreams

The next day, the morning light was faint.

The girls in the dormitory were woken up by the radio, and the staff distributed uniform clothes to 100 students.

At the same time, the live broadcast started.

The office workers who got up early received the push, clicked in and saw that there were still a lot of viewers who were online in the morning, and the number was staggering.

Everyone communicates with each other.

[It seems that it is indeed a big deal, and it was pushed to the audience as soon as it started broadcasting. The program group did not spend money on fruit videos.meditation.jpg]

[Although "The Birth of an Idol" has just started broadcasting, I have to mention that I am already a die-hard fan of this show, and I really like the real dark side of the entertainment industry. 】

[The college uniforms issued by the program team are pretty good-looking, and the pink and tender college-style skirts look youthful and beautiful when worn on people.Drooling.jpg]

[Damn, I have to worship the big boss online again, we can't see the pictures of these students changing clothes, it's like they were suddenly blocked by intelligence. 】

……

Under the constant emotion of the audience in the live broadcast room, all the students changed into uniform clothes and walked towards the recording hall in groups of three and four.

The six mentors also came to the recording hall early, with headsets on their ears.

Cameras were placed all around the hall, the staff was busy back and forth, and director Si Zui was also on the scene.

"Wow!"

"Oh my god, the recording hall wasn't like this yesterday, but it changed overnight. The speed of the program group is really amazing."

……

The students looked surprised.

After some decoration, the scene of this studio became pink and tender, with many exquisite chairs, small stools, and five dazzling thrones at the top.

The scene was divided into several areas, from area A at the top to area F below, omitting E, a total of six areas.

It is not difficult to see that there are six classes in total, which happen to be in charge of six tutors from the program group.

Jiang Chengmian sat on the instructor's seat, with a bottle of water in front of her and a microphone on the table.

She picked up the microphone and turned it on, "Students, you are very welcome to "The Birth of an Idol". This program has a strict competition system and requires excellence.

Here you will be sweating, 100 people will compete for the 5 debut positions. In addition to the evaluation given by the instructor, the competition rules also include external rankings, tickets, etc. The program team has specially set up a popularity list for the students, and we will announce it every week. Come out and strive for transparency in the competition system. "

After Jiang Chengmian finished speaking, Yi Xiu picked up the microphone.

He looked rebellious, with an unruly beast in his eyes, and displeasure in his brows and eyes.

"A piece of advice to all the students present. There are no shortcuts to take on this dream-chasing road. If you take a shortcut and get what you want for a short time, but the things that don't match your own strength will come back to you in other ways sooner or later. .”

Yi Xiu's words were slightly harsh.

Most of the students at the scene didn't think too much about it, they just took it as kind advice from the seniors to the newbies.

"..."

Lu Nian'an's expression changed slightly, and his expression was a little unnatural.

Someone in the same dormitory as Lu Nian'an noticed her expression, and asked Lu Nian'an's arm with concern.

"Nian'an, are you feeling well?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, say it, don't hold on."

With the camera in place, Lu Nian'an didn't break the roommate's hand away, showing a smile, "Thank you baby for your concern, I'm fine, maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night and my spirits are a bit out of sorts."

Seeing Lu Nian'an's answer, the student didn't know if he didn't ask again.

Lu Nian'an doesn't know.

In the live broadcast room, the audience was full of hahaha, and the bullet screens were all over the screen. If Lu Nian'an could sleep well last night, it would be a ghost.

(End of this chapter)