69novels Chapter 8 They've all gone mad.
Chapter 8 They've all gone mad.
Lin Yuan suddenly spoke up: "Excuse me, could I have a saxophone?"
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The group stopped and exchanged glances, wondering what the kid was up to, but they still sat back down.
Li Lizhen asked doubtfully, "Are you planning to dance while playing the instrument?"
Lin Yuan nodded.
Seeing this, Li Lizhen didn't say much. It was the first time she had ever seen someone use a saxophone to perform a dance, but she still had someone bring her a saxophone.
After receiving the microphone, Lin Yuan tested it and found that it was in tune with the notes, so he prepared to start. He clipped the microphone to the microphone stand and said, "I'll be performing 'Despacito' for everyone."
The next second, a light and catchy melody came over, and Lin Yuan slowly swayed his body.
"Hmm~ This is interesting."
As the climax approached, Lin Yuan completely let loose, sometimes lowering his head and shaking it, sometimes leaning back and drawing circles in his abdomen. (Actually, his muscles were sore, but he didn't want to reach out and massage them.)
Lee Ji-eun, standing to the side, gaped in shock. This...this is too lewd! Turning to look at the examiners beside her, she saw everyone tapping their feet to the rhythm, even the usually composed president was nodding and swaying his head.
They've gone mad! They've all gone mad!!!
Then look at Lin Yuan, he completely treated the assessment like a concert, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's rock together, okay?"
"good!!!"
"Waaaaah~~~"
In an instant, the entire practice room seemed to turn into a karaoke bar, with the usually aloof leaders all getting up and swaying to the music, creating a chaotic scene.
The song ended.
"Passed!" Jin Dayong, the head of the artist department, shouted at the top of his lungs. This ability to control the whole scene is that of a chosen artist, and we absolutely cannot let him go.
Park Young-cheol also approved it, after all, Lin Yuan's vocal skills are not bad, and he can debut with just a little practice. His deep and slightly hoarse voice is a perfect match for Lee Ji-eun.
Now only dance teacher Li Lizhen remains as the hurdle, and everyone's attention is focused on her.
Lee Ji-eun had already stood up; if things didn't go well, she would immediately go up and plead for mercy.
Li Lizhen calmed herself down and said with a smile, "Lin Yuanxi, actually your performance is not up to my standards."
Upon hearing this, Jin Dayong became extremely anxious and quickly said, "Teacher Li, please don't! We can't give up on such a promising talent!"
Park Young-cheol also chimed in, "Yeah, you can practice dancing. Celebrities with big hearts are really rare."
Lee Ji-eun was instantly dumbfounded.
No, is that right? There was absolutely no need for me to appear.
Lin Yuan stood there, looking calm.
He doesn't care whether he passes the assessment or not. If he does, he'll practice hard. He also wants to see if his performance with Lee Ji-eun will be a hit.
If I don't pass the audition, I can just be a freelance producer, train girl groups, and release songs from time to time. I'll still be doing just fine.
Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Li Lizhen finally spoke up, saying, "Alright, I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you, why are you all in such a hurry?"
Kim Dae-yong and Park Young-cheol rolled their eyes at the same time. "That woman is really wicked, she just knows how to tease them."
"Lin Yuanxi, you must know you've gone off-topic, right?"
"Yes, I understand," Lin Yuan nodded in response.
Li Lizhen smiled with satisfaction: "But you managed to control the pace and create atmosphere, which I give full marks for."
In fact, for an artist, voice, dance, and appearance are not the most important things. What makes a qualified artist is the ability to use their strengths to cover up their weaknesses and still satisfy the public.
So congratulations, you've passed.
"Minister Kim, congratulations on finding such a promising talent."
"Oh, not at all, I still have to thank Teacher Li for going easy on me," Jin Dayong replied awkwardly, scratching his head. After all, he had just mentally cursed Li Lizhen quite a bit.
"In that case, it's on you tonight?"
"No problem, the usual place is on me, Yongcheol, you come too."
......
After everyone left, Lin Yuan slumped onto the stool.
He was given a beating by Huang Lizhi this morning, followed by nearly an hour of assessment. Now he can't even lift his arms.
Seeing him like this, Lee Ji-eun immediately grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to him: "Here, have some water."
Lin Yuan tentatively raised his arm, "You feed me, I can't lift it."
"You're so useless." Lee Ji-eun rolled her eyes at him, helped him up, fed him water, and gently patted his back.
Lin Yuan was held in her arms, her hair brushing against his cheek, making him feel a little itchy.
A pleasant fragrance wafted into my nose; it was shampoo, with a hint of foundation mixed in.
Lee Ji-eun.
"Um?"
Lee Ji-eun replied instinctively.
"Thank you."
......
At the Myeongdong food street, Lee Ji-eun, dressed conservatively, happily asked, "What should we eat? Army stew? Or fried chicken?"
"You decide, I'm fine with anything, but..."
"You don't eat spicy food! Right?"
Lee Ji-eun spoke up for him first.
"Yes." Lin Yuan nodded in surprise. Besides being surprised that Lee Ji-eun knew him so well, he was also surprised that the original owner's tastes were so similar to his, as neither of them ate spicy food.
I don't know why the original owner did it, but he had hemorrhoids, so he avoided all foods that could cause internal heat, and over time he got used to it.
"I've got it! I've thought of a shop you might like. Come with me."
Lee Ji-eun held his hand and weaved through the crowd. After a while, they stopped in front of a staircase that looked like a miniature human-shaped passageway.
Above the entrance is a sign that reads "Baekje Ginseng Chicken Soup (No Group)," next to which hangs a large LED sign, and there's even one on the ground. It's as if they're afraid people won't know what they do.
"How is it? You should like the ginseng chicken soup, right? It's not spicy, it's light, and it's nutritious."
Lee Ji-eun said proudly.
"It looks pretty good, let's go in and try it."
As you walk up the stairs to the second floor, a huge calligraphy sign in the stairwell tells the story of its long history.
Upon entering the store, six pillars covered with black tiles stand evenly, each bearing a picture of the sign and a "No Smoking" sign.
The ceiling above is quite modern, divided into several triangles of different sizes, with several hidden spotlights neatly arranged on it, and hidden light strips in the middle.
The two found a seat by the window.
"Good evening, what would you two like to eat?"
The waiter came over, bent down, and asked.
Lin Yuan glanced at the menu and asked, "How about two servings of black chicken soup? They look pretty good."
"Okay," Lee Ji-eun nodded in reply.
"Then two servings of black-boned chicken and ginseng soup."
Lin Yuan handed over the menu and said.
"Please wait a moment, both of you."
Ten minutes later, two bowls of hot, bubbling chicken soup were served, along with some side dishes such as spicy kimchi and spicy radish. One of the glasses of golden liquid caught his attention.
I picked it up and smelled it; it was wine.
The waiter explained, "This is homemade ginseng wine. You two are welcome to try it." He then poured in two bottles of cultivated ginseng roots and stirred it to help the flavors meld.
"Enjoy your meal, gentlemen!"
Lee Ji-eun then took off her mask, slightly raised the brim of her hat, and took a sip of chicken soup. "Daebak, it's really delicious."
Lin Yuan also tried a bite, and well... it had a slightly bitter taste.
As for the glutinous rice, ginseng, garlic, and other ingredients wrapped inside the chicken, he thought it was alright. At least in a culinary wasteland like South Korea, a long-established business that can come up with such a creative idea must have something special.