Becoming a Global Superstar Starting as an Idol Trainee

Boom!

Boom!

There was a knock on the door, and Chen Minhao woke up from his dream.

He glanced at the morning light outside the window, turned over and sat up with a slightly confused head:

"Who is it?"

What time is it? I glanced at my phone and it turned out that it was almost 10 o'clock. It seems that cleaning the room and sorting out the title of the earth song yesterday was indeed too late, and I was still sleepy even after sleeping until 10 o'clock.

"Express delivery." A calm male voice answered at the door.

Chen Minhao's brain suddenly woke up, and he was even a little excited.

Once the recorder and storage device arrive, the second stage of my plan can be implemented.

Although the original owner is an artist trainee, he doesn't know any musical instruments, let alone music theory. And at my own level, I can only play the guitar at the university's welcome party. It is impossible to sort out the scores of all the songs in my memory.

But if you don't sort it out, it will be gradually forgotten as time goes by.

Snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths.

Chen Minhao bought a recording pen and a mobile hard drive online yesterday, planning to sing all the songs in his head and record them, and store them in the mobile hard drive for cold storage. After I have learned enough music theory knowledge, I will organize it into a score.

In order to avoid omissions in the organized songs and ensure the integrity of the memory export, Chen Minhao used some techniques in the MECE classification rules to organize the songs last night:

First, list the song classification dimensions and classification elements as exhaustively as possible. By singer type: male singer, female singer, group. Language by song: Mandarin, Cantonese, English. By song genre: Rock, Folk, Pop, Ethnic, School, Children.

Then arrange and combine these classified elements in an orderly manner, and use it as a limiting condition to recall the name of the song. This operation is indeed troublesome and time-consuming, but it can ensure that the songs in the mind are sorted out as much as possible.

Chen Minhao took the trouble to sing and record the songs one by one according to the compiled list, and then transferred them to the mobile hard disk for cold storage, and destroyed the recording pen.

This external hard drive is the best encrypted in his budget.

After this was completed, there was still some time before Friday, so he decided to simply sort out the classic movie plots and TV plots in his memory.

Although he knows that the plot seen by the audience is quite different from the script of the movie, but he understands better that it is better to have more skills than to have nothing.

Chen Minhao looked down at the mobile hard drive in his hand, thinking that this was the only connection between him and his previous life.

Then I realized that it was bought with the last balance of the original owner's bank card.

No time to feel sorry for yourself, you must find a way to make money. In the modern commodity society, money is a necessity in life!

With money, I can take a taxi instead of walking home under the scorching sun.

Due to the timing of the establishment of Shenmeng, there is still a big gap compared with the first-tier entertainment companies. Even so, there are 14 artists under its umbrella, excluding the undebuted trainees, which means that Shenmeng Company occupies a large area. In a building, the 6th to 14th floors are all Shenmeng.

In the last phone call, Wu Xiaoshuang only said that she would come to the company at 10:00 am on Friday, but she didn't say where in the company. Called once last night, and again this morning, but no answer.

Chen Minhao had no choice but to sit and wait at the gate of Kang Hui's office, after all Wu Xiaoshuang was Kang Hui's assistant.

At 9:30 on Friday morning, Chen Minhao was squatting in front of Kanghui's office on the 12th floor, with buns in his left hand and soybean milk in his right.

"Didn't you tell me to wait for me on the eighth floor?" Looking at the bewildered young man in front of him, Kang Hui had a guess in his heart, and then added: "Go to the third practice room on the eighth floor and wait for me."

"Okay." As soon as Kang Hui finished speaking, Chen Minhao immediately got up and prepared to walk to the elevator in response.

Kang Hui pursed his lips in a beautiful arc and asked, "Aren't you going to ask me what I want you to do in practice room No. 3 on the eighth floor?"

Chen Minhao turned his head to look at Kang Hui, and pondered: "Sister Kang, if you think I should know, then you will naturally tell me. If you don't tell me, it means that I don't need to know now, so I don't need to ask."

Kang Hui nodded in satisfaction. She likes obedient artists who can do whatever they want, because she believes that the decisions she makes for the other party must be the most efficient and beneficial.

Chen Minhao pushed open the door of No. 3 practice room with his body, and Takashima and another trainee, Zhou Mingrui, were already sitting on the floor inside.

Zhou Mingrui is 21 years old this year. He has a good voice and singing skills. He is slightly fat and may be older. He has always been a caregiver among the trainees.

Shenmeng's three-person boy group trainee selection interview is over, and now the three trainees are summoned to a practice room, the intention is self-evident. However, the three of them tacitly did not pierce the piece of paper.

When the two saw that it was Chen Minhao who came in, they both showed joy.

Takashima is because Chen Minhao's dance ability is not as good as his own, and he can't shake his position as a dancer.

Zhou Mingrui's vocal trainee is the strongest in Shenmeng. No matter who comes, it will be difficult to shake his position in charge of singing and writing. The reason why he is happy is that Chen Minhao is his brother and sister in the acting class, and the two have the same level of acting skills , quite a feeling of sympathy.

Chen Minhao knew very well that the group of three was probably just a springboard for him, and this springboard could take him to the next destination like a train. But the train also has standing tickets and soft sleepers!

Referring to the memory of the original owner: the two have certain strengths, but their personalities are not created in heaven. The car I currently take should be regarded as a hard sleeper.

Chen Minhao took a few steps forward, said hello, and continued to sit down and eat the buns.

Takashima looked at the buns in Chen Minhao's hands and said with a smile, "As the young owner of the bun shop, don't you get tired of eating buns every day?"

The corner of Chen Minhao's mouth twitched: "There are many flavors of steamed stuffed buns. I eat them for seven days from Monday to Sunday without repeating the same."

When it came to the steamed bun shop, he suddenly recalled what his father said in the video before—it’s better to come back and learn how to make steamed stuffed buns with me, there are hundreds of thousands a year.

Takashima smiled and said, "After you said you became popular, will your bun shop become an internet celebrity bun shop because of you?"

Chen Minhao cast a glance at Takashima: "I am famous and rich, so I must let them close the steamed stuffed bun shop and travel around the world to enjoy happiness."

Chen Minhao felt that he had taken the body of someone else's son, so he had to give something back, otherwise he would feel bad about it.

Zhou Mingrui, who had remained silent all this time, asked eagerly, "What do you guys think of being popular?"

Chen Minhao replied solemnly: "For prawns, when they are red, they are cooked and ready to eat."

After finishing speaking, Gao Dao and Zhou Mingrui rolled their eyes.

Zhou Mingrui looked at Chen Minhao suspiciously: "You always talk about eating, and you eat a lot in the cafeteria, but why aren't you fat?"

Chen Minhao took a look at Zhou Mingrui's figure. As an ordinary youth, he was of a normal figure. But as an artist, it is indeed a bit fat.

Chen Minhao stretched his body forward, lowered his voice and said, "I have a unique secret to teach you. First swing your head to the left, then to the right. Then swing your head to the left first, then to the right. Repeat this three to five times. "

"Can you lose weight just like this?" Zhou Mingrui's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Whenever someone invites you to eat, you can definitely lose weight by doing this action."

Takashima sat upright, and couldn't hide his joy and said, "Don't be kidding. Be serious. After you become popular, you will be happy every day! Every time you get off the plane, many people will pick you up. Tens of thousands of fans replied, the announcements couldn’t run out, and the balance of the bank card biubiu went up.”

Zhou Mingrui frowned and said seriously, "I'm so busy every day, I don't have time to spend money, so what should I do?"

Gao Dao pushed him forward and said, "You can't spend it, so give me the money when the time comes, and I will spend it for you."

Zhou Mingrui frowned again and said, "You said what if we don't get popular and get confused?"

Takashima locked Zhou Mingrui's throat, and said in a vicious tone, "Crow's mouth, don't talk nonsense!"

Chen Minhao said subconsciously: "Then I'll go back to Anxin and be the young boss of my bun shop."

As soon as the words were finished, the door of practice room No. 3 was suddenly opened. After seeing the person coming, the three teenagers stood up: "Hello, Sister Kang."

Kang Hui walked in slowly, and said slightly: "Good morning, no more nonsense, congratulations to the three of you, you will join a group to participate in the show of artist trainees."

Hearing Kang Hui's declaration, Chen Minhao, who was mentally prepared, was still very excited, feeling every cell in his body beating. After all, my first small goal after time travel—to join the three-person group and participate in "Artist Trainee" has come true.

Looking at the cheering teenagers in front of him, Kang Hui also showed a sincere smile: "I will be the manager of your team in the future, and we have a happy cooperation. Let's go to dinner together, and I will treat you to a big meal."

Today is the realization of the protagonist's small goal, and it is also the realization of my small goal: I received the signed website short yesterday!

Thank you for reading my book! Special thanks to CQ Liang, Saibei Scholar, Don’t Eat Tobacco, and the friends of the writer group who gave me encouragement, as well as Coke, who signed the contract and gave me guidance on plot ideas!

But just like Coke said, this is only the first step in the long march.

No matter what your grades are, as long as you can type with both hands, you will never be eunuchs, keep updating about 3000 words, and add updates from time to time. The future will be more exciting, please rest assured to collect!

This book is still a young seedling. For it, encouragement is sunshine, and complaints are rain. Sunshine and rain allow young seedlings to thrive into young seedlings.