All the contestants who signed up for "Future Superstar" are concentrated in one hall.

Liang Yi and three other examiners walked into their respective assessment rooms through the hall.

Feng Lin followed Liang Yi in front and looked around. The hall was filled with people, at least two or three hundred people, all of whom were young and beautiful girls in their 100-20-year-olds.

As the examiners from the third team entered their assessment room, the girls in the hall who were so nervous that they held their breath and were not breathing were turbulent, and they were communicating in private.

"That's Liang Yi, her aura is really strong. I felt a little scared when I saw her. The real person is as beautiful as on the TV."

"Is the one who walks beside Liang Yi Feng Lin? He is the deputy examiner of Liang Yi team? I like his songs very much? So, I will have the chance to get his guidance in the future."

"That's Mei Yingwen, it's really handsome. I want to choose his team."

"Wan Zhibin is so handsome. His bad smile is simply fascinating."

In a corner of the hall, three girls were also whispering to discuss the examiners in each group.

"Xiaolu, which channel are you going to take the assessment?" A tall, curvy girl with short hair whispered to the girl next to her who looked very young and a little timid.

The short-haired girl is named Luo Xiaoli. She is 24 years old this year. She is the oldest in this small team of three people and the head of the big sister among them.

The girl who looks a little timid is named Wang Lu, 17 years old and is still in high school.

Another girl with long hair and a quiet appearance is Zhu Linglin, who is 20 years old and is a student at the Conservatory of Music.

The three of them were in the same competition area during the audition, so they met each other. Now when the official recording was officially recorded, they met again and naturally formed a small team.

Wang Lu whispered: "I don't know, everyone looks very powerful, I'm very nervous now."

Luo Xiaoli analyzed: "Liang Yi is an actor. She should pay more attention to her personal typhoon and temperament. Mei Yingwen sings better, so his assessment should be more biased towards singing skills, and Wan Zhibin's selection should be more biased towards dancing."

Luo Xiaoli's analysis was very pertinent, and most of the contestants on the scene actually had their own tendencies.

Zhu Linglin interjected, "But the helper Liang Yi invited was Feng Lin. He sang so well, so he should have high requirements for the contestants' singing skills."

Luo Xiaoli frowned and said, "That's possible. Liang Yi specially invited Feng Lin to help, and I'm afraid he will attach great importance to his opinions."

After hearing the two of them analyze this, Wang Lu's mind became even more confused.

Just as everyone was still struggling with which team to choose, the radio in the hall rang.

"This assessment is divided into three channels, each channel has twelve promotion quotas. Please select the assessment channel by yourself. After each channel determines the twelve quotas, you will close it by yourself. The assessment channel is now officially opened."

A cold voice came from the radio in the hall.

The selection rules program team had already explained to the contestants that everyone was mentally prepared, but at this time, when they heard a cold voice coming from the radio, many people still felt a little at a loss.

"Come and wait and queue up to get the license plate. It's too late. If the examiner selects enough people, the passage will be closed." Luo Xiaoli stood up and urged Zhu Linglin and Wang Lu.

Although there are very few such possibilities, we have to consider it. Moreover, there are many people participating in the assessment. After the assessment is carried out, the examiner will be mentally exhausted and will no longer be as careful as the previous assessment.

"Look for the assessment channel you like." After saying that, Luo Xiaoli squeezed towards Liang Yi's assessment channel.

Zhu Linglin also followed Luo Xiaoli to the middle passage.

Wang Lu hesitated for a moment and followed Luo Xiaoli and Zhu Linglin to the assessment channel in the middle.

Luo Xiaoli squeezed into the team and stood there. She occupied a very good position. There were about twenty or thirty people in front, neither too far ahead nor too far behind. Let the twenty or thirty people in front go to explore the road first, understand the scoring standards of the assessment, and give herself a clear idea, and not waiting for the examiner to be aesthetically tired.

After standing in place, Luo Xiaoli turned around and looked behind her and saw that Zhu Linglin was actually Zhu Linglin. The two positions behind Zhu Linglin were not Wang Lu, who was standing?

"You guys, too, choose Liang Yi's channel?" Luo Xiaoli asked in surprise. She thought Zhu Linglin would choose Mei Yingwen's channel. Before that, Zhu Linglin said more than once that she likes Mei Yingwen very much.

I guess he remembered what he had said before, and Zhu Linglin said shyly: "Compared to Mei Yingwen, I still prefer Feng Lin a little more."

Luo Xiaoli opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. Your position is too unstable.

It seems that she has no right to talk about her position. Yesterday she said she wanted to choose Wan Zhibin? As a result, she immediately turned to Liang Yi's passage when she saw Feng Lin.

Feeling Zhu Linglin's gaze, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Maybe because there was a common idol in the middle, the two felt that they were much closer. Although they were a small group before, they were only a little more familiar with each other than others, and they were still guarding against each other.

"Xiaolu, what about you? Why do you choose Liang Yi as an assessment channel?" Luo Xiaoli turned to Wang Lu behind her again.

"Actually, I am also a fan of Brother Feng Lin, the kind of iron." Wang Lu said weakly.

Because in "Longing", Zhuang Hongye has always called Brother Feng Lin, so his fans call him more intimately, calling Brother Feng Lin.

Those who usually call Brother Feng Lin are all fans of Feng Lin, and most of them are girls.

Some big guys who sting their feet also called Brother Feng Lin? Those are all fake, and Feng Lin will never admit it.

As for those who call advertising forests and salted fish experts, they are all fake fans.

"Oh~, Xiaolu, Xiaolu, I can't tell, you are still hiding very deeply." Luo Xiaoli and Zhu Linglin joked together Wang Lu.

Wang Lu blushed and whispered: "Aren't you the same?"

"You are also coming for Feng Lin?" A girl with a wavy curl standing behind Zhu Linglin and a convex figure interrupted and asked when she heard the chat between the three of them.

"So are you?" Luo Xiaoli asked curiously.

"We are both, we both like Feng Lin very much." She also pulled the girl behind her. "We originally planned to choose Mei Yingwen, but now when we see Feng Lin, we ran to this passage."
Chapter completed!