After Transmigrating Into An Idol Talent Show

Chapter 29

The first name is about to be pronounced, and the trainees don't know whether they want to be pronounced sooner or later.

If you say it earlier, at least it means that you will not be eliminated, you can breathe a sigh of relief immediately, and you will not have to worry about it all the time. But if it is later, you can also expect to imagine that you can have a higher ranking, that is, you can be one step closer to your debut.

Two kinds of thoughts have been circling in their minds, and the trainees are struggling with anticipation, looking at the hand card held by producer Cui Zhihao with burning eyes.

It seems that I can't wait to be able to penetrate that thin card and directly see the ranking of myself and others.

The most unlucky trainee is probably the 64th-ranked trainee. This breath has to be hanged all the time. If you can't let it go, you can't lift it up. Even if you cry on the spot, everyone can understand.

It's too frustrating, and it's not much worse than the day when the college entrance examination results were released.

After all, it was just the beginning. Producer Cui Zhihao didn't sell too long, and smiled and read out to everyone's eyes: "The sixty-third trainee, the number of votes cast by the audience producer is... 35,600. Zero and one vote."

The trainees' eyes are bright and their hearts are surging.

The last place also has more than 30,000 votes! This is the first episode that just aired.

Cui Zhihao said, "Congratulations to Wen Ziqian, a trainee from Wenhua Media!"

This is a name that is relatively unfamiliar to the upper-level trainees. Class D, which has been rated on the lower side both times, is not very impressive in strength, but has a good personality.

The point is that he looks pretty handsome, and he is the kind of pure and innocent type that is easy to make people feel good about.

Wen Ziqian was almost completely dazed when he was the first to read his name. His legs were a little weak, and he felt a little dizzy. He sat still for a few seconds before standing up.

He was a little overwhelmed, and a great sense of happiness surrounded him, making him feel like a dream.

Everyone around him was congratulating him. Wen Ziqian could see the envy in his teammates' eyes and stammered: "Thank you teacher, thank you for the audience who voted for me!"

Cui Zhihao looked at him gently, raised his hand and greeted him to the microphone that was already standing in the center of the stage: "I didn't say it there, come to the stage and say your testimonial."

The handsome boy came to the stage with hands and feet, but no one laughed at him, only envy and blessing.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see countless cameras following him, only falling on him in a short period of time: "Ah," he swallowed his nervous heartbeat and calmed his breath. "Thank you to the audience and producers for voting for me... I'm very weak, I know very well, thank you, thank you for seeing me... In fact, I already packed my bags, I thought I was going to go straight home tonight."

Wen Ziqian's eyes were a little red. He used to watch the show and always wondered whether those people who cried all the time were acting, but only after he really experienced it, he could understand that sometimes it was just simply uncontrollable.

Happy and sad, dazed and full of hope. In the past, only he knew that he was heading in a certain direction, but from now on, this road is no longer lonely, and it is no longer his business alone.