The last week before the elimination match passed by in an instant.
On the fourteenth day of the Crosson Show, Wu Jin prepared two days’ worth of food for the rabbit, then closed the door to the dormitory behind him.
Outside the South Tower dormitory, the helicopters responsible for transporting the contestants to the match were parked in an open space. The crew was doing a final pre-match inventory check.
Wu Jin felt very emotional when he changed into his combat gear.
The last time he had been herded onto a plane––he had thought he was applying for a c-position debut in a boy group…
The Crosson Show’s combat uniform was a pale green. It was originally very suitable for camouflage in the wilderness, but a variety of advertisements that ranged from large to small, based on the business sponsorship fees, were printed from the collar down to the waistline and trouser legs.
Five hundred trainees dressed in the same clothing gathered together and looked like a sea of colors from the distance.
Only now were the voting rankings from the show’s first broadcast finally released, and the final decision made for the trainees’ order of entry into the match grounds.
––Wei Yan, as the only S-level trainee, ranked first. Thin Fire’s and Wu Jin’s vote counts were similar, and Thin Fire won second place only by a narrow margin.
The camera swept over the White Moonlight team, and Caesar struggled to paste on a sincere smile of goodwill. Immediately after it shifted away, he cried out in indignation, “How much money did Silver Thread Roll throw onto Thin Fire? Ad.s of him are everywhere when I scroll through Star Blog…”
At the front of the crowd, Thin Fire was currently deepening his voice and interacting with the camera. Wu Jin suddenly realized that he seemed to have never heard this roommate of his––use anything other than his ‘male god’ voice to speak.
The burden of being an idol was so heavy!
On the other side, Zoe was chatting with Wen Lin in a low voice. He was frowning slightly as he looked back towards the broadcast station some distance away, “The commentators this time… That one is from the League and has always disliked White Moonlight.”
Wu Jin followed Zoe’s line of sight and saw someone with long hair and wearing sunglasses next to Blood Pigeon.
Caesar was taller, and his gaze latched onto the man immediately. He exclaimed in surprise, “My god, Axel? That man’s words have always been coarse––why would they invite him over?”
Zoe mused, “For the sake of having a hot discussion topic, probably. No need to concern ourselves over him. We’ll play as usual…” Following that, he seemed to suddenly think of something and looked at Wu Jin.
The first round of the elimination match was a personal competition where players would enter the match grounds at random points according to their order of entry. Compared to the stable Caesar and Wen Lin, he was more worried about Wu Jin.
Wu Jin’s advantage lay in his performance in front of the camera, but the power to control the camera lay in the commentators’ hands. If Axel continued to pick on White Moonlight, as per usual, Wu Jin’s votes would likely fall during the second period.
At ten o’clock in the evening, the roar of the helicopter engine rang out.
“Little Witch.” Before entering the match, Zoe gave him a big hug, “Be careful, work hard!”
Wu Jin’s eyes curved as he nodded.
According to the vote rankings, the first batch of people to land in the competition field would be the three trainees at the top of the rankings.
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Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!
Science Fiction-for offline purposes only - Book 1 Synopsis: Wu Jin, as a trainee from a certain entertainment company, had a peerless, stunning face. He was qualified to debut as a lead performer even if he just sat there and did nothing. After signing up for a...
