After Transmigrating Into An Idol Talent Show

Who did Qin Lu choose?

He did not choose any of the seven teammates present, but chose someone who no one expected.

Even the assistant director didn't know who this person was when he saw the photo. The assistant director who recorded the whole process had an impression of most of the trainees who performed brilliantly, but the boy in the photo looked ordinary, and after searching for a long time, he could not recall this person.

Qin Lu said: "choose him for both options."

When the assistant director asked him the reason, Qin Lu didn't say why to the camera, but just smiled.

The night before, when Qin Lu was the last to leave the practice room, he inadvertently saw a boy in the training uniform of class F running a lap in the square through the window. Seemingly tired, he took a few breaths on his knees, and didn't move for a long time.

After a while, he squatted down slowly.

The pressure was too great, and the trainees were emotionally broken but did not dare to be exposed to the camera, so they could only vent out for a while in the middle of the night. But when everything is quiet, it doesn't seem to be any better.

Qin Lu watched him from a distance for a while without disturbing him, and the other party didn't know that he was just being seen.

Voting is anonymous, and when the number of votes is announced, he will only know that someone voted for him, but not who it is.

It doesn't seem to make any sense, but I might feel a little better in my heart.

Qin Lu looked at his teammates curiously, blinked and smiled and tilted his head: "I voted for myself, it should be fine, right?"

Han Suyan's stiff expression suddenly relaxed as usual. He nodded as he should have said, "Of course."

"It's alright, it's fine!" Su Qinglan revived with full blood and instantly became happy. He looked at Han Suyan, who had returned to his normal expression, and made a face.

"Ji Yan."

When producer Cui Zhihao read the last trainee with the votes, the F class student whose name was named raised his head in a daze, and the originally dull eyes gradually lit up little by little.

Someone, chose him?

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On the fourth day of practice time, everyone knew that the next day was the day when the first overall ranking was announced, which also meant that some people would be eliminated and left.

Therefore, during the daytime practice, it will inevitably be affected and unable to concentrate fully. The people from Class A and Class B are not bad. The trainees at the bottom of the ranking are wondering if tonight will be their last night on the show.

In fact, it seems that the days of staying in the training base for collective training have not been long, but it seems that it has been a long time since everyone was completely unfamiliar to gradually familiar.

Probably the easiest way to promote feelings is to practice together. When the practice is not good, we help each other. Everyone always has something they are better at or less good at. After a period of time, not only are they worried that they will be eliminated, but also some friends who are reluctant to leave the practice of getting up early and going to bed late.

Maybe even if I leave here, the days of dancing and singing together, encouraging and supporting each other, will still be remembered for a long time because of its precious beauty.

After training that night, people from each dormitory gathered in the very empty assembly hall where everything started, playing games and chatting together.

No one said it was a farewell party, everyone seemed relaxed and happy, and there was no mention of saying goodbye to many people tomorrow.

Life is short, and you have to experience many partings in a lifetime. No one can accompany you all the time. Parents will grow old, and the best classmates will gradually go their separate ways. As long as it is precious, it is often difficult to last.

But all regrets are experiences that growing up is bound to embrace.

As long as you look forward, the sentimentality will gradually dissipate with another new encounter, but every time you are experiencing is still worth cherishing. Life is a constant rush forward, there are sacrifices and gains, one journey after another.

There are many trainees, and those who play well will be divided into several groups. If you want to change to another group, you can rotate freely.

Originally, if there are a lot of people, you can play card games like UNO, but because all the luggage that is not related to the recording program has been temporarily taken away, you can only play it temporarily with limited resources empty-handed.

There are not many creative games. Without props, one group of people is playing Werewolf, another group is playing Truth or Dare, and Qin Lu's group is telling ghost stories.

Feeling the clothes being pulled tight, Qin Lu lowered his head slightly, with a slight smile in his eyes.

The little curly head is as big as a bucket. He has a few big characters written all over his face, "Is this messing with me?" and he muttered in a low voice: "God bless me, never have nightmares tonight."

Han Suyan on the left gave him a cold look and commented very unsympathetically: "You think too much, this is not within the scope of God's business."

He paused, stared at Su Qinglan's hand that was holding Qin Lu, and said lightly, "Also, Qin Lu is not a god, so what's the use of pulling him."

Su Qinglan was too lazy to pay attention to him, and waved his hand randomly and said, "You don't understand... Qin Lu is very reliable. Anyway, it's different from you!"

Han Suyan tilted her head with her arms on her knees, her beautiful eyes drooped down, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow.

Now it's Fan Xi's turn. The second generation of hot pot rich is well-deserved. Telling ghost stories is also a ghost who likes to eat hot pot——

Fan Xi’s brows were full of excitement and passion: “If there is a place called Shilipu, some people can always feel that the chopsticks are gradually becoming heavy when they eat hot pot. The red soup that rolls when simmering hot pot is like Chi Lian in the boundless hell. In the sea of ​​fire, the beef turns from red to white when it is placed in the pot, and the blood-soaked meat slices emit a strange meat fragrance after being scalded.

"Stop!!" Nan Xiao interrupted him with a paralyzed face, still insisting on complaining despite Fan Xi's dissatisfied expression, "Are you talking about **** on the tip of your tongue, or are you talking about the food of a starving ghost? Do you really love hot pot? I still hate hot pot, but I couldn’t tell the difference for a while. If you finish the story, can I still have a good meal of hot pot in the future??”

Fan Xi snorted twice and pouted, "Qin Lu said, you can't."

Nan Xiao looked at him suspiciously: "...?"

Qin Lu lowered his head and smiled, he probably knew what Fan Xi was going to say.

I saw Fan Xi solemnly but gloating over the misfortune: "It's still possible to have free lunch. If you want to debut, you don't have to think about the freedom of hot pot. If you don't want to recite the calorie table when you want to eat, just listen to me and tell this story. Finished!"

Nan Xiao: "...Okay."

Damn, he remembered the days before the show when he ate boiled chicken breast and boiled broccoli every day.

Let Fan Xi speak, it seems to be helpful to drop a little psychological shadow.

For everyone else, this night was unfulfilled and wished to extend the time, but for Su Qinglan, it was like a year.

Fortunately, there is Qin Lu.

By the time everyone finished with joy and disappointment, one side of Qin Lu's training uniform was already wrinkled.

Facing the pale face of the little curly hair, Qin Lu thought about it and said, "I don't know if God will bless you."

Su Qinglan looked nervous, and saw that the black-haired trainee had bright eyes and said something very reassuring: "But if you have nightmares, you can come to me."

The little curly hair was moved and wanted to give Qin Lu a bear hug, but Hengli slapped him on the forehead with a hand, preventing him from moving forward.

Liao Junchen looked at him lightly: "You can also come to me."

Su Qinglan: "...Uh, no, thank you Captain."

The happy night passed quickly, and when the sky lit up again, it was the day when the first overall ranking was announced.

When the trainees came to the studio for the second time to record the first stage of the initial rating, their mood was completely different from the ignorance, excitement and expectation at the beginning.

Some people are so nervous that they can't breathe, some people are meditating on God's blessing, and some people have calmed down and fully accept the result.

The trainees who are strong and confident in themselves have even been looking forward to this day, so that they can know their popularity in the most direct way.

The last time they came, they sat on the pyramid-shaped stepped seats, stepping into the hall of dreams for the first time with fantasies and anticipation.

This time, the number of stepped seats has been visibly reduced. Each seat with different levels has a number label attached in advance. The trainees are sitting opposite the pyramid, waiting for the first decision to go, stay and fate. The votes are announced.

Or leave, or survive, or step to the top step by step, sitting on the top of the pyramid.

The trainees, who were originally just apprehensive, suddenly became a little excited when they actually entered the studio again and saw the reduced stepped seats.

I could even hear my heart beating faster and harder.

Bang, bang, bang.

There is only one purpose for everyone to come here—

Debut!

Break through the siege from the ninety-nine trainees, step by step up the golden steps, and become one of the last nine people to form a group. Keep the stage that everyone dreams of owning, have the brightest and most dazzling lights, and let thousands of fans shout their names in the audience.

To look up from the dark practice room, to the bright place.

After the theme song, the trainees who put on the uniform white uniform again took their seats according to the company's distribution under the guidance of the staff. Producer Cui Zhihao was late, and the students who were still chatting and distracting their attention suddenly became quiet.

"Long time no see everyone." Actually, it didn't take long, but Cui Zhihao was busy with his work, so it seemed strange to see these trainees again.

The trainees bowed and smiled and said, "Mr. Cui, we miss you very much."

Cui Zhihao pretended to be satisfied and nodded: "Well, very discerning."

The atmosphere was a little more relaxed.

But then, producer Cui Zhihao suddenly cut to the point and said sternly: "Everyone knows, what is the process for us to come here again today?"

The boys who were seated heard a few "knowing" sounds one after another.

Producer Cui Zhihao smiled and nodded: "Yes, the results of the first audience producer vote will be announced soon."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Lu was a personal trainee, so he didn't sit with his teammates. He was sitting in the corner of the first row, surrounded by two relatively unfamiliar trainees, who only politely greeted each other without much communication.

At this point in time, everyone was in no mood to talk.

The eyes of all the trainees fell on the producer Cui Zhihao. Since entering the training base, everyone has cut off contact with the outside world. Without the Internet, naturally there is no way to know what kind of popularity they will have.

Can only guess. According to the date, the first episode should have already aired.

Instructor Yao Chen mentioned it yesterday, and tomorrow the program team will arrange for everyone to watch the first episode of the program together. As a reward activity, it is also for those who stay.

How many lenses and how they perform.

At that time, those who left can only go home and watch it on the computer as an audience.

Now, it is the first and most important node, the result of which can change the fate of every trainee.

Producer Cui Zhihao smiled slightly: "Then the first to be announced will be the 63rd to 54th."