32 Chapter 32

In the end, the "water-balancing master" little sister really couldn't make a decision, and it was the eldest brother who couldn't bear it and voted for her, finally ending this sweet trouble.

"Five, four, three, two, one! The voting time is over!" As Ning Shu's countdown stopped, the number of votes that had been rising continuously finally stabilized. Everyone stared at the result on the big screen with bated breath in silence. The two girl groups in the center of the stage were even more fidgety. Their faces were tense and beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads.

"The winner of this game is--" Ning Shu deliberately prolonged his voice.

Outside the screen, the audience, no matter who they supported, leaned forward unconsciously. Wang Zhicai swallowed nervously and prayed in his heart to all the immortals he had worshipped and not worshipped. He had never been so nervous when he competed with others in the past.

Please, don't let Miss Shangguan's efforts go to waste. Give everyone a miracle...

"——Shangguan Huaijin and her teammates!"

As the contestants turned around, the camera finally turned to the big screen showing the votes. Shangguan Huaijin's team defeated their opponents with a narrow margin of seven votes and won the competition.

"Great!" Wang Zhicai slapped his thigh, feeling refreshed. "Our efforts have not been in vain! Miss Shangguan's efforts have also not been in vain!"

This feeling of victory was particularly addictive for him, who had accomplished nothing. This sense of participation was as if the glory on the stage was won by him and Miss Shangguan together.

"We won! We won!"

"Haha! All our previous conversations and hard work were well worth it!"

The young men in the box hugged each other and cheered in celebration, and the sound penetrated the soundproof box and was carried far away.

Compared to the cheering of Shangguan Huaijin's fans, fans of Xiao Lihua were dejected, with some monks even slapping their thighs in anger:

"Damn it! Damn it! It could be seventy votes, seven hundred votes! Why seven votes? It's only seven votes!"

If we try harder and mobilize other viewers, maybe we can win! Who can accept being eliminated by seven votes?

Zhang Daoquan, standing nearby, looked at those who were beating their chests and stamping their feet with sympathy. He couldn't help but reach out and gently pat the shoulder of a cultivator next to him: "Fellow Daoist, I understand. I know exactly how you feel!"

If that prodigal son hadn't cheated, our Pianpian wouldn't have been ranked second by three votes.

On the big screen, the camera focused on Xiao Lihua and her teammates. The girls' bright makeup had not yet faded, and their eyes were red when they looked up at the number of votes. Some of them couldn't help crying, and their thin bodies trembled slightly as they lay on their companions' shoulders.

Ning Shu handed the microphone to Xiao Lihua, the team leader: "Do you have anything else to say to everyone?"

Little Lihua's face was still stained with the blush of a drunken imperial concubine. She waved at the camera and smiled brightly:

"Thank you sisters for your hard work these days, and thank you all for your support. In fact, the number of votes I received today has far exceeded my expectations, and I have no regrets.

I just failed to live up to the expectations of my teammates and the audience. I am really... very sorry..."

At this point, Xiao Lihua's always bright smile finally cracked. She quickly turned her head and wiped her face. When she turned back, the rouge at the corners of her eyes was as bright red as a flower:

"No matter what the outcome, I will keep singing. Didn't the lyrics of our show also say it? Where I bloom is the most dazzling stage!"

It was truly a perfect farewell declaration, both endearing and positive. Ning Shu bet that these words must have brought tears to many drama fans' eyes.

"Okay! Next, let's welcome our last match! Ye Baobao vs. Bailing!" After interviewing Xiao Lihua, Ning Shu quickly brought the curtain down for the next competition. Lively and cheerful music sounded on the stage, and led by Ye Baobao, the girls all walked onto the stage one by one.

Different from other groups where the lights always dimmed first and then suddenly lowered, the stage of Ye Baobao's group gave people a very relaxed feeling from the beginning. The girls were all wearing ordinary girlish dresses, and the sight of them catching butterflies and playing with flowers was joyful.

This was the strategy Ning Shu had decided upon after fully considering the various conditions of Ye Baobao and other team members. The contestants in this group were not as charming as Liu Pianpian, not as elegant as Shangguan Huaijin, and did not have amazing talents like Xiao Lihua and her group. So after much thought, they could only focus on Ye Baobao's own attractive qualities - a lively and youthful beautiful girl.

A girl's feelings are always poetic, and a girl with rosy cheeks is of course a charming beauty.

"The swing swings, swings, swings through time,

I stood on tiptoe and looked, looked, looked, but I couldn't see your face.

Baby Ye hummed softly as she swung higher and higher on the swing, tiptoeing lively, and even flew lightly around the rope on one side. The girls dancing around her imitated flowers and plants blown by the wind, bending their soft waists and swaying gently.

"The spring wind blew over and before I could put on my rouge makeup,

When will the letters I sent, like the swallows flying south, return home?"

The cheerful singing tinged the endless waiting with the sweetness of youth, and the audience, who had just been feeling emotionally moved, felt much happier.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and the sound of a door opening was heard on the stage, as if a visitor really came here in a hurry. The girl who was humming a song just now suddenly jumped off the swing with a blushing cheek. Even the girls who were dancing with her became busy. The dance moves suddenly accelerated, and the drum beats were like the pounding heartbeats.

Many audience members couldn't help but smile as they watched the girl jumping around on the stage even though she was flustered.

Baby Ye danced lightly and quickly as if she was about to run off the stage, but she stopped just before running away, looked back secretly with a blushing face, pretending to be admiring a blooming flower.

She walked away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, only to smell the green plums.

Even after the performance, the relaxed expressions on the audience's faces remained. Although there was no male lead on the stage, they felt as sweet as if they were in a love affair. Some of them even had a silly smile on their faces.

"Oh! Quite, quite adorable, this little girl..."

"I wish I had a daughter as lovable as this..."

"Why a daughter? Wouldn't it be nice to be her lover?"

"Are you crazy? I've told you so many times that they are from the Hehuan Sect!"

"Aren't you sitting here too? Why are you saying that to me?"

This stage style, which is completely different from that of the previous contestants, easily won the favor of many monks. Both boyfriend fans and mother fans were successfully attracted by Ye Baobao.

The team of another contestant, Bai Ling, focused on their singing. Although the stage effect was not a failure, it was mediocre in comparison. Perhaps she was better than Ye Baobao in terms of skills, but her performance on stage was disappointing.

Therefore, the result of the competition was also beyond doubt. Looking at Baby Ye standing on the stage hugging and cheering with his teammates, Zixiao smiled with a sigh and said:

"If she had faced Liu Pianpian, Shangguan Huaijin, or Xiao Lihua in this competition, the result would be hard to predict. But she happened to run into Bai Ling, who performed so well. Sometimes I really doubt whether her heirloom is really useful."

"Well, although from a metaphysical point of view it's just an ordinary wood carving, who can say for sure about luck?" Ning Shu spread his hands helplessly: "After all, isn't there a saying? Girls who love to laugh will never have bad luck."

Now that the winner had been decided, Ning Shu walked back to the stage, holding the microphone. The winning team and the losing team stood on either side of her. Ning Shu waved to the audience outside the camera:

"Thank you all for your strong support of this program. Now that the winner has been decided, let me announce the elimination rules for this round!"

Eh? Didn't the losing team get eliminated? The audience and contestants all looked surprised.

"Are you eliminated immediately after failing once? That's unfair to many outstanding players, and there will also be cases where players win easily because their teammates are strong, right?" As if knowing what the audience and players were thinking, Ning Shu directly rejected their idea and announced a new elimination mechanism:

"But the winning team can't go without any reward, otherwise this competition would be meaningless. So after discussing with the elders, we've decided to give each winning contestant an additional 5,000 votes!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the large screen behind her that had been counting the votes lit up again. The names of the forty contestants were neatly arranged on it. The number of votes after the names of all the winners was 5,000, while the number of votes after the losers was zero.

"I'm sure everyone has guessed it! That's right, our competition mechanism this time is still a voting competition! There will be a ballot attached to the back of the Hehuan magazine that will be issued tomorrow. Fellow Taoists, you can vote for the contestant you support, and the contestants with the lowest votes will be eliminated! The road to immortality will temporarily end at the level of outer disciples!"

After Ning Shu finished explaining the rules, she pointed to the empty seats on one side. Half of the six rows of seats had disappeared without a trace. She winked slyly at the big screen:

"The top three contestants in popularity ranking will still have the right to sit on the throne and choose their teammates first in the next round. Fellow Daoists, please vote for your favorite contestant!

Of course, please be mindful of your consumption, as we at Hehuan Sect do not accept refund requests for any reason~"

Accompanied by the cheerful and lighthearted theme song, the talent show finally came to an end. The audience in front of the screen was silent for a while, looking at each other. Finally, Heng Wen Xianjun spoke up while twirling his beard, "This is all a conspiracy of the Hehuan Sect, right? Just to sell more magazines and earn more spirit stones."

"Indeed, their intentions are too obvious, a blatant conspiracy!" Zhang Daoquan slapped his thigh in agony, stood up and called out, "Everyone, you must exercise restraint! The way to cultivate lies in upholding your original aspirations! You must not vote, or you will fall into their trap!"

"Exactly!"

"We won't fall for the schemes of those witches!"

Then all the monks in the public hall nodded in agreement, and in a peaceful and friendly atmosphere, the fans of each group walked out of the screening room with an air of immortality.

After they walked away, a fellow supporter of Liu Pianpian beside Zhang Daoquan looked a little worried:

"Daoquan, are we really not going to vote? The Hehuan Sect's program is all about votes. If Pianpian doesn't get enough votes, will she be troubled by the young sect leader? What if she's punished by being benched?

The He Huan Sect is certainly not a good-for-nothing for flattering the powerful and bullying the weak, but the innocent Miss Liu Pian Pian is still in their hands!"

Yes, even now, they still believe that these votes were orchestrated by the black-hearted Hehuan Sect. Miss Pianpian is just an innocent disciple who is powerless to resist. If we don't care about her, she will be too pitiful!

Miss Pianpian has no family, she only has us!

Zhang Daoquan looked around, making sure there was no one around before approaching the man and whispering, "I just tricked them. Tomorrow morning we'll go to Linglong Tower to buy the magazine. Now there's no one to compete with us. This time, we must help Miss Pianpian regain the top spot!"

【Author’s words】

Fans of various groups: What else can we do if we don’t vote? We’re all Sister has! [Breaking down in tears]