When the false is made to appear true, the true becomes false

Qiao Nan was stunned for a moment as he held the A4 paper that had just been printed out and was still warm.

"Cutting in line? Was it someone arranged by Zheng Ling?"

"Yes, Sister Nan, you see..." The assistant showed a distressed expression, waiting for the woman in front of her - the selection director Qiao Nan - to give her an ultimatum.

Although Zheng Ling is Lin Shen's assistant, due to the special nature of her job, her status is actually higher than that of the project leader, and she is considered a well-known "confidant".

Since it was Zheng Ling who started it, Qiao Nan had no reason to stop her. However, Qiao Nan was still somewhat upset that the carefully planned event was suddenly inserted into the hands of a "connected household".

She did not respond directly to the assistant's words, but picked up the file and read it carefully.

"Lin Yuan, Lin Lang, Su Mu..."

The black and white A4 file came with a color headshot, but unlike other people's personal photos, it was not as flashy. It looked more like a half-length portrait that was often used in school days. I just found a blank background wall and took it without any restrictions on technology.

Although it looks rough, it is more natural and real than other photos.

The three boys and girls in the photo also give people the same feeling as the photo, clean and refreshing, which makes people feel good when looking at them.

After all, they were good candidates. Qiao Nan's face looked better. She waved her hand and said to the staff beside her, "Let Xiao Xu tell Lin Shen to let these three people in the selection."

Regardless of whether these three people are relatives or good talents specially found by Zheng Ling, the real decision-making power is not in her hands, but in Lin Shen's hands.

Zheng Ling represents Lin Shen's wishes to a certain extent, and Qiao Nan will not reject her face no matter what.

If the three performed well in the selection, Qiao Nan would naturally not take away the credit that belonged to Zheng Ling. But if the three were really related households as she guessed, Qiao Nan was not willing to take the blame for their work mistakes.

After throwing the choice to Lin Shen, Qiao Nan couldn't help but feel a little interested in the three people on the paper.

She is very clear about Zheng Ling's abilities. What kind of people are worthy of Zheng Ling personally making a trip to cut in line for them?

Qiao Nan, who was supposed to be sitting behind the scenes observing the provincial selection, became curious. Seeing that the selection was about to begin, he simply left the office and headed straight for the selection location.

...

There are a total of 36 trainees participating in this audition. In order to better observe their performances and control over the stage, the private cinema in Lin Shen's studio was specially chosen as the venue for this audition, and a stage was built at the front desk, which looks no different from an ordinary small cinema.

Lin Yuan huddled in the crowd, feeling very uncomfortable.

In a sense, this place is his family's property, but why does it make people feel so suffocated?

Lin Yuan thought about it and elbowed Su Mu again: "Let me make it clear, I will withdraw from the competition as soon as I finish introducing myself. You two should stop causing trouble for me!"

"Don't be impatient, just play with it first." Lin Lang smiled and changed the subject: "Hey, isn't this the little rooster?"

Lin Lang stood on tiptoe slightly and looked at the little rooster carefully...Oh no, it was the business card on Jiang Yun's chest.

"Jiang Yun, No. 01, and the first to perform." Lin Lang said with interest: "Didn't they say he went to Country H for training? Maybe he really has some skills."

"Why, do you want to dance with him?" Lin Yuan asked.

Lin Lang shrugged, showing a regretful expression: "Unfortunately, it seems that men and women are scored separately." But she turned cheerful again: "I can't, but you can~"

Lin Yuan: “…”

There’s no way around this topic, right?

While the three of them were chattering, Jiang Yun was also secretly looking at them.

As I expected, they came to participate in the selection.

Jiang Yun thought to himself, looked around the room, and nodded secretly with satisfaction.

As expected, there was no one in the room who was competitive. Either they had physical problems or they were not as good-looking as him. As for talent and basic skills, Jiang Yun had always looked down on domestic training institutions. In terms of professionalism in star-making, H country could definitely beat those shabby agencies, not to mention individual trainees.

Talent, family, number of fans, no matter how you look at it, he is the undisputed number one.

Once I sign with Lin Shen Studio, my future career will be smooth sailing...

Jiang Yun was imagining a bright future standing under the spotlight and surrounded by fans when the judges' voices suddenly rang in his ears.

"No. 01 Jiang Yun."

Jiang Yun quickly pulled himself out of his fantasy, carefully tidied up his hair which had been sprayed with hairspray and was as motionless as plastic, tried hard to force out what he thought was the most appropriate smile, and walked up with high spirits.

The five judges sat in a row, looking at him expressionlessly.

Jiang Yun had specifically inquired about the personal information of the judges before coming. Although these five people were not well-known outside the circle, they were well-known inside the circle. Except for one studio director, each of them was a top master in the industry. Many people could not even beg for a class with money. If they could successfully pass the assessment and sign a contract with the studio, they would teach them in the future.

Even Jiang Yun, who looked down on the domestic standards, had to admit the abilities of the judges. His pride was slightly reduced, and he became a little more nervous.

He bowed 90 degrees towards the five people: "Hello, teachers. I am Jiang Yun, a personal trainee. I am 20 years old this year. Thank you for your guidance."

Jiang Yun stepped forward and handed the prepared personal files to each judge in turn, then stood in front of the five people again, bowed again, and then said: "The following is my personal program."

As the music started, he danced to the rhythm neatly.

Jiang Yun has gained millions of fans on the Internet, so he must have some strength. His dancing is not top-notch, but his sense of camera and rhythm is quite good, and he is not afraid of the stage at all, and he is very confident.

Jiang Yun's performance quickly sparked a discussion among the other contestants. Some marveled at the maturity of his performance, some sneered, and some darkly mocked his performance.

Lin Yuan and the other two also joined the discussion, but the focus of their discussion was completely different from others.

"So this is how to introduce yourself? How troublesome." Su Mu thought thoughtfully.

"Isn't this bow too deep? Can I not bow?" Lin Yuan frowned.

"Oh, I don't think I have prepared any music to dance to." Lin Lang woke up as if from a dream.

The trainee next to him: “…”

No, what on earth are these three people here for?

Soon, Jiang Yun on the stage finished his performance. Several judges nodded slightly, discussed in a low voice for a while, and asked him a few more questions, which Jiang Yun answered very neatly.

I must have the highest score in the whole game.

Jiang Yun held his head high, thinking confidently.

"Jiang Yun's A round score: 7.8 points."

The final score was completely different from what Jiang Yun had imagined. He looked at the judges in disbelief, and his original confidence completely disappeared.

How can it only be 7.8? Are these people kidding me?

"Wait, teacher, is there something wrong with the score?" Jiang Yun asked quickly.

But the judge who was in charge of reading out the scores just glanced at him calmly and said: "All scoring is strictly in accordance with the standards. If you have any opinions, you can complain to the committee after the selection is over."

Jiang Yun: “…”

He walked off the stage with a serious look on his face and sat back in his original seat gloomily.

As Jiang Yun's score was announced, heated discussions broke out again from the audience. However, this time, the focus was no longer on Jiang Yun's performance, but on the harshness of the scoring.

Jiang Yun's overall strength is obvious to all, but in the end he only got 7.8 points.

As for whether the total score is ten or more, they have no idea.

The atmosphere among the trainees suddenly became serious. As one person's name was called after another, anxiety and uneasiness gradually spread in everyone's heart.

It was not until a dozen trainees finished their A round of selection that Jiang Yun's face finally looked much better.

So far, the highest score other than him is only 6.9 points, which is a considerable gap from him.

It seems that the judging was just a bit strict, and there was no problem with his personal ability.

Jiang Yun regained his confidence and heard the voice on the stage say, "Next one, No. 19 Fu An."

A tall, thin, and somewhat timid boy stood up from the crowd as his number was called out and walked onto the stage a little awkwardly.

Another meaningless background. How could someone with this kind of mental state possibly get a high score?

Jiang Yun sneered in his heart, and then heard the boy on the stage say: "Hello, teachers, I will perform my original piece today."

As the boy spoke, he took the guitar handed to him by the staff, pursed his lips a little nervously, and the melodious melody flowed from his fingertips.

It was an extremely unique melody, like country music, but with a faint, sacred feeling as if it came from the Middle Ages. With the boy's clear and magnetic voice, the simple lyrics made him sing with a grand feeling.

Everyone was immersed in his heart-stirring singing, except Lin Yuan and the other two whose expressions suddenly changed.

This melody is a country tune from San Carlos mixed with pop music elements!

That was the music of his and Yu Zhiparnaki’s hometown!

How did this boy know the unique melody of San Carlos?

In an instant, the face of the bomb reporter appeared in Lin Yuan's eyes.

Could it be that there are not only their class but also others who have traveled through time?

Just as the three of them fell into deep thought because of Fu An's appearance, the judges on the stage finally came out of their shock, stood up, and gave their most sincere applause with indescribable appreciation.

As expected, the dark horse Fu An undisputedly won the current highest score: 9.3 points.

Jiang Yun's face suddenly turned ugly. He looked at Fu An with hatred - 9.3 points, 1.5 points higher than him! This is simply a great shame!

Fortunately, the A-round review will select the top five to enter the next round, so he is still safe for now.

However, there were only two people who could pass the signing selection. With Fu An around, the possibility of him passing the selection would be much lower.

We have to think of a solution.

...

At this time, Lin Yuan and the other two had no time to care about Jiang Yun, the little rooster.

As Fu An walked back to the stage and passed by him, Lin Yuan whispered something in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

He used the San Carlos language, which means "We offer our fear and piety to the imperial daughter who controls disaster."

This is the text on the first page of the "Temple of Disaster" scripture, and it is also a sentence pattern commonly used by believers in prayer.

The "Goddess of Disaster" occupies more than 80% of the faith in San Carlos. Even the believers of the "God of the Sea" and the "Goddess of the Four Seasons" who are the twenty-four gods cannot compare with the "Goddess of Disaster" in San Carlos.

This phrase is as popular in San Carlos as "Oh my God" on Earth. Anyone who lives in San Carlos has definitely heard this phrase.

But Fu An just glanced at him indifferently, with the usual uneasiness and anxiety in his clear eyes, as well as slowly growing doubts and curiosity - but not shock.

He didn't know the words... no, he didn't even understand the language of San Carlos.

Could it be that Fu An simply likes the music style of San Carlos and is not a native of San Carlos?

Should he try using the official common language of Parnaqui?

Unfortunately, the opportunity had been missed. Fu An did not stop because of his action. Instead, he walked through the crowd without looking back and sat back in the corner.

"Next one, number 21, Su Mu."

"It's your turn." Lin Yuan said.

The three of them exchanged glances, and Su Mu nodded slightly, understanding their thoughts. He took a deep breath and strode onto the stage.

...

Lin Shen's Office

A sudden phone call interrupted Lin Shen's plan to go to the selection site to watch his brother's performance.

"Hello, Sister Feng, what's going on?"

"Lin Shen, do you still remember the reporter who tried to assassinate you two days ago?" Agent Feng Qian's voice was a little distorted.

"Who will take over?" Lin Shen frowned, somewhat surprised by the result.

The case was handled by a joint investigation team from S City and Y City, which was a result of extreme attention. After all, both the weapon used by the criminal and his mental state were very strange, and no casualties were caused. The criminal was also arrested normally, and the crime process was very clear. As long as the arrest process was followed, the current attention was just because of his identity, and it was specially shown to him.

Why is there any point in taking on such a sure case?

For an organization that can bypass the municipality’s public security investigation team and take over the case, it must be at least at the provincial level, right?

Then Feng Qian lowered her voice, full of disbelief: "It's someone from the top of City B."