Chapter 092 Transition Chapter 18.0

After a flurry of conversation, the director's countdown reminder came from everyone's earphones.

Kim Yoo-ri looked at the camera and gave a closing speech on behalf of the team: "Thank you all for coming. Thank you for enjoying our performance. I hope you didn't disappoint."

As soon as the words fell, everyone bowed deeply in all directions of the four-sided stage, not ignoring the audience elsewhere because of the position of the main camera.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. When will the plan of bringing Hudou into households be implemented?"

"The weather is getting colder, and it's time for a change in KPOP."

"If these contestants can continue to treat the audience and fans like this, I guarantee they will be famous enough to make my grandma's house their own."

"Once again, it proves that the company is a waste."

"It's really unfair."

Lu Wei followed her teammates down the stairs from the stage. She heard the audience next to her shouting her name and saw them reaching out over the railing and waving enthusiastically.

"Xiao Wei!!"

“Go Villeroy & Boch!”

"Xiao Wei, go for it!"

Lu Wei glanced at the gradually dimming venue and the moving camera. Without a word, she took two steps closer, then without a second's hesitation, spread her palm and gently touched it. She didn't follow the force of her movement, but paused for half a second before moving away.

The warmth of each other is transmitted through the palms and fingertips. The encouragement, friendship, closeness and special energy during the high-five quietly take root in the bodies of both parties.

“Wa ...

"Villeroy & Boch! Here!"

"I love you so much! Xiao Wei!"

In order not to disturb the next performer on stage and her teammates following behind her, Lu Wei could not respond too much to the fans' words. She clapped her hands gently one by one and leaned forward slightly to express her gratitude.

An Zhuxuan, Cao Youmei, and the others followed suit, following suit. If Lu Wei hadn't taken the lead, they really wouldn't have been able to do such a thing. At most, they would have run over and then passed through like an assembly line.

Honestly, everyone was truly enlightened today. During the second public performance, they hadn't felt anything concrete. This time, Lu Wei took fan-sharing to the extreme, employing a variety of subtle gestures whenever she could find the time and didn't interfere with other contestants or staff.

Sometimes, it is not about whether the high-ranking players can humble themselves or whether the low-ranking players can have the same heart, but that everyone will have concerns, will think about it from time to time, and will not be so bold or so reckless.

Lu Wei was different. An Zhuxuan had been her teammate for so long, but she'd never once given much thought to the importance of camera time or outside opinions. Unlike those of them who were so restrained, she seemed to have her own code of conduct.

Therefore, at this moment, in addition to envy, An Zhuxuan also felt a little admiration.

I envy her self-consistency and admire her courage.

After the high-fives from the adolescent group, every single person in the front row, regardless of fan status or not, was bubbling with joy. Those in the back row nearly snapped their phone cameras, their rationality and sensibility torn between them, witnessing happiness while simultaneously drawing curses in resentment.

Because the live broadcast was delayed by 3-5 minutes, viewers with faster internet speeds had already caught up on the latest news. After learning that Lu Wei had taken the lead in high-fiving everyone present, they were once again surprised by her actions.

"Open a class or publish a book, it's your choice, Your Majesty."

"Sister Wei, you are my only sister. Are you really not afraid of others getting jealous and scolding you?"

"Ah, so sour that I vomited black mud."

"No, besides studying the art of language, didn't Wei Huang also study the art of cooking?"

"Reasonably, can't there be one more person like me at the scene?"

"Seriously, can't there be two more idols like Lu Wei?"

"Speaking of reason, can't you just talk properly?"

"ah!!!"

"I'm not happy anymore, unless Villeroy & Boch and I give me five too!!!"

Lu Wei didn't know how her actions would be perceived by the outside world, and even if she did, she wouldn't really care. So, as soon as she got back to the connection between backstage and the live show, she started running frantically down the hallway to change sets.

There are basically no distracting thoughts in my head.

If she chooses to stay in the entertainment industry, in this storm-filled place, and if she dwells on trivial matters, overthinking and wasting herself, then she is truly doomed!

Lu Wei hadn’t figured out her first life yet, and she didn’t want to start a second life so early.

Seeing Lu Wei taking two steps at a time, the makeup artist fanned her with the folder beside her, interrupting Lu Wei's bow and greeting: "Don't worry, don't worry. Drink some water and I'll do your hair first."

"Thank you, teacher, for your hard work." After Lu Wei thanked him, he sat on the chair and exhaled. He opened the 350ml functional vitamin C drink that the program team had specially placed next to the makeup mirror, took a straw from the box and inserted it.

In order to prevent the lip makeup from falling off, the staff usually punch holes in the bottle caps when the singers and dancers perform. However, there are too many contestants and too many people on the scene, and even the scene change needs to be done by themselves. Being able to put things here is already the limit of what the program team can do.

It’s this vitamin C water, it’s a bit too acidic.

Lu Wei frowned and drank the whole bottle with all his might. He twisted the bottle and fiercely memorized the brand name on it.

Where did the production team find such a deadly drink? The red ginseng tonic I drank last time was also extremely bitter. Forget plain water or mineral water, electrolytes are much better than this.

"Would you like some candy?" the makeup artist asked Lu Wei jokingly.

"No, thank you, teacher." Lu Wei waved his hand, suppressed the soreness in his throat, and readjusted his state.

Seeing this, the makeup artist stopped disturbing Lu Wei and quickly completed Lu Wei's second set of makeup. When the next contestant arrived, he immediately repeated the previous steps.

When Lu Wei hurried to the waiting area, the performers from the previous group were just coming on stage. She turned her head away from the camera and adjusted her breathing.

Other members of the Midi team came one after another. Some of them put their hands on their hips and took deep breaths, some held onto the racks and gasped for breath, and some touched their chests with flushed cheeks.

Everyone was like this, not because they were tired from performing, but mainly because they were worried about not catching up and were anxious. The second public performance format, applied to a condensed version of the meeting, brought one critical hit after another to the contestants.

Lu Wei felt a little dizzy. She didn't dare press her temples, fearing she'd rub off her foundation and leave her face covered in black and white patches. She could only pinch her palms hard to sober herself up.

I don't know what acupoint worked, but her condition slowly returned to normal and her brain started working again.

Seeing that Lu Wei had adjusted himself, Su Zhenrun, the captain of Midi Team B, took two steps forward and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

After hearing this, Han Xuanzhen and others from Group A rolled their eyes in disdain.

If they could improve Lu Wei's favorability with just a few words of false concern, they'd have written their names backwards. They didn't even look at the person in front of them: the infamous AKA iron-hearted leader in the underworld. He didn't even care about his original teammates, so how could he care about a temporary member? What a joke.

"It's okay, thank you for your concern." Lu Wei shook her head and responded politely. Those who knew the tricks of socializing and starting conversations knew it. She might not be good at other things, but she was good at ending the conversation.

"I'm glad you're okay." Su Zhenrun nodded slightly, taking two steps back with a natural expression. She was just taking the opportunity to show off her face in front of the camera, not really trying to please anyone. Teammates like Lu Wei couldn't figure things out themselves, and they were making random guesses about others.

As the team leader, Kim Na-yeon has completely given up on treatment and doesn't want to pay any attention to the lawsuit between the team members. Let everyone do whatever they want, she just needs to take care of herself.

As the performance neared, no one from Midi's A and B groups mentioned cheering each other on. Han Xuanzhen and the others were used to it. Since they couldn't take advantage of Lu Wei's friendship, they thought it would be better to stay calm, avoid making trouble, and leave a good impression on the audience.

Su Zhenrun wanted to make her presence felt, but she had no reason to speak up. Her ranking was too low, and her personal popularity was low. Her captaincy only applied to Group B, not Group A.

If she fell into a trap and landed herself in the whirlpool of public opinion, she would have trouble even recovering without any confidence or escape route. She could only swallow the draft and regurgitate it.

Lu Wei stood there quietly, not wanting to speak. She couldn't muster any enthusiasm in a pile of ruins. The original Team A, consisting of nine members, had eighty-one different thoughts. As for Team B... honestly, she saw vague reflections of An Ju-hyun and Cho Yu-mi in Su Zhenyun. The team's cohesion was okay, but it was too exclusive.

Overall, even if Lu Wei sacrificed herself, it wouldn't have any effect. She admitted that she said it wouldn't work without even trying, but... so what.

She will try her best to perform well on the stage. If anyone throws the title of savior or Maria at her, she will immediately do a 360-degree Thomas spin and throw it away.

Not even a little bit.

If win-win is not possible, then win alone.

She knows better than anyone what she wants and what she doesn't want.

The lift slowly rose. Lu Wei stood at the edge of the crowd, lowered his eyes and took a deep breath.

Before the lights came on, the audience whispered to their new friends on both sides of their seats.

"This is the stage for the second public performance that hasn't been aired yet, right?"

"Yeah, Xiao Wei's second game."

"The expectations are high."

"I heard it's a girl crush style, and the repo poster said Villeroy & Boch interpreted it perfectly."

"Then let's not talk about it for now. I need to take a good look."