Chapter 93 The Trash Game: Bottom-Tier Scum, Garbage Mentor
"Amu is thinking of you, that's a sign of respect. Don't be stubborn and refuse to listen. Jian Cheng, a wise person knows when to yield, use your brain!"
"Exactly! You think you have any other choice besides that piece of crap Song Ying? Look at your team's performance, what a piece of trash."
"Amu, ignore him. This kid is probably still living in the daydream of beating you in the regional competition. He still thinks he's better than you..."
Before the word "strong" could even be uttered, Tan Mu spat the chewing gum in the man's face.
Then, with a soft "thud," it fell to the ground.
"What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."
Tan Mu picked at his ear, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the person who had spoken. "Say it again."
"Brother Mu, I... I was wrong! I'm sorry, I was wrong, I deserve to die! Brother Mu, I was too talkative, I..."
The man panicked.
Tan Mu is a little tyrant who hates it when people mention that he lost to Jian Cheng in the capital region competition.
"Smack—"
The man gritted his teeth, knelt down, and slapped himself. "I'm sorry, Brother Mu, I was wrong. I was foul-mouthed! I'll punish myself!"
Rather than waiting for Tan Mu to make a move and ending up like Jian Cheng, covered in hidden injuries and unable to even dance, it's better to do it yourself.
A loud slap echoed in the practice room, and the surroundings fell into dead silence.
After several sounds, a soft laugh finally rang out.
"Zhe, what are you doing? Why are you making things so difficult for yourself?"
Tan Mu lazily looked down at Xu Zhe kneeling in front of him.
"Get up, or someone will see this and accuse me of bullying you."
"Brother Mu, you...you didn't bully me, and I won't make things up!"
Seeing this, the others quickly nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Brother Mu, don't worry, we didn't see anything."
Why are you all so nervous?
Tan Mu scanned the room, looking completely innocent. "Am I that scary?"
"Brother Mu is handsome and kind-hearted, how could he possibly be scary..."
"That's right, Brother Mu is the best person among us."
"Xu Zhe brought this on himself, and he even had to put on an act in front of Brother Mu. Xu Zhe, why don't you get out of here right now?"
The trainees fawned over Tan Mu like stars around the moon, which cheered him up.
Tan Mu gently patted Xu Zhe's red and swollen face, raising an eyebrow slightly. "There's a live broadcast later. You don't look good in photos, do you?"
"I, I... Don't worry, Brother Mu, I'll wear a mask."
Two practice videos are edited each week, with each episode lasting only one and a half hours.
Of the thirty people, apart from the exceptionally talented ones, the others barely got any screen time, let alone a chance to be seen.
Live streaming is different. As long as there are fans calling out in the comments section, the director will give the contestant screen time, greatly increasing their exposure.
Xu Zhe understood that Tan Mu wanted him to use an excuse to be absent, but he still didn't want to give up.
At that moment, someone kicked Xu Zhe from the side.
"Can't you understand human language or what? Everyone else isn't wearing a mask, but you're the only one wearing one. Are you trying to get attention, or are you trying to climb over Brother Mu to get ahead?"
"Brother Mu, I... I wouldn't dare! Please, please let me go..."
Xu Zhe came from an ordinary background and couldn't afford to offend people like Tan Mu.
What's the use of begging me?
Tan Mu squatted down, pinched Xu Zhe's chin, and lifted it slightly, forcing him to look directly at him.
"Ask Jian Cheng! Isn't he your captain? Ask him to help you!"
As soon as Tan Mu said this, everyone around burst into laughter.
Even Xu Zhe, upon hearing this, looked at Jian Cheng with a venomous hatred in his eyes.
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Anyone familiar with "All-Round Trainee" knows that Jian Cheng, the team leader, is a complete joke.
Since being selected as one of the top 100, his team has consistently finished at the bottom.
This is related to the skill level of the team members assigned to him, but more importantly, it is because Jian Cheng, the captain, himself is also extremely incompetent.
On the stage of the top 80, Jian Cheng missed her footing during her backflip.
On the stage of the top 50, Jian Cheng suddenly knelt down halfway through her street dance performance, completely disrupting the team's rhythm.
On the stage of the top 30, Jian Cheng was the bottom-ranked human ladder. As soon as his teammates stepped on his shoulders, he swayed and the entire formation collapsed...
It's no exaggeration to say that the person who dragged the team down was Jian Cheng herself.
But it was precisely this kind of person who made it all the way into the top 30.
He has always held the captain's position, as if it were welded to the spot, unshakeable.
This unfair outcome quickly aroused dissatisfaction among many people.
Especially those trainees who were more talented than Jian Cheng but were eliminated, and those who were implicated by Jian Cheng.
Their fans practically flooded Jian Cheng's Weibo account with messages.
Even his effeminate and handsome appearance was repeatedly humiliated.
There are also rumors circulating that Jian Cheng bribed high-ranking officials to secure her a spot on the official dating track, and that she might even be given a debut position.
Compared to such scum, Tan Mu is practically a model captain.
Even his occasional actions towards Chien Cheng were seen by fans as his genuine disapproval of a celebrity with connections.
But in reality, everyone knows exactly what kind of person Tan Mu is.
Many people know the reasons why Jian Cheng has repeatedly performed poorly.
But what can we do?
In the face of the game of capital, ordinary people are like playthings.
They can't even protect themselves, so how can they have any extra sympathy for Jian Cheng?
Sometimes, they even envied Jian Cheng.
Even as a plaything targeted by Tan Mu, he was still the most unique one.
"Jian Cheng, please, please help me..."
Xu Zhe crawled toward Jian Cheng.
Chien Cheng took a step back, trying to avoid it, but Xu Zhe still grabbed her trouser leg, revealing the bruises from her ankle to her calf.
Jian Cheng abruptly pulled the trouser leg out of Xu Zhe's hand.
His voice was indifferent.
"Going there won't do you any good."
"Jian Cheng, please let me go, I beg you!"
"I'll help you ask for leave. Just say you have diarrhea and can't come over."
Jian Cheng's tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
He grabbed a towel from the table next to him, wiped the sweat from his face and neck, and then casually tossed the towel back.
"The job fair will begin in three minutes."
After saying that, Jian Cheng walked away on her own.
If you look closely, you'll notice that his left leg is still a little unsteady on its feet.
"What's there to be proud of in a piece of trash!"
Someone spat at Jian Cheng's retreating figure, "What a piece of trash, giving us attitude!"
"That's right, Brother Mu, when we get back to the dorm tonight, I'll teach this kid a lesson for you!"
"Do you think you can just move my people as you please?"
Tan Mu glanced at the man, his voice icy, and his world-weary face gained a touch of ferocity.
Fortunately, he did not have another attack.
"Let's go, time to choose a mentor."
Tan Mu walked in front with his hands in his pockets, and the others quickly followed.
A large group of people walked towards the assembly area.
At the back door of the training room, Song Ying witnessed everything. She looked at the trainees' backs and then at Xu Zhe, who was lying on the ground, burying his face in his hands and crying, but did not move an inch.
I answered the phone call from Xiaolu.
"Okay, I'll be right there."
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The job fair and meet-and-greet will be held in the recording studio.
Five mentors sat on one side, while on the other side were thirty trainees divided into five groups.
The team leader of each group sits at the front, followed by two people in the second row and three people in the third row, spreading out in a fan shape and a tiered shape.
Make sure the live stream cameras can capture everyone.
After briefly introducing the guest vocal mentors, the host began to explain the rules.
"This Saturday night will be the competition to narrow down the top 30 to the top 10. It will still be a combination of individual and team competitions. The judges' scores will account for 50%, and the remaining 50% will be based on the online votes. The top 10 contestants in total score will qualify for the top 10."
"The guest mentors need to perform on stage to assist their respective teams in the group competition."
"As for the individual competition, the mentors do not need to appear on stage, but they need to provide guidance in singing skills, arrangement, dance, stage design and other aspects according to the needs of the students."
These rules were not much different from the previous qualifying rounds, and everyone knew them well, so after the host finished speaking, he didn't linger and moved on to the next segment.
"Next comes the most important and crucial part of our live broadcast today! - The selection process between the students and their mentors."
"The five mentors and thirty contestants present can write down their preferred mentors on a piece of paper. Each mentor group has six spots, and each contestant can choose three mentors in the order of their first, second, and third preferences."
"If the first choice and the mentor's choice match successfully, they will be matched on the spot. The rest will be assigned according to the order of their choices and the mentor's preference. If there is a conflict at the end, the mentor will conduct a second round of reverse selection until each group has six people to form a new team."
This remains the same old rule.
After the perfunctory introductions, the production team began distributing wish cards and pens to everyone.
Song Ying's gaze swept over the thirty students.
They looked very different in front of the camera than they did in the training room.
If before they resembled a group of school bullies, now they exude a sunny and energetic aura, seemingly possessing the qualities of young idols.
"Teacher Song, do you have someone you particularly like?"
A female voice came from the side. Song Ying looked over and saw that it was Lü Nianwei.
Before coming, she read all the profiles of the guests and students.
"Teacher Lü."
Song Ying greeted him, her pen lightly tapping on the table.
Lu Nianwei had noticed earlier that Song Ying hadn't written her intention yet, so she took the initiative to greet her, "Is Teacher Song not familiar with the students?"
Song Ying thought for a moment.
"Based solely on that information, I am indeed not very familiar with it."
Lü Nianwei discerned the deeper meaning in Song Ying's words.
Somewhat unexpected.
Having come from a talent show background, she understands all too well the intricacies and unspoken nuances of the interactions between trainees.
But to her surprise, Song Ying also realized that these young people were not so innocent.
"In that case, I have a suggestion—of course, just a suggestion."
"I'll say whatever I want, and Professor Song can listen however she wants. As for the final choice, that's up to Professor Song herself."
Lü Nianwei is a dark-skinned beauty with long, straight black hair tied up in a high ponytail. She has a full forehead, heavy smoky makeup, and purplish-red lips. Paired with a black tank top and wide-leg pants, she has a unique and captivating beauty.
When he smiled again, his bright white teeth shone as brightly as in the toothpaste commercial, against his dark skin.
Song Ying, of course, would not refuse the other party's kindness and returned the smile.
"Then I'll have to trouble you for guidance, Teacher Lü."
"Don't choose those people who were in the top ten last time. Especially that guy named Tan Mu, and those who teamed up with him last time, don't choose them either."
"Okay, I'll listen to Teacher Lü."
Song Ying responded quickly, which surprised Lü Nianwei.
Aren't you going to ask why?
"No need to ask," Song Ying said.
Before Lü Nianwei could say anything more, a male voice interrupted from the side.
"Lu Nianwei, do you think you can get elected just by persuading others not to vote?"
"Ran Chengwang, what are you saying!" Lü Nianwei was a little angry.
"Don't you know what I'm saying? But your move was too low. With a senior like Fang Xiaohu and a musical prodigy like Wei Haiyuan, do you think those trainees would be stupid enough to choose a newcomer who has been in the industry for less than a year and doesn't even have any stage experience?"
It goes without saying who the "newcomer" is.
"Instead of trying to persuade her not to choose, you might as well try to persuade me. Who knows, if there's a conflict between our students, I might be able to give you a few options."
"Ran Chengwang, have some shame. How many drinks did you have today to get this drunk? If you can't afford peanuts, I'll give you some later. If you had eaten a few more, you wouldn't be saying such things."
Lu Nianwei rolled her eyes at Ran Chengwang, then looked at Song Ying.
"Never mind, Teacher Song, just pretend I didn't say what I said before."
She had meant well, but it had been misinterpreted like this, and Lü Nianwei felt a surge of anger rising in her chest.
After saying that, he didn't say anything more and lowered his head to write down his member intention form.
Because I was holding the pen with a lot of air in my hand, I wrote much harder than usual, and my fingers gripped the pen too tightly, even turning white.
But even the pen seemed to be against her, no matter how she wrote, it wouldn't write.
At that moment, a slender, jade-like hand reached out.
Put down a pen in front of her.
"Use mine."
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