There was only a slender waist under the wide hem, which was made to look even whiter and more tender by the black clothes. Perhaps because the temperature in the room was not very high, the fair skin was faintly pink.
Tong Juan's waist was so thin that the staff wrapped the belt around his waist several times when they tied the microphone to him, for fear that it would accidentally fall off during his performance.
But his thinness is different from others. He is not the kind of thin that is so shriveled that only bones are left. It may be because his body frame is not big. The whole person looks slender and well-proportioned, with white skin. Although he does not have much flesh on his body, it looks smooth and soft, and it feels good to touch at first glance.
The staff member who tied the microphone for Tong Juan was a girl who was only a few years older than Tong Juan. She accidentally touched Tong Juan's waist a few times and her face turned red. She wanted to be careful not to touch Tong Juan, but the more she paid attention, the more her hands shook, and her fingertips always touched that skin as white as jade.
"I'm sorry..." the staff member apologized immediately, really worried that his poorly maintained hands would hurt such delicate skin.
Tong Juan had no idea what was going on at this moment. He was recalling the dance moves in his mind and was about to go on stage. He was a little nervous. Although he had studied the courses provided by the system for a long time, he had never actually danced in front of others, so Tong Juan didn't know how his performance would be.
The program team only gave each group three minutes to perform. For an individual trainee like Tong Juan, it was a bit tiring to sing and dance for three minutes alone, and it might expose more shortcomings. So when preparing for the performance, Tong Juan separated singing and dancing.
After going over the one-minute dance moves in his head, Tong Juan felt more confident. When he came to his senses, he saw the staff looking at him apologetically. He tilted his head in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"
Before the staff could muster up the courage to say sorry again, the crew called Tong Juan's name at the door, "Tong Juan, are you okay? You can come to shoot now."
Tong Juan touched his lower back and found that Mike had already done it. He immediately raised his hand to signal, "Alright, alright."
The stagehand nodded at him, and Tong Juan walked over to follow him. Before turning around, he did not forget to thank the staff next to him.
The three people who were pinned firmly on the chairs by the stylists could only watch Tong Juan leave like the staff member. The loose shirt covered her, making it impossible to see how seductive her curves were underneath.
Tong Juan followed the field staff to the interview room for pre-match interviews.
The room, which was neither too big nor too small, was packed with people. A piece of white curtain was torn down from the top of the innermost wall. It seemed to be too long and even had several layers piled up in the corner.
A high chair was placed a little further in front of the pile of curtains, and next to the chair was a small white round table with the program's orange logo and a square wireless microphone on the table.
"Please introduce yourself first." After Tong Juan sat down, the staff in charge of the interview spoke.
Tong Juan's buttocks were against half of the chair, his legs were slightly bent, he sat up straight, and bowed to the camera in front of him, "Hello everyone, my name is Tong Juan, I'm a short video blogger."
"Take the microphone and do it again." The staff member pointed to the table next to Tong Juan helplessly. Tong Juan's movements just now were too fast and she didn't have time to say anything.
As a newbie who was being interviewed for the first time, Tong Juan completely forgot about having to take the microphone. He whispered an apology and then repeated his self-introduction.
Tong Juan is not short, but maybe because his legs are too long, he looks very small when sitting on the chair. He was so well-behaved while holding Mike and talking in a low voice that the staff couldn't help but slow down their tone when talking to him.
"Don't be nervous, we're just asking a few quick questions," the staff member said. "Did you know anything about our show before you came?"
"I understand." Tong Juan nodded. "I have read all the documents the program team sent me, and I have read them several times."
"After looking at the competition system, what level do you think you should be able to reach?"
“Of course I hope I can make my debut.” Tong Juan widened his eyes slightly, and soon his tone softened again, “But if it’s not enough, I will keep working hard.”
In fact, these are just some normal polite words used by idols in their business, but Tong Juan speaks slowly and in a gentle voice, which makes these words sound much more sincere.
The staff member smiled unconsciously, "Okay, then we are looking forward to your performance."
"I know that you trainees will live in a dormitory after you arrive, right?"
"So what are your requirements for the dormitory?"
"As for the dormitory..." Tong Juan fell into deep thought. It seemed that he had no memory of this matter, so he gave a very ordinary answer, "I just hope that my roommates can sleep quietly."
What this means is, don't snore.
"Got it." The staff nodded with a smile.
Tong Juan: ???
Know what?
"That's all for today's interview. You may enter now."
Although he didn't understand why the staff was laughing so strangely, Tong Juan still obediently put the microphone back to its place, bowed and left.
The main studio was on the first floor. Tong Juan followed the staff down the stairs and stopped beside a bare pillar without a door.
The staff member raised his hand and pointed: "Go over there and you will find the studio. Remember to rate yourself before entering the studio."
Seeing that Tong Juan was still a little confused, the staff kindly added: "There are four levels of name tags. After you choose the level, write your name on it and stick it on."
Tong Juan listened and nodded, "I understand."
"Yes." The staff nodded, "Go quickly."
I don't know why, but Tong Juan has an inexplicable affinity, which makes people like him. Maybe she is used to seeing all kinds of people in the station, and she hasn't seen a child like Tong Juan for a long time. Even if he is dressed in black, he still makes people feel that he is very clean.
The staff member thought about it, and when Tong Juan passed by her, she patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on."
Tong Juan was somewhat flattered. After feeling the kindness of the stranger, he smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, sister."
In the corridor, on the table by the wall, there were four stacks of orange stickers, with ABCD written on them.
Tong Juan's hand hesitated in mid-air.
The system's voice sounded: [Host is advised to choose A. ]
"A?" Tong Juan's hand slowly moved over, somewhat afraid to touch the dazzling letter, "Can I?"
System: [Host, please face yourself. According to your current data, you fully meet the criteria of A. ]
“Okay then.” Tong Juan took a deep breath, picked up a pen, wrote his name next to A, and stuck it to the right side of the shirt.
He never imagined that one day his name Tong Juan would be put together with A. As a native omega, he felt a little emotional.
I'm inexplicably a little excited.
The studio was divided into two parts. After Tong Juan walked in, there was a stage and an LED screen on the right, and contestant and mentor seats on the left. The contestants' seats were divided into six rows. The first one was at the top, on a chair with a crown, and the others were arranged in order below, with the mentor seat at the bottom.
Tong Juan arrived neither too early nor too late. Seven or eight of the thirty contestants had already arrived and were scattered in various corners. When they saw him come in, those who were originally seated stood up and greeted him.
"Hello, hello." Tong Juan also greeted them, then looked up and down, walked to rows 11 to 20, and sat down at seat 18.
This location is neither in the middle to attract attention nor close to the aisles on the left and right, so it should be safe.
Tong Juan is a very quiet person who doesn't talk to anyone. After he came in, the studio quickly returned to calm.
But there are also some uneasy places.
When the two trainees sitting in the corner saw Tong Juan's face, their eyes widened in surprise.
"This isn't it!! The one on the sweet orange!"
"Yeah! I was following him! I didn't expect he would be able to come!"
"Can you take a video with him? I want to post it on Tianju."
"I'm still at level six of his fan club."
Compared to the bustling scene over there, Tong Juan was completely calm, because he really didn't know any of these people. After sitting down, he kept a polite smile and sat quietly as a background.
I don’t know how many times I stood up and said hello. The seats nearby were getting fuller and fuller, until suddenly a shadow was cast above Tong Juan.
Three familiar faces appeared in front of him.
Tong Juan was stunned for a moment, and then the seats on his left and right were taken.
"Hello." Zhong Yi, who was sitting at the edge, spoke to Tong Juan through someone.
Tong Juan turned his head slightly and looked at him: "Hello."
Zhong Yi felt very happy when he saw Tong Juan smiling at him.
Tong Juan thought he wanted to change seats with him, so he stood up and asked, "Want to change seats?"
“No, no.” Zhong Yi waved his hand quickly, “Hurry up and sit down.”
"My name is Zhong Yi, you..."
Zhong Yi was halfway through his words when Pei Siran coughed and said, "The teacher is here."
Several people looked forward and stood up to greet.
Yu Ren, the initiator of "One Sixth", became famous at a young age, won numerous film and television awards, announced his marriage at the age of 30, and now has a second child. Vocal instructor Li Lianna is the leader of OST, and all the films and TV series she has sung have never failed. Rap instructor Ling Wan is not as good as her name, her whole body is full of swag, and she is always ranked first on the Hot 100 list. Dance instructor Ye Changxin started learning dance at the age of three, and participated in national competitions and training when he was in elementary school. Now he is only 25 years old, but he is already a top choreographer in China.
As Tong Juan listened to the system introducing the mentor lineup to him, he could already imagine how much money the program crew had spent on inviting the guests. No wonder even internet celebrities from sub-platforms like him were brought in to make up the numbers.
System: [Host, you must have confidence in yourself. ]
Tong Juan looked at the four people standing on the stage and exclaimed, "The teachers are all so pretty and have such good temperament."
After the four teachers introduced themselves one by one, Yu Ren, the initiator, spoke again: "Today is the preliminary evaluation stage. We will use the on-site lottery method to determine the performance order."
"Now please look at the big screen."
A gashapon machine immediately appeared on the screen. It spun a few times and an orange egg fell out. The white mouse button clicked on the egg, and the eggshell cracked in the middle, and two words popped out: Tong Juan.
Yu Ren looked back at the screen and said with a smile: "OK, now we will hand over the stage to this student. Who is Tong Juan?"
The other trainees looked over one by one, and Tong Juan himself froze in his seat.
Woo woo woo, system, why didn’t you copy my European emperor bloodline?
The system said indifferently: [Stop lying to me. I don’t know who always had no syringes when buying inhibitors before.]
Tong Juan: ...
Woo woo, as soon as he opened his mouth, I knew he was an unlucky guy.
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