Chapter 48 Huaning TV Station 8
"Before my brother and I became gamers and had some money, my mother and grandmother had passed away. Later, my brother also passed away, leaving only my grandfather. For my brother, taking care of a grandfather was the easiest thing to do among so many people at the time, but it was still far from enough."
"Last year, the president of the student union graduated, and I actively ran for election and became the new president. I started to take care of more students and was able to take a break from the hard work. Later, I got used to this kind of life. It was like I was living with my brother. Hard work, fatigue, responsibility and love were the underlying colors of his soul."
"Later, in this kind of life, I slowly found myself again, and I also like living this kind of responsible life."
Zhong Zicang turned to look at Xia Bai. Suddenly, he wanted to ask this junior who had been sitting next to him and listening quietly: "Junior, do you sometimes feel the same way as I do?"
"Yes." Xia Bai nodded, "I can understand you very well. I was the same when I faced my own gods of joy. I want to bring them home."
Zhong Zicang: “…”
That little bit of sadness and frustration was washed away by Xia Bai's "God of Joy".
Sometimes, Zhong Zicang felt that Xia Bai was a weird little elf who didn't understand the world.
"Let's go, it's time to have breakfast. If we don't go now, there will be nothing to eat." Zhong Zicang patted his pants, threw away everything, and stood up.
Xia Bai then realized that they were the only two people left in the practice room. He stood up quickly because he had to eat.
The two of them arrived at the canteen two or three minutes late. When they arrived, Wang Wei and Zhang Runyue had just walked out to the canteen door.
When Wang Wei saw them, her eyes lit up.
Xia Bai saw that she was holding a box lunch and a bottle of milk. The box of white rice was what the lower-level trainees ate every day, but they definitely didn't have milk, so he didn't know where Wang Wei got it from.
"I'm glad you're here." Zhang Runyue said, "We thought the president wouldn't come to dinner, and Weiwei was just about to bring you food."
Zhong Zicang also looked at the lunch box and milk in Wang Wei's hand.
Wang Wei walked up to him and stuffed the food into his hand, "President, eat some. I believe you won't get plastic surgery."
The milk in their hands was still warm. If they received a bottle of milk like this at school, it might be just a common thing, but here, they were not qualified to drink milk.
Zhong Zicang looked at Wang Wei, "Where did you get the milk?"
Zhang Runyue smiled and said, "She traded the bracelet with Yang Mei. She wanted the president to have a more comfortable meal."
Zhong Zicang was stunned, then looked down at her. Wang Wei seemed embarrassed by his gaze, so she turned to Xia Bai and said, "Xia Bai, Junior Brother!"
Xia Bai was suddenly called out of nowhere and asked in confusion: "Huh?"
Wang Wei: "I also believe what you said. The facial features they put on their bodies are those of dead people."
Xia Bai was still confused, "Oh."
Wang Wei: "That's why I won't get plastic surgery!"
Xia Bai: "Ah."
Zhang Runyue looked at this and that, suppressed her smile, and said, "Since everyone is here, let's go in and eat."
The four of them walked into the cafeteria and looked around.
Wang Wei said, "President, what you are doing is meaningful. There was a player who was going to get plastic surgery before breakfast, but after listening to what you said, he didn't go."
The player who had signed up last night to have plastic surgery before breakfast today was sitting on the west side of the restaurant eating.
He only glanced at the player and walked inside. Zhang Runyue saw him holding the milk and walking towards Yang Mei, so she quickly grabbed him and dragged him to the table next to her. She said, "Drink it, it will get cold if you don't drink it now. This is Weiwei's gift."
Zhong Zicang: “That bracelet.”
Wang Wei waved her hands quickly, "That bracelet is worthless. I have many bracelets."
Under Wang Wei's expectant gaze, Zhong Zicang hesitated for a moment, stroked the warm bottle, tilted his head and drank the milk.
After being involved in this horror game for nearly a week, he drank milk for the first time, a bottle of warm milk.
Wang Wei pursed her lips, and a tiny arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"She likes your president." Yang Mei whispered in Xia Bai's ear.
Xia Bai learned from the members of the assault team that Yang Mei was stupid but very sensitive to emotions. However, he used too many lover cards, and his soul skills affected his soul. Everything he saw seemed like love, and he often had a bitter filter.
But this time, I don’t know if what he said is true.
Xia Bai glanced over there and buried his head in eating his rice.
The atmosphere in the cafeteria this morning was depressing and anxious.
Zhong Zicang's words really worked. Those who had already decided to have plastic surgery were now struggling again, but this was the last day, and tomorrow was the individual assessment. They had already spent a lot of time and energy on plastic surgery, and the program was not well prepared. Now they were anxious and panicked, like ants on a hot pot.
Xia Bai finished eating the rice and took a sip of hot water. "Will they get plastic surgery?"
Ling Changye: "I will go. The terrible consequences of plastic surgery have not been exposed yet, but we all know the consequences of tomorrow's game. We will live one more day."
Xia Bai nodded, took out the facial cream from his pocket, and applied it while watching them. This morning, the dormitory discussed the side effects of Hu Yihang's plastic surgery. He didn't apply any cream. Seeing that everyone was anxious and nervous about the plastic surgery, he decided to apply the facial cream properly.
Noticing Ling Changye looking at him, he raised his head and said, "Look at me. Do I have dark circles under my eyes from staying up late to observe Hu Yihang last night?"
Ling Changye looked at him again, without asking him if he had any, and directly handed him a bottle of eye cream, "The dark circles under your eyes from staying up late last night are considered work-related injuries."
Xia Bai took it stupidly, "Do I really have dark circles under my eyes?"
"Let me see." Yang Mei turned Xia Bai's face and said, "It's okay, there's nothing there, it's not obvious."
"Wow! The captain gave you this, it's the best and most expensive eye cream in the mall." Skin care expert Yang Mei glanced at the eye cream in Xia Bai's hand and said, "You will definitely not have any dark circles after using it."
The skin care newbie looked at the black porcelain bottle again, smiled with her eyes curved, and put the eye cream into her pocket.
Yang Mei: "You apply it."
Xia Bai lowered his head: "I'm so embarrassed."
Yang Mei was bewildered. "You don't feel embarrassed about applying face cream, so why are you embarrassed about applying eye cream?"
Xia Bai: "Because it's stolen goods?"
“…”
As Ling Changye said, he originally wanted to have plastic surgery today, but after much hesitation, he still chose to do so.
The plastic surgeon sees one intern every hour and a half, and the queue is closed at 8 o'clock in the evening. Two people's plastic surgery time was wasted in the morning and the following day. Fearing that they would not be able to get a spot, those people rushed to queue up.
In the lower practice room, Zhong Zicang asked Wang Wei: "Are you really not going?"
Originally, after knowing that the treatment player could repair the plastic surgery, she wanted to have the surgery. She had signed up yesterday and was going to have the surgery today.
Wang Wei looked at him and shook her head, "Not going anymore."
“I want to be clean,” she said.
As they were talking, a trainee who had just finished plastic surgery came back. He said loudly, "Don't worry about it. There are no more plastic surgery spots today! Everyone in the queue has been sent back by the assistant."
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the practice room changed again.
It is one thing to hesitate whether to do something or not, and it is another thing to have no chance to do it.
"Oh no! I should get plastic surgery. Why am I so hesitant?"
"What should I do? What should I do? There is no chance!"
"They win in terms of looks. What should we do? If we can't get E..."
Not long after, another trainee came back and stared at Zhong Zicang angrily. "I could have had plastic surgery! I was supposed to have a spot today! The trainee who missed the middle group this morning took my spot away!"
Zhong Zicang smiled and said, "Sorry."
Wang Wei angrily retorted: "Even if the president didn't say it, do you know that no one else will take your place?"
Soon, another trainee came back and his plastic surgery spot was also taken away.
In Idol 404, the trainees are strictly ranked. They had no awareness of this when getting along with each other before, but when it came to life and death, they all seemed to think of what the producer had said, that trainees of different levels receive completely different treatment and benefits here.
After hearing that there were no more spots, many trainees wanted to have plastic surgery even more, so the higher-level trainees went to "ask" for spots from the lower-level ones.
Physical education teachers are people who value the hierarchy and etiquette among trainees, so they will naturally let lower-level trainees leave their seats for middle- and upper-level trainees.
Those whose plastic surgery spots were snatched away should have hated the high-level trainees who snatched their spots, but they seem to hate Zhong Zicang as well.
The two girls wanted to comfort Zhong Zicang, but he saw through them and said, "It's okay. They are just cowards. People are like this. When they are panicked and helpless, they will always find someone to blame."
He wasn't forcing a smile; he really didn't seem to care.
Seeing this, both girls breathed a sigh of relief.
Xia Bai was very curious. Did Zhong Zicang think about these things when he gathered everyone together in the morning?
He must have thought of it, that's why he was so calm.
By nine o'clock in the evening, a total of eleven trainees had undergone plastic surgery, accounting for a quarter of the total number of players, including four low-level trainees, five middle-level trainees, and two high-level trainees.
That night, more than half of the trainees couldn't sleep. The more they couldn't sleep, the more anxious they became. They were worried that their dark circles and tired looks would affect their appearance during the performance tomorrow. The more anxious they became, the less sleep they had. They spent the most anxious night of their lives.
At five o'clock on Sunday morning, the trainees were preparing to put on makeup and styling. The top trainees were still given priority, while the bottom trainees were at the end, and their work was done very sloppily.
At nine o'clock on Sunday morning, the first individual assessment officially began.
The studio was the same as the last time they came, with only twenty seats except for the judges. The top trainees sat on the single sofas, the middle trainees sat on the chairs, and the bottom trainees stood.
The producer looked a little excited, "Dear trainees, the first individual performance assessment is finally about to begin. How are your performance preparations going?"
Not wanting to answer, but fearing being spanked by the physique teacher, several trainees loudly answered, “Very good!”
"Very good." The producer's serious and gloomy face showed a smile, "I think our audience can't wait to watch it, so, our performance today officially begins!"
As he finished speaking, four familiar large screens appeared on the four walls. Seeing these large screens that almost surrounded the studio, many trainees' hearts skipped a beat, as if there were evil spirits inside.
There is indeed a ghost in there.
[Wow! It’s finally here! I’m going to be eliminated today, right? I can’t wait! ]
[Ahhh my spiritual food, 404 how can I live without you. 】
【Hurry, hurry, start the show! 】
Producer: "I will now explain the rating rules of this individual assessment to the audience and trainees again. After each trainee's performance, the audience and judges will score the trainee's appearance and talent respectively, of which appearance accounts for 60% of the individual rating, and talent accounts for 40% of the individual rating. The audience score accounts for 90% of the individual's final rating, and the judges account for 10%. Trainees with a final rating of F will be eliminated directly."
"This time, we will perform on stage in descending order according to our ranking from last time. The first one to go on stage is Yang Mei!"
【Ahhh, this is my first love! 】
[I miss my first love so much! 】
[Of course the boy who fell in love for the first time will be dizzy, double A for you! 】
Yang Mei was even more popular this time than last time. His stage attitude this time was much more serious. "I learned a girl group dance carefully this week. I hope everyone likes it."
With his terrifying skills, meticulous makeup, and heartfelt dancing, how could the audience not like him?
[I cried so much that he learned to dance for me.]
【Ahhh, he's so cute. 】
【Thank you for your hard work, baby. You danced so well. 】
Trainees: “…”
Confused, but numb.
Yang Mei got another B.
He bowed happily and trotted back.
Producer: "Congratulations to Yang Mei for passing the individual assessment. The next one to go on stage is Ling Changye."
Everyone stared at Ling Changye intently. Many people wanted to know what his skills were. He didn't use his skills last time, but this time it was a matter of life and death, so he should use his skills.
Some people also wonder what new directions he can open up for them if he doesn’t use his skills, and what new directions he can learn and imitate.
But everyone was disappointed, he still seemed to have no skills, and he didn't seem to have any new direction.
Ling Changye's makeup today was a bit serious. He wore a black suit with a white rose on his chest, which was as white as snow like the shirt underneath. He also wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, and a few strands of white hair were highlighted where the glasses chain hung.
He held a plain white hardcover book and read a eulogy in front of a black curtain.
His voice was a little low to begin with, and it was rare for him to be sincere and heartfelt as he slowly mourned his deceased son. He expressed the sorrow of a father seeing his son die before him vividly, and several players shed tears after hearing it.
Perhaps it was the thought that if they died in this game, their parents would suffer the same fate, so a smile remained on his face, but his tears flowed more and more violently.
However, they knew that no matter how touching the method used in the first stage was, the ghost audience would no longer buy it. The person who imitated him last time, F, had already confirmed it.
The players from the Holy Tour Guild and the Half Moon Group were also surprised. How could Ling Changye perform so... ordinary to them? They had high expectations for Ling Changye, but they didn't expect him to continue the style of his first stage. Could he really be an administrator? Has Qionglu run out of tricks?
The bald man laughed sarcastically and excitedly as he started to read the eulogy.
Usually Ling Changye looked calm and confident, and he thought Ling Changye was going to perform something amazing.
He might get an F and be eliminated.
No way, he won’t die in this game, right?
So he is just an administrative staff member who got into the Tourism Authority by his mother?
At that time he guessed he was, and Gu Quankun even said he was a hidden trump card.
Excitedly thinking, the bald man looked up at the bullet screen, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he cried out, "How, how could it be?!"
【Woo woo woo woo woo woo! 】
[My defense was broken, and I cried to death. 】
[I feel so bad. I miss my dad so much.]
【Dad, don’t be like this, Dad. 】
Many trainees had question marks on their faces.
Could it be that they don't understand these ghosts well enough, or that they haven't grasped their pain points? Are they going to play the family card?
Or is it that Ling Changye's skill is related to "qi"? Last time he played the suona, and this time he read the eulogy, both used qi, and the ghosts were moved.
Only Xia Bai had a blank face and knew what was going on.
He really copied Yang Mei's skills, but he chose the Dad card. Now all the ghosts have a dad filter for him, and he read the eulogy for his son so sincerely, how can he not be moved.
When players saw him dressed as a father and reading a eulogy for his son, they thought he was reminding the ghosts of their father and did not doubt the many "fathers" that appeared on the screen.
Ling Changye also got a B amid the players' confusion.
Next were Shi Danfeng and Liu Qiang. They both had skills and performed a similar show using the skills they had last time, but Shi Danfeng got a D and Guangtou got an E, both one level lower than their first stage performance.
Sure enough, as the producer said, the rating is stricter this time.
Producer: "Next, Liao Manni."
The first person to have plastic surgery came on stage.
All the players stared at her and the barrage.
Liao Manni walked onto the stage confidently, showing a standard sweet smile to the judges and the big screen, without any of the stiffness she had on the first stage. "Hello everyone, I will perform a folk dance for you tonight."
【Wow! She has made great progress! 】
[I couldn't take my eyes off it the moment I came in. 】
[Not bad, you have a nice mouth. ]
Xia Bai's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He knew that Liao Manni would definitely pass the individual assessment. Most people who had plastic surgery could pass the individual assessment as long as their performance was satisfactory.
The advantages gained by players who undergo plastic surgery are not just the appearance which accounts for 60%.
And then there are the parts of their bodies that they had plastic surgery for.
Those are the parts of a dead person. For players, the thought of having a dead person's parts on their body is creepy, but for ghost viewers, it is novel and tempting.
He has confirmed through his first stage that the ghost audiences love corpses. Ling Changye compared corpses to the home that ghosts want.
Players have excellent parts of dead people or corpses on their bodies, which not only increases their appearance, but also increases their popularity among ghosts, and their popularity will directly affect the audience's scores.
Sure enough, under the strict scoring standards, Liao Manni's performance did not improve much, but she still got an E.
Another member of the top group, Feng Sheng, who had no skills and had undergone plastic surgery, also got an E.
All the trainees intuitively felt the effects of plastic surgery.
All the trainees in the top group passed the assessment, and the pressure was put on the middle and bottom groups. They were all people who had received an F grade in the relatively relaxed initial stage evaluation. Faced with the approach of death, one by one they began to regret why they did not have plastic surgery.
Producer: "Congratulations to all the trainees in the top group for passing the individual assessment. Now, please welcome the first trainee in the middle group, You Mohan."
You Mohan is also one of the players who received a lot of attention. He did not use any skills to perform on the last stage, so he got an F and went to the middle group.
He didn't go for plastic surgery, so in order to survive this time, he obviously has to use his skills to perform something special.
Even the Tourism Bureau didn't know about his skills, so Xia Bai was curious about what his skills were.
You Mohan walked onto the stage calmly. His stage attire today looked pale and haggard, his lips were white, the corners of his eyes were red, and he was wearing the blue and white striped hospital gown commonly seen in hospitals.
"Good morning, three judges and audience members. Today I will bring you a dance called "The Road to Fighting Cancer."
Several trainees in the lower group looked at each other. The direction of You Mohan's performance might be what they had discussed, something like the fight against death in the emergency room.
But this is indeed suitable for group performances. It would be more effective if a doctor tried to save a patient who did not want to die. Could dance be a way for a dying person to redeem himself?
This week the trainees will observe each other. As the president of the Half Moon Group, You Mohan naturally receives a lot of attention. He is the only one among the big guys who practices hard and practices dancing every day. Sure enough, what he performs is dancing, and he dances very well and is very contagious.
Xia Bai could feel from him the hope, despair, and hope of a dying person, this repeated torture and struggle.
What’s mind-numbing is that he realistically shows the cancer, with the tumor growing, shrinking, and growing from his knee.
The players watched his performance in shock, as if their knees were aching.
Cancer began to spread throughout his body. The tumors grew and spread. He tore off his hospital gown in agony. His entire body was covered with hideous tumors.
Finally, he burst out with tremendous vitality in despair, and the tumor was removed and scattered all over the stage.
He beat cancer.
Looking at the jumping tumors on the stage, many players were so shocked that they forgot to breathe.
Xia Bai thought of what he saw in the information of the Game Management Bureau. A player exploded in front of You Mohan, so his skill was human body expansion?
The barrage was very passionate, and You Mohan got a C.
The producer clapped his hands. "Not bad, great progress. Congratulations to You Mohan for passing the individual assessment. The next one to go on stage is Wang Qiu."
Before everyone could recover from You Mohan's performance, the next trainee came on stage.
There were no surprises or accidents on Wang Qiu's stage. He also had plastic surgery and he also got an E grade.
Producer: "Congratulations, Wang Qiu, you passed the assessment. The next one to go on stage is Sun Lijie."
Sun Lijie is a good-looking male player with a pair of very bright and beautiful phoenix eyes. He is the third male player in the middle group to go on stage according to his performance. That means he is one of the best among all the F-level players.
After a series of wonderful performances and high-looking presentations, he was the first big player in the non-plastic surgery and non-superior group to go on stage. It could be seen that he was a little nervous.
His vivid facial features will become awkward and uneasy due to his nervousness, and even slightly deformed and ugly. At the same time, the strong lights that are omnipresent on the stage will magnify all of this.
[0 points for facial expression management.]
[I'm used to seeing things that are pleasing to the eyes, but suddenly here comes something else. 】
Seeing the barrage, Sun Lijie became even more nervous and was shaking with nervousness.
This tension is something the trainees can relate to very well, as it is a matter of life and death, and the barrage of comments is almost sentencing him to death.
Imagine that I was standing on the stage at this moment and I was already out of breath.
But on the trainee stage where facial expression management is emphasized, you must not be nervous. Being too nervous is tantamount to sentencing yourself to death.
Sun Lijie tried hard to smile, but he burst into tears.
Many trainees looked away. Some were too nervous to watch anymore because they were afraid it would affect them. Some just couldn't bear to watch anymore because they had already foreseen the ending.
Sun Lijie played two roles and performed a skit.
Being so nervous and performing the skit with tears in their eyes, you can imagine the effect.
His trembling movements on the stage were helpless, and everyone could hear his heavy, intermittent breathing. His voice had an obvious tremor and crying tone, and he forgot his lines several times... This was a terrifying torture for the other trainees and audience members who were watching.
Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer, and amid the scolding from the four screens, he broke down and cried as if he had given up.
The three judges sat in the front in silence and gloom, and the studio suddenly became so quiet that it was hard to breathe.
The barrage was filled with Fs.
“No, no, let me go, please.” He stood on the stage and kowtowed to the three judges and the big screen, “I don’t want to die! Please, please…”
The three judges remained silent, like corpses that had been dead for many years.
They were sitting or standing behind the judges and could not see their expressions. They only saw that Sun Lijie did not get a response from the judges and began to flee around the stage.
He ran desperately, as if he could not escape the F that was rushing towards him from all directions.
Two holes in the shape of F appeared in the middle of the stage. In panic, he fell directly into one of the holes. It seemed like a vacuum zone that absorbed all sounds and only discharged blood.
That much blood probably belonged to one person.
It turns out that all the blood of one person cannot cover the stage.
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