Chapter 52 Huaning TV Station 12
"I knew you wouldn't recognize me." He said with a smile, and even the curve of his mouth didn't change when he spoke.
"Captain? You, what's wrong with you..." Ding Jingchen said blankly.
"I went down at noon to learn about the situation of the medium group, and then signed up for plastic surgery."
Zhong Zicang said, "I heard from them that the middle group has become You Mohan's one-man show. He first urged the only player in their group who hadn't had plastic surgery to get it done. After that, he was the only one left in their group who hadn't had plastic surgery. The side effects of the surgery started to become serious. The players who had had plastic surgery had to rely on him to survive, so he could ask them to have plastic surgery at will. If one or two times didn't work, there would be a third time."
"I'm sorry, I lied to you. I didn't have the confidence to beat the senior trainees and trainees who had undergone one or two plastic surgery in their group." Zhong Zicang said, "So, I grabbed a plastic surgery spot."
"But now I have confidence. The physique teacher said that as long as the program of the perfect trainee with full body plastic surgery is not bad, it will be at the level of the talent instructor. The individual rating will definitely be A. Our group and their group will compete in the program at that time."
Maybe it wasn't when he went down at noon, maybe he had this idea a long time ago. Wang Wei died, many volunteers died, more than half of the volunteers died in one assessment, if they lost the next one, more than half of the remaining volunteers might die again.
On the day of the individual assessment, he was pale and his jaw was clenched. He calmed down the next day and has remained calm until today.
He probably made a decision on the night when the individual assessment ended. After that, he has been calmly and steadily organizing and encouraging everyone.
Zhang Runyue's eyes turned red and she wanted to say something but couldn't.
"But, but, you will be devoured by them. Everything you see, smell, taste, and hear will be..." Zheng Shaoning choked up and said, "You will completely lose yourself, and your soul will be devoured by them."
Just one of these was terrifying enough, but what would it feel like if all of them were combined? It was as if he had even grown taller, and his entire body was impenetrable.
I don’t know if he can hold out for just one of these items until the next individual assessment. If all of them are taken together, how long can he hold out and what will become of him?
No self, no soul.
He would no longer exist.
"It's better to put it on one person than five or six people." Zhong Zicang waved his hand, "Stop talking, I've prepared the food, let's go back to the dormitory and have dinner."
"Why do you do this?" Xia Bai asked again, muttering as if talking to himself.
Zhong Zicang heard it anyway, and he laughed. It was probably because he laughed so lightly that it was no longer noticeable. “I told you, I will try my best to bring everyone back to school.”
Xia Bai looked up at him, "Zhong Zicang, can you give me your body?"
Zhong Zicang smiled and was stunned for a moment, "What? What are you going to do?"
Xia Bai: "I'll take you back to school."
Zhong Zicang looked at Xia Bai for a long time, his smiling eyes twitched slightly, and what finally emerged was still a smile, but it seemed like it was more than just a smile.
"Take me back to school." He lowered his head with a smile on his face and repeated.
Xia Bai: "This is related to my skills. If you agree, I can take your body out of the game and use your body."
"Okay." Zhong Zicang raised his head. "It's great that I can give you my body. Otherwise, I think my body and the facial features I have now will be reused by them and repeatedly applied to other people's faces. If you take me back to school and you don't need me anymore, let me be a cadaver teacher in our school."
Zhang Zicang smiled and said, "I originally wanted to be a cadaver teacher after I die. Being a cadaver teacher in my alma mater is much, much, much better than being a plastic surgery material here."
Xia Bai nodded, "Okay."
Zhong Zicang looked at the other people again, "If they also..."
Xia Bai looked at Zheng Shaoning, who was closest to him, and said, "Zheng Shaoning, can you give me your body?"
"Sure! If I die, please take me back to school to be a cadaver teacher." Zheng Shaoning said, "Who the hell wants to stay here and be their cold plastic surgery material? If I go back to school to be a cadaver teacher, my juniors will bow to me before using me!"
Xia Bai looked at Zhang Runyue next to him, "Zhang Runyue, can you give me your body?"
Zhang Runyue: "Sure. Please take me back to school to be a cadaver teacher."
Xia Bai: "Tian Sihan, can you give me your body?"
Tian Sihan: "Sure, please take me back to school to be a cadaver teacher."
Xia Bai: "Hu Yihang, can you give me your body?"
Hu Yihang took a while to respond, "Sure, please take me back to school and let me be a cadaver teacher."
Xia Bai knew what Zhong Zicang meant. If something happened to him, he should fulfill his wish and take them back to school. He had asked the remaining volunteers in their school.
Ding Jingchen: "And me? Why didn't you ask?"
Xia Bai was stunned for a moment and asked, "Ding Jingchen, can you give me your body?"
Ding Jingchen: "Sure! Please let me be a cadaver teacher in your school!"
People kept approaching.
Xia Bai: "Mei Jiaying, can you give me your body?"
Mei Jiaying: "Sure, I'll go to your school and be a cadaver teacher."
Xia Bai: "Wang Chuang, can you give me your body?"
Wang Chuang: "Sure, I'll do the same. Take me to your school to be a cadaver teacher."
…
Tian Sihan cried and laughed, "Whether we live or die, we can go back to school together."
Zhang Runyue: "What a pity, if it was Wei..."
She started and stopped quickly.
Xia Bai knew she was talking about Wang Wei. Before she learned the truth about the plastic surgery, Xia Bai had never thought of asking these volunteer classmates. At that time, their relationship was not so good, and they were under too much pressure. Asking this question was like waiting for them to die, and the result would not be good.
When Wang Wei went on stage, he stopped her and asked her twice, but she was too nervous and didn't hear what he was asking.
Zhong Zicang smiled and said, "Okay, now we are free, let's go back and have dinner, and then we will perform well tomorrow."
Twelve people squeezed into one dormitory to eat. There were two rows of iron beds facing each other with six beds, just enough for two people to sit on each bed.
They each had a box of white rice and shared some of Xia Bai's dishes, chatting and eating leisurely.
"Hey? Our show has come true. We are now really the corpse driver Xia Bai and his corpses!"
"He's not dead yet, why are you in such a hurry?"
"I just think it's magical, and I don't feel scared anymore."
"Don't tell me, I'm really not afraid of you, Corpse Brother."
"What? Get out of here, my brother! I joined before you!"
You're right, it's magical. Now they don't seem to be so scared anymore. Their final destination has been settled. The worst case scenario is that they all go back to Heping Medical College to be teachers.
The people in the room became closer invisibly. In addition to being teammates who shared life and death together, they also felt like a family.
Xia Bai looked at the people in the room who had left their names on his phone and ate two more mouthfuls of rice.
For the first time, he felt his skills were working well.
At 9am on Sunday, the idol 404 group competition began. At 8:30am, the trainees entered the venue one after another.
The trainees from the lower group were still standing in the last row. They arrived the earliest. When the trainees from the upper and middle groups arrived, they would look at them, mainly at Zhong Zicang, whose original appearance was completely unrecognizable, and were also surprised at their calmness.
The tension and panic on their faces and bodies were obviously much less.
The more they acted like this, the more nervous the other trainees became. The most nervous ones were actually the trainees at the back of the top group, not the fully plastic surgery players in the middle group.
Originally, the players in the top group were the most relaxed. Even those at the end were not nervous. They all thought that with a few big guys in charge, elimination would have nothing to do with them. They just watched the middle and lower groups fight hard, and guessed which group would be eliminated by 30%.
Even Liao Manni, who was most fond of plastic surgery, stopped going for it.
After she knew what happened last night, it was too late for her to go for plastic surgery. The body shape teacher said that the last person to be plastic surgery would take a lot of time and no more people would be accepted.
The last person was naturally the Zhong Zicang she was looking at. He was responsible for the whole process from beginning to end and was able to do the work of seven or eight people.
Yang Mei, who had finished putting on makeup, walked over to them and stuffed a bottle of milk into Zhong Zicang's hand. Zhong Zicang was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, he slowly said, "Thank you."
"Yeah." Yang Mei heard his slowness and said without saying a word, "You guys should work harder."
When he left, he gave Xia Bai another bottle of milk and said to him, "Brother, don't worry."
Xia Bai thought he was just comforting himself, so he nodded. When he saw the three judges coming in, he said, "It's about to start, you should go back."
Yang Mei: "You guys drink, and then I'll leave."
After Xia Bai and Zhong Zicang drank the warm milk, he ran to Ling Changye and said something to him.
After the three judges took their seats, four screens slowly descended.
【Yang Mei, here I come! 】
[Xia Bai, here I come, number one! ]
[Where's my dad? My dad is so handsome! ]
【It’s finally airing, I miss you so much! 】
As soon as nine o'clock arrived, the producer stood up and said, "Good morning, audience members and trainees! Our first team competition has finally begun."
"Before the competition officially begins, I will announce the rules and order of performance. There are only three stages today. The first one to go on stage is the top group, the second one is the middle group, and the third one is the bottom group. During their performances, please rate their group's performance and each person's appearance. The rating will end after the performance. At the same time, each audience member has three votes. After all their performances are over, please vote for your three favorite trainees. Please vote carefully, as your vote will determine whether they stay or go."
"Ultimately, we will create new top, middle and bottom groups based on the scores. The bottom group will eliminate the bottom 30% of the group and no less than two trainees, and the middle group will eliminate 10% and no less than one trainee."
"The competition rules and elimination rules have been announced. Now, let's start the first performance of the day and welcome the trainees from the top group."
Without any pause or relaxation, the competition performance began.
The seven trainees from the top group stood up from the sofa together and walked onto the stage.
They had heard Yang Mei say before that the program of the top group was a collection of seven solo performances. As for this willful performance, they could only say that it was worthy of being the top group.
But the top group didn't completely look after themselves. At least they had relatively uniform stage costumes. They looked like a family with different identities.
Ling Changye said: "Good morning, judges and audience. The show our group is bringing to you today is "Family Gala."
“…”
Ling Changye: "I am the father of the family."
Yang Mei: "I am the younger brother of the family."
Shi Danfeng: "I am the mother of the family."
Liu Qiang: "I am the older brother in the family."
Liao Manni: "I am the elder sister in the family."
Tang Yingfeng: "I am the grandmother of the family."
Feng Sheng: "I am the grandfather of the family."
The seven trainees then greeted the audience and judges one by one. With a row of people standing on the stage like this, it was clear at a glance who was calm and who was nervous.
The most nervous ones were Liao Manni and Feng Sheng, the only two people in the top group who had undergone plastic surgery and also had no skills.
Liao Manni still had that standard sweet smile on her face, no longer as stiff as she was on her first stage, but the panic in her eyes was evident.
All her confidence comes from her beauty. When the sense of security that the group gave her was gone and she faced a group of people in the audience who had undergone multiple plastic surgeries to perfection or were born with good looks, her confidence began to dissipate.
Feng Sheng was even worse than her. He had plastic surgery on his nose, and even his smile was becoming increasingly stiff.
The other five people were relatively relaxed.
A person's aura and posture really affect their appearance. These five people look much more eye-catching than the other two.
[What two things got mixed in? ]
[What a pity! If there were only five of us, this would be a killer lineup.]
[Alas, who asked them to be in the same group with Yang Mei? Yang Mei must be in the top group, so give her more points.]
【Come on, Dad! Go for it, Dad! 】
After seeing the barrage, Liao Manni and Feng Sheng became more nervous at first, but then relaxed a little.
It is indeed nice to enjoy the shade under a big tree.
Yang Mei and others' high popularity can save their lives.
The trainees from the other two groups were not too uncomfortable seeing the barrage. They had long known that having popular trainees in the group would be a great advantage. They also understood that it would be difficult to surpass the top group, and they did not have such a goal.
The performance of the top group began.
Just like what Yang Mei said at the beginning, they almost all performed on their own, pretending to be a family. One family held a family party after dinner and took turns performing.
Yang Mei imitated animals, Ling Changye performed regeneration magic, Shi Danfeng sang a lullaby, Bald Qiang performed live plastic surgery, Tang Yingfeng performed life and death, Liao Manni continued to dance, and Feng Sheng danced with a sword.
As expected, nervous people performed in a tense and unnatural manner, while relaxed people performed in a relaxed manner, which was easy on the eyes and nerves.
After their performance, they stood on the stage waiting for their scores.
A small rotating white daisy appeared on the big screen behind the stage, and the scores were being counted.
81230 points.
This is the first score. No one knows whether this score is very high, but judging from the reaction of the barrage, it is definitely not low.
Producer: "Thank you for the performance of the top group. Now, please welcome the trainees of the middle group."
After the trainees from the top group came down, the trainees from the middle group immediately went up.
This is a group of trainees with average looks. If an ordinary person can have the worst part of his face reshaped to look perfect, his overall looks will be greatly improved.
Seven people standing in a row, with standard smiles on their faces and dead body parts, will probably make the ghost audience's eyes light up and feel happy.
really.
【Wow! I like this set so much! 】
【No one is a slacker! 】
[My mood is very stable. 】
Of course their emotions are stable. Except for the president of the One and a Half Moons Dormitory, all others have had plastic surgery, some twice. The lightest ones are like Liao Manni and Feng Sheng, who had surgery on their noses and mouths. Once they add eyes and ears, their self-perception has been swallowed up a lot and they don't have many emotions.
However, he is good-looking, has good expression management, is emotionally stable and not nervous, and still has dead body parts, which is what ghost audiences like the most.
Looking at this group of people, the people in the lower group couldn't help but become nervous again.
You Mohan: "Good morning, judges and audience. Our group is bringing you the show "Every Day is Ghost Festival."
“I play a ghost who just died in the show.”
"In the show, I play a ghost who has been dead for a year and wants to return to the human world, but is chased away everywhere."
“I play a ghost in the show who has depression two years after his death.”
"I play a ghost who has been dead for three years and is increasingly lonely and has forgotten how to speak."
…
The trainees in the lower group were all stunned. They were pretending to be corpses, while the middle group were pretending to be ghosts.
They pretend to be corpses because ghost audiences like corpses, so they act in the direction that ghost audiences like and present them with a show that they love most.
To play a ghost is to act from the perspective of the ghost audience, and looking at their introductions, they are all ghosts who had a very bad life after death. It is very likely that the way they take is to enter the hearts of the ghost audience and heal the ghost's heart.
It’s hard to say whose show is more appealing to the devil.
Not only are they good-looking, but their programs are also very creative and attentive.
At the beginning of the show, the ghost with depression was unconsciously hurting himself. He was really hurting himself. He took a knife and cut a deep cut on his arm.
Other "ghosts" came on stage one after another, performing their own predicaments and sorrows.
They are all a group of sick or injured ghosts, but no one cares about the injured ghosts. It seems that they are born without getting sick or injured. They don’t even realize that they are sick, but just sink deeper and deeper into the dark environment.
Until the ghost who had just died, played by You Mohan, knocked on their door.
A pulse slowly began to beat at the cut, a real and obvious pulse that everyone could see, and the bulging and vibrating blood vessels spread from the arm to the whole body.
The same goes for the other ghosts he pulled out.
They danced together, as if they were alive again, and their hearts began to beat.
This is their festival, a place where ghosts can gather and laugh.
【I am really touched.】
[They really are. I admit that I was touched and felt sad.]
[Be brave to open the microphone, this is the real group performance! 】
The trainees in the lower group also admitted that their performances were good and realistic, and the damage was truly inflicted on the bodies. In the end, it should have been You Mohan's skills that made the blood vessels of each "ghost" tremble, adding the icing on the cake, as if the ghosts had been reborn and dead trees came back to life.
They stared nervously at the small chrysanthemums spinning on the big screen.
Producer: "Let's see what the score of the middle group is... Keep it secret for now! Let's wait until the last group finishes their performance and then reveal it together."
“…”
Producer: "Well, let's invite the last group, the lower group of trainees, to perform on stage."
"Don't...don't be nervous. Trust us. My show is great." Before going on stage, Zhong Zicang encouraged them one last time, "There's nothing to be afraid of, right?"
Nothing to be afraid of, right?
If someone else used this sentence to comfort them, the effect would definitely be average.
But it was Zhong Zicang. It was Zhong Zicang who had undergone full-body plastic surgery, and after only one day, his reactions became noticeably slower.
He was no longer recognizable, his features and skin were devouring him, and he was about to become a hollow shell. He said there was nothing to be afraid of, right?
"yes!"
"What is there to be afraid of?"
"It's better to go to Peace Medical College and contribute to medicine than to suffer this torture here."
They didn't say it out loud, but they thought so in their hearts and were really comforted by him and were not so nervous anymore.
He also said, trust us.
They believe in themselves, they have good ideas, and they have trained to the point where they can accurately time and perform smoothly with their eyes closed.
Zhong Zicang brought them onto the stage and stood among them.
He paused for a few seconds and did not speak immediately. The trainees were not anxious and waited for him calmly.
"Good morning, judges and audience." Zhong Zicang paused for a few seconds and said politely, "We are trainees from the lower group. Today we will bring you a story about corpse chasers and gods of joy, called "Send Me Home."
The trainees on the stage were all dressed like corpses, with gray-purple skin, stiff faces and bodies. Some had red lips that reached their ears, and some had long nails. They all got into the mood from the second they stepped on stage.
[Wow! The person who is speaking is amazing! ]
【The Chosen Idol! The King! 】
[Oh my god! Look what I see! Dead bodies all over the stage!]
As soon as Xia Bai sat down, two corpses with corpse-controlling talismans attached to them emerged from under the stage, immediately pushing the popularity of the barrage to a new high.
【Ahhh it’s Xia Bai! 】
[My treasure boy, he can also control corpses! ]
Xia Bai lifted the two bodies from the ground, "Mom and Dad, the night is beautiful tonight, let's continue on our journey."
Not only the audience, but even the trainees on the scene were slightly stunned.
Most people here have heard of corpse drivers. In the old days, corpse drivers were people who brought people who died in foreign lands back to their hometowns. They took money, traveled thousands of miles, and sent intact corpses to their own homes. They respectfully called these corpses "Gods of Joy", but most of them did not recognize them.
This corpse driver is driving his own parents.
His mom and dad were dead, and he was bringing them home.
For some reason, they all felt the loneliness of the corpse driver. He might not have any relatives in this world, and the living people he met would avoid him.
Later, he met two corpses that were thrown out of the village on the road. The villagers said that their corpses were contagious and could not be left in the village.
He listened to their stories and took them with him.
Later, he encountered an abandoned female corpse. Female corpses were not worthy of being buried in the ancestral tomb, especially those who were divorced by their husbands and had no sons.
He took her with him.
Along the way, he encountered many corpses. The number of corpses he drove increased, and the scene became more and more lively.
Gradually, he no longer felt lonely. Some people may feel lonely even when surrounded by a crowd, but he didn't feel lonely because he had company.
The abandoned corpse was no longer alone. They played and joked along the way. You took off my hat and I poked your nostrils. Although I was very stiff, I seemed to be able to feel their peace of mind and smiles.
The corpse driver took them in and buried them all in his own yard. He would dig them out at night to bask in the moonlight.
Under the moonlight, he smiled and said, "I have a home now. You guys can go home now."
【Don't use the corpse knife to kill me. 】
[We have a home, woooo, woooo, I also want a home like this. 】
[I don’t know who to envy for the moment, so I wish you all the best, and hope you all stay with me! ]
After the bottom group finished their performance, they pulled each other to stand up. The producer did not let them come down, but asked the trainees from the other two groups to come on stage and announce the final results of the three groups together.
The results of the top group have come out. In the first column, there is a tall green column with 81230, and next to it are empty columns for the middle and bottom groups.
Producer: "Now, let's take a look at the results of the other two groups."
The two groups of bars began to rise rapidly.
All the trainees looked up at the big screen, staring at it intently, without breathing.
The data of the middle group and the lower group were almost the same, but in the end the middle group surpassed the upper group by 82250.
The lower group surpassed the middle group, 85,980.
"Wow——" a cry came from the lower group.
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