Chapter 18
When Ji Yan found Jie Xichao in the practice room, he was leaning against the piano and looking at the music score.
He was wearing a pure black dance costume that was soft and loose. It makes your skin look whiter.
Compared to before, his complexion has improved a lot. At least his lips were rosy instead of the pale color they had been before. The setting sun outside the window fell on his profile, giving it a soft golden hue.
Ji Yan, who was in a hurry just now, couldn't help but slow down his pace.
In fact, Xie Xichao has always been very approachable. But sometimes, he always felt that the other person was like a butterfly, beautiful, but always elusive to catch, as if it would dissipate into the air at any time.
He scratched his hair, lost in thought for a second, then remembered the important matter and called for help:
"elder brother."
Xie Xichao raised his head.
He collected the music sheet and said, "Good morning, have you eaten?"
Ji Yan: “…”
No, it’s already afternoon.
Brother, could you be a little more perfunctory when you greet me?
The illusion just now disappeared, Ji Yan sat down on the piano stool and said, "The first week's voting rankings are out."
Jie Xichao paused.
"Super Rookie" has an established practice of updating the rankings once a week.
This ranking will not only appear at the end of each program to help encourage ticket sales, but will also appear on the bulletin board on the first floor of the dormitory building.
He said, "Yeah."
Ji Yan was upset by his calm attitude: "Brother, aren't you curious about how much you have?"
"I'm not curious." Xie Xichao said, "Between 50 and 60."
He threw the dice, looked at the face of the dice, and said, "It says 56, so it's 56."
Ji Yan: “…”
Ji Yan: “…………”
Xie Xichao was delighted: "Really?"
Ji Yan jumped up: "No, brother, you and this thing have become spirits!"
“Fifty-six,” he said. “That’s right.”
Xie Xichao was actually just guessing, and he was a little surprised when he heard this.
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In fact, Jie Xichao could feel that the dice in his hand had some spirituality. After all, it is something that comes from the system. But this thing is, after all, a dead object that can't talk, so its spirituality is limited.
He put the dice into his pocket, thinking that the small entertainment gift he brought was a good choice. When he looked up, he saw Ji Yan, who had not disappeared yet, with a look of astonishment.
He laughed: "What's that expression on your face? It's really a coincidence. You just saw it."
"...I saw it." Ji Yan said, "That's why I was surprised."
"But 50-60 is my own guess." He scratched his hair, "How did you guess it?"
Xie Xichao did not answer him, but just asked: "How much do you have?"
"...12." Ji Yan said.
Xie Xichao was really surprised this time: "You have a lot of fans."
"Oh, they are all old fans." Ji Yan swayed his legs. He really didn't care much about his number of votes. "They will be surpassed by others in the future."
He paused, "Actually, 56 is high for an amateur, and it's only been a week. I am..."
He couldn't tell.
When he first looked at the rankings, many people were actually talking about Jie Xichao. His number of Weibo followers was only over 2,000 before the show started, but now it has increased to tens of thousands.
As for the ranking of 56, it is also a level of rapid advancement for an unknown person. At least one round is to select 60 out of 100, and Jie Xichao has been promoted to the second round.
It was obviously a very good result, but he always felt that something was not right.
He was thinking about his brother’s great debut performance, his excellent self-composed music, and his shocking initial ratings. As soon as the show is aired, shouldn't it soar to the top and aim for the center position?
56……
It's a bit too ordinary.
He was the person who was most familiar with Jie Xichao. He naturally knew how strict Jie Xichao was with himself and how outstanding he was. The more familiar he was with him, the more he felt sorry for him.
He even felt that his ranking of 12th was ridiculous, considering that his first stage rating was only a C.
But Xie Xichao said, "Ji Yan, don't underestimate yourself."
He paused, "You are very popular with the audience."
Ji Yan was stunned.
Xie Xichao's tone was very calm, but Ji Yan felt for no reason that this was not a casual consolation.
He felt a little embarrassed, his ears burned, and then he asked tentatively: "Brother, you...are you not unhappy?"
Xie Xichao put away the music score and answered him: "No."
Ji Yan looked at him and found that his expression was indeed the same as usual.
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Xie Xichao was indeed not unhappy at all.
The reason is simple:
As he and Ji Yan showed, he had already guessed his ranking.
He has participated in too many talent shows. It is no exaggeration to say that he has won rankings at any level. He knows all the twists and turns involved, from the program team to the fans.
The reasoning behind ranking only needs to revolve around one sentence:
He is not the person the program team wants.
That's enough.
Because he is not the person the program team wants, the program team will try their best to reduce his presence.
There are only a few ways to edit: reducing the number of shots, making bad cuts, or weakening the character through editing.
This is why he sat in the C position at the beginning, and then had to get the initial C position in the re-evaluation before his body was fully recovered.
These two Cs ensured that for the sake of the program's complete storyline, the production team would not cut most of his shots, let alone let him be eliminated in the first round. At the beginning of the show, malicious editing techniques were generally used to first suppress and then praise people, so only the last one was left.
What does it mean to weaken a character?
It can be reflected from the opposite angle. When the program team wants to promote someone, the methods they use are usually praise from mentors, staff and students, a complete growth story line, and even exaggerated special effects, atmosphere rendering and even sound editing on stage.
On the other hand, when the program team doesn’t want to promote someone, all these will disappear.
If Xie Xichao guessed correctly, his stage should be in the middle and back position, and there will definitely be no energetic songs or atmosphere groups before and after, and there will be no comments from the mentors after his performance.
Under such circumstances, it is normal that the ranking is not high.
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If Ma Hongping could read minds, he would be scared to death by now.
Because Xie Xichao's guess was basically 99% similar to his idea. What Xie Xichao had not expected was that even so, his popularity was frighteningly high. At least at the moment, Ma Hongping was sweating coldly as he watched the barrage of comments.
On the screen, a handsome and delicate-looking young man spoke in a hoarse voice, and his drooping eyes seemed to be glowing.
The comments scrolled by like crazy, almost all of them were praises.
"Fuck, I'm going crazy, this sounds too good"
“Ahhh, self-composed music! Oh my god, this is a genius, he is so good at writing and singing.”
"This is not retouched at all... This voice makes the sound editors go off duty, the production team should pay me"
Seeing the last message, Ma Hongping twitched the corners of his mouth and couldn't smile at all.
Such comments have been everywhere over the past week. In the barrage, forums, and even official blog comments, countless people were discussing Jie Xichao. This was not what the program team wanted to see at all.
The intern at the side observed and said, "Um... Director Ma, is the popularity still high?"
Ma Hongping was a little irritable: "Hasn't it been pressed several times?"
"The trending searches have all been suppressed. The previous one has had traffic restricted." The intern's tone was innocent, "But the blogger posted a new one, and the new one has almost 5,000 reposts. The blogger has a lot of traffic. She posted it herself, and we didn't pay her."
Ma Hongping: “…”
"Forget it." He gave up on himself, "It's been a week, so let it be."
He paused, "Have you finalized the song selection and rules for the first public performance?"
The intern was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you and Sister Yan have agreed on that before?"
Ma Hongping didn't say anything.
The intern brought the manuscript, he glanced at it, pondered for a while, crossed out one of the lines, and then wrote a few words next to it.
He told the intern: "Show this to Yan'er and ask her to follow this plan."
The intern responded and left.
At the same time, on the Internet, because there was no human intervention, Xie Xichao's first video with 10,000 reposts was finally born.
Blogger Ming Ling looked at the data of reposts, likes and comments in the background, and felt relieved, but also frowned.
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