Day 147
[Wow, I just realized that this year's first place is no surprise]
[There was no suspense in the first place, right? Look, the production team didn’t even arrange the first and second signing events.]
[It's understandable. The first one is so obvious, so what's the point of dragging the second one into a competition? Is it to cause a fight between the two fans in the future?]
[But… I’m still a little worried. What the hell is that stinky Hengyu up to? I don’t believe that Qunxing didn’t buy him some trolls.]
[I’m sure you’ll buy it! Didn’t you see his vote count skyrocket before the voting closed?]
[Ah? Nothing's going to happen, right?]
[No way, didn't the seventh candidate just sweep him? Bo Mi is also the seventh candidate, there's no way he can be first]
[Well, if we follow the rhythm of the early stage of this crappy show, it is possible that such disgusting operations will occur, but it is hard to say now.]
[I don’t think so. Dongri invested in the last two issues and it’s clear they want to run Newera well.]
[But... Miss Dongri and Zhou Hengyu seem to be having an affair, don't forget it.]
[??? Stop insulting the young lady, okay? It's just gossip, and it's over already. She doesn't even look down on the young lady's family, and she's still trying to climb higher.]
[Huh? Missy is already top-notch, right?]
[It's top-tier domestically, but it's not considered a capital city globally. The Zhou family is aiming to become one of the world's top families.]
[Wow, this son-in-law is a wealthy family son-in-law, and he is also a world-renowned son-in-law]
[Goodbye, there is no shadow yet]
[So, do you know what's going on with the people other than the seven?]
[?yes]
[The one with a three-character name, very cheerful, and reportedly gets along well with the eldest daughter]
[Who is it?]
[Ohhhh, I get it! No wonder he said during the live broadcast the day before yesterday that if he couldn't debut, he would become an amateur. This is the emotional foreshadowing.]
There were frequent disturbances on the Internet, but the atmosphere at the scene was almost frozen.
Inside the massive stadium, only the pounding of hearts remained. Spotlights, like the needles of fate, flickered between the last few young men, illuminating their pale faces in flickering light.
People were surprised to find that the debutants seemed to be all in the "True Colors" group. Their colorful clothes contrasted with the pale white next door, as if they were guided by some kind of fate.
Jiang Sulin stood in the center of the stage, clutching the card that would determine his fate. This former top idol, known for his calmness and authority, had a slight tremor in his fingertips.
Although he guessed the result, the string of numbers still seemed incredible to him.
He took a deep breath, trying to restore his voice to its usual calmness, but the moment he opened his mouth, a barely perceptible sob still leaked out:
"After the careful selection of hundreds of millions of viewers, the number one winner of 'New Century Idol' is——"
He paused for a rare moment and glanced at the audience.
Jiang Sulin's voice spread throughout the audience through the microphone, carrying an excitement that was shaped by time and responsibility:
"It is with sincerity and sweat, through hardships and setbacks, that he has come to us step by step - Fu Xunyan!"
"congratulations!"
The moment the words fell, the whole audience erupted in a prolonged cheer.
On the pyramid opposite the stage, the six people jumped down from the small platform without paying any attention to the election officials' obstruction.
The light and the wind passed by their corner, embellishing the wanton smiles on their lips.
They jumped and ran, letting tears of joy flow out of their eyes, even though the uneven road under their feet almost made them stumble.
"Fu! Xun! Yan!"
They stumbled onto the stage, a dozen arms tangled chaotically and tightly around Fu Xunyan, turning him into a human core of joy. Cries, laughter, and incoherent shouts mingled together, a pure, unadulterated youthful energy bursting forth for the purest form of success.
The set of "The Weight of Dreams" was closer, but except Jiang Han, no one was able to squeeze into this celebrating group in the first place.
The nervous smile on Zhou Hengyu's face froze instantly, and then peeled off like inferior plaster, leaving only a dead ash.
He seemed to be able to travel thousands of miles and clearly hear the suppressed exclamations in his own company, but was immediately completely swallowed up by the cheers dedicated to Fu Xunyan from all over the place.
His agent's face sank in the audience. He quickly turned his back and practically growled into his phone, trying in vain to determine why all that "data" he'd invested so heavily in ultimately failed to generate any real impact. Zhou Hengyu dug his fingers deep into his palms, a sense of immense loss and the shame of being publicly exposed nearly unsteadily staggering him.
He looked at Fu Xunyan angrily, then glared at Bo Mi.
The other person's expression was perfect, without a trace of surprise, as if he had expected it.
"You..." Zhou Hengyu covered his phone.
"What's wrong?" Bomi made the same gesture, but his emotions remained calm.
"Do you think I want to compete with you for a spot? Of course not."
Of course not. The internet trolls he bought before the finals were to hype up his image as a regretful loser. Although it was a bit embarrassing to be eliminated here, at least he stopped the loss in time.
He also wants to use this wave of popularity to get back into the cast. After he stars in one or two popular works, people will naturally forget his embarrassment on the final night.
Ah, maybe you will even feel sorry for him and scold these fans for being "short-sighted".
As for Zhou Hengyu's votes—
Alas, Zhou Hengyu’s agent is too unprofessional, and half of it was cut off by him.
This is the backlash of working first and getting paid later, and being reluctant to sign a contract.
The other side.
Fu Xunyan looked at the various aspects of life intertwined on the stage.
The stabbing pain in my head was getting stronger.
But he no longer worries about it.
Even if it is fake and he will wake up from his dream in the next second, he will have no regrets as long as he can enjoy the lights at this moment.
I have no regrets about this three-month journey.
Jiang Sulin slowly stepped forward and handed the heavy crystal trophy to Fu Xunyan, who seemed even calmer than he was. He couldn't help but curl his lips. He patted the young man's shoulder, and his voice, steady and powerful through the microphone, drowned out the clamor of the audience:
"Remember this moment. Remember the people cheering for you, and remember the path you've taken. The future is long. Please use your strength and character to prove that you deserve the glory tonight."
Brilliant golden confetti poured down like a torrential rain, drowning all the excitement, ecstasy, reluctance, and relief in the torrent of this era. A new legend was born, and the stage will always bear witness to the truth.
The microphone was handed to Fu Xunyan.
"I'm very happy."
Although he said he was happy, there was no joy on his face. Instead, he was quiet and calm. This infected the fans in the audience who were so crazy that they wanted to overturn the place, and they fell silent.
"Because everything is finally different, getting a debut spot was once a luxury for me."
Isn't it? Although Fu Xunyan's ID photo was stunningly handsome from the beginning, his popularity was low because the company didn't provide him with funding and he had no background or operations.
"But now, it's so real. I can see the golden ribbons and even feel their warmth as they fall on my head."
The young man on the stage gently raised his head and looked at the golden paper ribbons flying in the sky, like a rain, a long-lasting, dazzling rain.
"I have received so many precious gifts along the way. The affirmation in my mentor's eyes, the bottles of mineral water from the staff, and every applause and gaze from you.
And most importantly, the support, encouragement and help from my friends.
I don't consider you as colleagues.
You are the people I most want to be with in my life.
I hope that at least in the space where we are together, we can always be together, sing together, perform together, and keep our original intentions forever.
We want to shine on the stage."
Chen Chi, who had the lightest eyes, couldn't hold back her tears and burst into tears as she looked directly at the camera. Bai Wenji leaned over to comfort her, but in fact he just wanted to hide the redness of his eyes.
Da Pei smiled with his big white teeth bared, and it was so funny that two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks.
Ye Lai sneaked between Min Hai and Yin Xingheng, staring at the big screen with his head raised, his face flushed, but he thought no one noticed how touched he was.
Fu Xunyan didn't look at his little friend on purpose, but just looked at the not-so-clear audience below. The faces of the audience were blurred in the darkness.
“I don’t think idols and singers are different. As idols, we have the added bonus of performance, but the core is still music. It’s the most beautiful part, and it’s never a solo. It’s resonance and echo.
When fans sing our songs, they are not ashamed of the flowing lyrics, nor are they unable to sing because of the pretentious melody. Their heartbeats can resonate with our melody anytime and anywhere.
Yes, this is my idealized idea. If possible, I hope that every note I compose in the future can become such a small bridge - connecting loneliness and understanding, ordinariness and poetry, the present and eternity.
Not everyone who joined March tonight has debuted, but I know, and you should know, that life doesn't end here. You, we, all of us have a greater purpose for existence. We still have a long life ahead of us, filled with endless possibilities.
Fu Xunyan said this and turned around to face the slightly embarrassed and uneasy eliminated contestants who were still on the stage.
Perhaps in their eyes, the words of the victors themselves were sympathetic and sarcastic.
But he just wants to convey his sincerity, even if only one person is encouraged and comforted.
He saw Jiang Han's innocent smile, his hands waving wildly at him, and his face with a wry smile.
It was a face that was moved and genuinely happy for him.
That's enough.
That's enough.
"I will continue on this path. With the same awe I felt when I first stood on the stage, and with the clarity I feel now.
Thank you for listening. I am Fu Xunyan, and we will meet in every world.
**
When the stadium gradually fell silent in the second half of the night, leaving only bright lights and slowly cleaning cleaners, Liu Yu, Chen Lianqing and others felt a sense of unreality.
"You know what? I just had a real heart palpitation. I don't know why I feel so sad, as if Xunbao didn't make his debut."
“??? You too? Me too!”
"Although I really want to say that this might just be anxiety, but strangely, I have it too. Logically, shouldn't everyone be like this?"
"Hey, maybe we're just too modest—look at the trend before our treasure hunt, how could he not be first and still not debut? Impossible!"
"That's right—waaaaaa, did you see Cong He? He was standing three rows in front of me. He cried even harder than I did during Xun Bao's acceptance speech."
"I'm dying of laughter. Senior is so adorable."
"Let's not talk about Teacher Cong He. Didn't you see Teacher Chen Mingque? He was the same. He even pulled down his hat, which he never took off, to cover his eyes during the performance..."
…
Liu Yu did not smile because of everyone's laughter, or rather, when everyone saw her solemn expression, they slowly returned to silence.
"I still feel so sad."
"...Me too, I just feel like everything is fake, you know?"
"I see. Me too. Why is that?"
"Are we being too Versailles?"
Fu Xunyan's headache was getting worse, and he almost fell down when he walked towards the pyramid, thanks to Yin Xingheng who helped him.
"What's wrong with you? Still having a headache?" Yin Xingheng glanced at the cameras around him and couldn't say much. He could only wink at Da Pei. The two of them pretended to celebrate for Fu Xunyan and helped him to Newera.
He stopped Chen Chi and Ye Lai from wanting to lift Fu Xunyan up and throw him away, and instead asked Ye Lai and Da Pei to hold Fu Xunyan between them.
When the fireworks representing the end exploded in the sky, Fu Xunyan had already prepared himself mentally. He returned to his workstation, to the familiar office building, and said goodbye to this bizarre world.
But no.
Just as the word "Newera" flashed on the big screen and the fireworks fell, his soul seemed to tremble violently, and all the pain disappeared.
"Ahhh! Why are you crying while digging for treasure?"
"Ah, what? Brother Xunyan is crying? Ahhhh, what should I do? What happened? Did you twist your ankle while dancing?"
"Where's the tissue? Where's the tissue? Help!"
No one could understand why Fu Xunyan suddenly burst into tears that night, and why he cried like a child, burying his head in the necks of his teammates one by one.
But he understood it himself.
His life finally...
Became what he loved.
From then on, I was not afraid of wind and rain and moved forward courageously.
End
(It's all finished, so thanks to all my friends for their support. I've been busy with work lately so I've been late for this book many times. I'm super sorry, and thank you all for not being mad at me. I also discovered a lot of my shortcomings during the writing process of this book, so I really need to plan and correct them for the next one, so I'll probably update it in January next year. You can bookmark "He's a God in the Entertainment Industry" first, which is the sequel to this one. It will show Newera's activities around the world, and the background will involve Japanese, Korean and domestic entertainment. The background is set in 2015. Yes, our lost friends will also appear in this book as fictional characters. I will always remember these kind children who passed away young.)
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