Chapter 29
At 7:30 the next morning, Chu Yu sat quietly in the lounge, letting the makeup artist in front of him apply makeup on his face without even opening his eyes.
Most of the contestants who were recording the individual interviews with him were popular contestants, and several main characters in the novel naturally stayed in the same lounge with him.
Fu Hansong sat on his left, Wei Ziyu sat on his right, and Jiang Chenglu was the first to be interviewed, so his seat was empty. The two cool guys sat together, and a strange atmosphere of silence formed in the room.
Cool Guy No. 1 had dark circles under his eyes filled with resentment. He would occasionally look down and pull out a collage from his pocket to examine it. Every once in a while he would glance towards the small recording room, looking like a man missing his wife.
Cool Guy No. 2 had two dark circles under his eyes, and was staring at his face in the mirror with a dark look on his face, not knowing what he was thinking. His original arrogance that looked down on the world had been almost reduced, and replaced by a kind of confusion about "who am I, where am I, and what should I do".
As for Chu Yu, he has never opened his eyes until now.
Others are trapped in love every day, but he is more sleepy than a dog.
Finally, the makeup artist couldn't help herself. She glanced back and forth at the three handsome faces with six dark circles under their eyes and questioned, "Did you guys go out to eat together last night?"
Her response was a dead silence, and the two awake cool guys turned their heads away.
Wei Ziyu sighed and repeated in his mind for the forty-third time, "Why hasn't my wife arrived yet?" when the door to the recording room finally opened. The staff member following Jiang Chenglu looked at the roster and called out to the lounge, "Chu Yu."
Chu Yu was lying peacefully, looking like he had fallen asleep.
"Chu Yu?" the staff member called out again.
Fu Hansong raised his hand and poked the arm of the person next to him: "Hey, don't really die."
Chu Yu's head fell to the other side after being poked, and he seemed to be sleeping more peacefully.
[No, I don't deserve such a good thing.]
Fu Hansong: “…”
The next second, the person he poked opened his eyes silently.
Oh, it’s his turn.
Two minutes later, in the interview recording room, Chu Yu sat on the single sofa facing the camera as requested by the cameraman. There was also a pillow on the sofa for the interviewee to knead. The furry feel made him want to sleep directly on it.
"You look very sleepy. Did you not get enough rest last night?" the host spoke to him with a smile.
Chu Yu tried to open his eyes a little, not understanding why she chose to ask such an obvious question.
But if he nodded, he would start talking about "Why didn't I sleep well", so he closed his eyes and lied with a trance-like look on his face as if he would see Zhou Gong in the next second.
“…I’m not sleepy.”
"Are you really not sleepy?"
"Not sleepy."
"Okay, let's start the interview." The host deliberately softened her voice.
Chu Yu nodded lifelessly.
"First question, as everyone knows, the 24-hour convenience store and the cafeteria with a wide variety of dishes at the audition camp have always been very popular among the trainees. I'd like to ask how much money you have left in your pocket since you came to the island and spent your money there?"
The host asked with a smile.
These small questions, similar to casual conversation, are generally used to establish the trainees' personalities and to narrow the distance between them and the audience. There is no need to carefully consider the answers, just follow your heart.
Chu Yu activated his passive skill when he was extremely sleepy - he only heard half of what was said. He only caught the last three words of the whole sentence, "How much is left?", so he slowly shook his head.
"not much."
【Only one life left.】
The cameraman and the staff winked at each other: Here he comes, here he comes with his beautiful mental state.
"From the first stage to now, the first public performance is about to begin. You must have encountered many difficulties along the way. I want to know what Xiaoyu's attitude is when facing these difficulties?"
"effort."
【Sleep soundly.】
"What if you encounter some problems that cannot be solved no matter how hard you try?" The host sister hinted that he practiced until he was half dead but still could only get an F rating for the theme song.
But Chu Yu obviously didn't hear it.
【Then I won’t live anymore.】
In sync with his inner voice, his expression and words, as solemn and dignified as Buddha's, were: "Work harder."
“…” The host couldn’t hold it in, and neither could the cameraman.
The host reached out and pressed the corner of her mouth hard, then moved on to the next question.
"We all know that being a star means you have to bear a lot of pressure from the outside world. Xiao Yu, have you ever thought about what the audience thinks of you now?"
Chu Yu said honestly: "I haven't thought about it."
"Many fans really like your personality," the host said with a smile. "Of course, there are also some who doubt your ability and think you're unworthy of your current position. What do you want to say to them?"
"Ah?" Chu Yu was surprised like a little hamster.
Why are there open-ended questions? How many words are required to answer them?
The host changed the question: "How do you deal with those bad reviews?"
Frankly speaking, this was Chu Yu's first time as a star, and it had only been a month. He was not yet proficient in his job, and he didn't know what kind of bad reviews he had encountered before, let alone how to deal with them if he encountered them.
But he put himself in the real world and thought, what would he do if he was walking on the street and suddenly a group of people came and pointed at his nose and made sarcastic remarks or cursed at him?
In front of the camera, the handsome guy with a naturally cool face curled the corners of his mouth nonchalantly, and seemed to be indifferent to all the noise in the outside world. From his slightly drooping eyelashes to the teardrop moles at the corners of his eyes, he exuded a sense of nobleness.
[He knelt down crying and pulled their thighs to beg them to stop scolding him, and then hanged himself at their doorstep the next day.]
This is how the sonorous and powerful voice of the heart was broadcast.
The single-person interviews were edited into a cut collection and broadcast on all platforms that night. Unsurprisingly, Chu Yu's segment was ranked first in popularity again.
The super topic exploded again not long after, and this time it was the unscrupulous fans who gathered together, called their friends, told each other, and attracted a bunch of passers-by to watch their idol's fun.
[Haha ...]
[Just a passerby, I want to ask how long this symptom lasts]
[Fans responded: My condition has stabilized and I feel safe and secure every day without taking medication.]
[Brother Baizi is acting out my daily mental state again. Remember to remove the camera. Thank you.]
[Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha I can’t stand it anymore. The only idol in the domestic entertainment industry who is crazy and plays badly is not losing money by investing without meal replacements. Hahahahahahaha]
[Chu Yu: I'm so tired, but I still have to keep smiling.jpg]
He is like an old monk beating a wooden fish in hell, vicious yet peaceful.
[Guess what you want to read: Collection of Chuyu's golden sentences | Read it every day for unlimited joy]
【Happy +1 for the new clips】
Welcome to Chu Yu's life of playing the bad game: "Forget It If It Doesn't Work Out," "You're All Right," "I'm Not Going to Die, So Death Is Just Right," and "Then I Don't Want to Live Anymore."
Welcome to Chu Yu's five virtues: Bravery: I could die at worst. Efficiency: I'm going to die right now. Socializing: Just treat me as dead. Calmness: It would be nice to die. Introspection: Why am I not dead yet?
[Haha ...
[I’m done, I’m really going to fall in love with you, brother Baizi, you’re so crazy and special]
[This interview was very good, it really lifted my spirits. Love comes from working overtime at the 996 workstation.]
[Crazy, sad, and cute, I fell into the pit directly]
[Brother Baizi is going crazy and is trending again hahahahahahaha]
[Why do I always rely on my mental state to break out of the circle? Hahahahahaha]
You're done. You've met the craziest idol at your prime years, and you'll never be able to get over it. Whenever you meet other idols of the same type, you'll feel from the bottom of your heart: This one isn't as crazy as mine.
[But there is really no one crazier than him, hahahahahahahaha]
After finishing the interview, Chu Yu returned to the practice room, intending to review her singing and dancing skills one last time before the assessment tomorrow. However, upon entering, she heard her team leader speaking to someone in a helpless tone:
"You run so hard every day, it feels like you're living in our team. I really want to ask your instructor to apply for a non-staff position for you."
Then a familiar, carefree voice said, "Sure, so when will Chu Yu come back?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jiayu heard the sound of the door opening and turned around, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Come with me!"
The two of them found a quiet place with no one around and no cameras. Luo Jiayu sat cross-legged against the wall. Chu Yu squatted beside him, looking at the piece of paper in his hand covered with flamboyant and incoherent calligraphy, and said silently: "..."
"I studied the plot of the original novel a few days ago and found that the popularity of the two protagonists is composed of several parts."
As Luo Jiayu spoke, he scribbled a few large characters on a blank space on the paper. Chu Yu narrowed her eyes and asked uncertainly, "What are you writing?"
Luo Jiayu turned to look at him strangely: "Let's discuss it by categories."
He looked down at the handwriting he had left on the paper again.
Hard pen cursive script is chic, handsome, perfect, doesn’t it look good?
Chu Yu still felt very sleepy, half-closed his eyes and waved his hand: "It's okay, you continue."
"The two most important parts of the traffic are the traffic generated by the major events in the plot, and the traffic generated by the couple's romantic relationship."
Luo Jiayu seriously wrote down the two words "career fans" and "CP fans" under the four words "classified discussion" respectively, and then casually drew a circle on "CP fans".
"First of all, both of our careers are soaring and at their peak, so let's not talk about that for now; but if we only rely on those few performances to attract fans, the base will be very small, and it will be difficult to beat those two protagonists."
As Luo Jiayu spoke, he twirled the pen in his hand. He loved twirling pens in high school, and within three seconds, he could spin a pen from his index finger to his ring finger and back to his index finger.
"If you want enough traffic, you need enough buzz; and a shortcut to getting buzz is to sell your business."
At this point, the truth gradually becomes clear.
"I've come up with a simple, crude and effective solution." He turned to look at Chu Yu.
"What?"
"Aren't they trying to be a couple? If they sell homosexuality, we'll sell it too. We'll sell it higher, faster, and stronger than them, stealing all the fans and popularity. Let's see who can sell it better."
"...Is there no way to earn traffic without doing anything?"
"I didn't ask you to kneel down and hug me."
“…”
The childhood friend next to me raised his head and looked up at the sky, with an expression of doubt on his face.
Luo Jiayu turned around pitifully and poked him: "Really?"
Seeing that Chu Yu didn't respond, he shook his hand again.
"Okay." After looking at the sky enough, Chu Yu turned around and looked at him, "So how do you plan to sell it?"
"Based on those CP sweet clips I've seen before, there are probably these ways..." Luo Jiayu wanted to write his big words, but was stopped by Chu Yu with a complicated tone.
"You should just draw. It's easier to understand."
"Uh." The ugly performance art piece turned into a duet between two abstract stick figures. Luo Jiayu felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his ear, pursed his lips, and drew two stick figures with their limbs intertwined, then quickly glanced at the people around him.
Chu Yu frowned, trying to figure out what he was drawing, just like studying World War II codes, but ultimately failed.
"What is this?"
"Embrace."
Chu Yu's face was almost touching the paper, but he couldn't tell which parts of Luo Jiayu's drawings were hands and which were feet.
It's so ugly, so ugly.
Chu Yu shook his head and finally chose to give up understanding: "What else?"
"Just, holding hands, hooking fingers, etc..." Luo Jiayu's voice died down as he spoke, and after a while, the voice started again. "There's no fixed number for this. Just act according to the camera when the time comes."
Chu Yu held his chin with one hand, looking thoughtful, but he was too sleepy to think of anything and just wanted to close his eyes and yawn.
After Luo Jiayu finished speaking, he put down the pen in his hand, turned around and poked his childhood friend's shoulder: "How about we try it out first?"
"Hmm?" Chu Yu slowly turned to his childhood friend and said, "Okay."
Luo Jiayu first touched the hand hanging by his side: "Is this level acceptable?"
Chu Yu glanced at it half-deadly.
"Um."
He placed his fingers on the palm of his hand and climbed upwards, slowly clasping each fingertip until the two hands looked like they were interlocked. "Is this even possible?"
"continue."
Luo Jiayu leaned in closer and ruffled Chu Yu's hair again: "What about this?"
"OK."
They got a little closer, almost kissing each other. After staring at each other for two seconds, Luo Jiayu suddenly pulled away and looked back: "No, I can't accept this."
Chu Yu looked at him as if he was watching a psychotic performance:
"...You're just an idiot."
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