Chapter 140 Chapter 140
With just one sentence “Oppa looks so handsome today”, he became a senior fan of the show and remained in an excited and good mood until the official recording of the show.
Quan Zhilong stood casually among a group of nervous trainees, his whole body filled with an incongruous joy. Most of the stage lights were already on, and a huge rectangular screen hung directly above.
The live broadcast showed the dynamics of the stage and the audience. The recording was delayed a bit, apparently due to a problem with one of the lighting systems. Workers on site were setting up temporary scaffolding and urgently repairing it. Yang Xianshi arrived late.
He was the last one to sit in the judging seat. While waiting, he enthusiastically asked about Lia's recent situation. Although he had been informed of the progress of overseas work in detail through Ha Ji-hye during the monthly meeting,
But that was only at the execution level. In the past six months, YG has also taken advantage of Lia's momentum in the United States to obtain some resources and tasted some sweetness, but that is far from enough. Sony signed a contract with Lia personally.
Most of the resources flowed back to her. If this little girl grew up and kicked YG out, then his connection would be broken. She had been overseas for more than half a year, and he was increasingly unsure of her current thoughts. After a moment's thought,
He smiled and asked, "How are you and Zhilong doing lately?" "......." The judges fell silent. Yang Xianshi's voice was neither too loud nor too soft.
Everyone nearby could hear it clearly. Baoen and Minzhi, who had been chatting quietly, immediately shut up. It was fine for these little sisters to gossip, but why was the president personally joining in on the fun?
Yang Hyun-suk felt wronged. What else could he be thinking? Could he just be thinking that if the relationship went well, he'd stay at the company? Lia, on the other hand, was very calm: "We're fine, President-nim." He nodded.
A bit awkwardly, they fell silent. The two looked at each other in silence. Bao En, beside them, secretly sweated. Was it her imagination? She felt like the president's tone was a little... flattering. Fortunately, the lighting was adjusted.
The recording session finally began, and Yang Hyun-seok felt as if he had been granted amnesty. Following the on-set PD's decision, Daesung stepped onto the stage, under the lights, and expertly recited his opening remarks. The two teams entered the stage one after another, accompanied by music, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the mentors.
Something as intangible as aura suddenly becomes concrete when the mentors and trainees stand on the same stage - even if he just stands quietly in the corner, everyone's attention will be subconsciously attracted to Quan Zhilong.
Dasheng started the warm-up with familiarity, and the first thing he did was to cue his beloved captain: "Our Brother Zhilong, does he seem particularly happy today?"
Quan Zhilong did not deny it, and raised the microphone with a smile: "Well... because I haven't seen the trainees for a long time, the fresh blood of YG. So I am in a good mood." "Really? But today you two are going to lead the team to fight, are you confident that you can win?"
"Of course. Although I always lose when competing with Yongpei since our trainee days, the kids in Team B are very good and I have a good feeling." "Jilong always says he has a good feeling." Yongpei complained, causing the audience to laugh.
Dasheng smiled and looked back at the judges: "Boen Nuna—" "Huh?!" Baoen, suddenly called out, hurriedly raised the microphone. "Between Team A and Team B, which one do you think Baoen Nuna is more optimistic about?—Did you think I was going to ask that?"
Dasheng made a joke, and Baoen, who had fallen for it and was about to respond, glared at him helplessly. "Okay, okay, let's switch to something lighter," Dasheng pleaded. "Among the two teams on stage, is there anyone who is your ideal type, Nuna?"
The whole audience immediately erupted in laughter, even the nervous trainees couldn't help but steal glances over. Bao En pretended to hesitate: "Hmm... a little troubled. Does that include the instructors?" "Of course."
"Then... among them, GD Yongbae, I choose the one on the right - Kim Jinwooxi."
The camera immediately switched to the stage as she spoke. Unexpectedly chosen, Kim Jin-woo froze for a moment, then bowed to the judges in awe.
Bao En secretly breathed a sigh of relief - she wouldn't be so tactless as to choose Zhi Long. Thinking of this, she simply took advantage of the camera shift and secretly cast a flirtatious glance at Lia, making the latter laugh and cry.
Quan Zhilong exaggeratedly made a broken heart gesture, which caused the whole audience to laugh.
"What about xi? Is there anyone here who fits your ideal type?" Dasheng changed his target and secretly glanced at Quan Zhilong's expression out of the corner of his eye. After all, people always have a little bit of curiosity that can lead to death.
Lia was watching the excitement when she suddenly noticed everyone's attention focused on her. "Ideal type..." She raised the microphone, her gaze sweeping across the stage, unexpectedly meeting a pair of sparkling eyes.
It wasn't that she was being deliberately suspenseful; it was her first time meeting these trainees, and she still hadn't quite figured out who they were. "Well, between Team A and Team B, I'd choose Song Yunhyung. He's very energetic and cute."
"Wow!" The crowd erupted in laughter. Song Yunhyung nearly fainted from happiness, his ears red as if smoking. "Thank you, Lia! I'll keep working hard!" the young man stammered excitedly.
Those in the know couldn't help but glance at Quan Zhilong. Dasheng felt even more guilty. While he didn't expect him to be angry over such a small matter, this brother never played by the rules when it came to Lia. Unexpectedly, the real owner wasn't displeased at all.
Although he wasn't exactly beaming, even through his sunglasses, he was clearly more excited than at the start. Oh, what did he say? — "Among the members of Teams A and B." Dasheng suddenly realized.
Meaning, the real person wasn't in the loop. Dasheng, finally realizing the key, couldn't help but cast a respectful glance at Lia in the judging booth—as expected of someone who could be in a relationship with my brother, she had a masterful art of conversation. Then came the performance.
Compared to established artists, the newcomers' performances, though immature, are brimming with energy. Even if this lacks a certain effortless beauty, it still offers a different kind of viewing pleasure. — Straightforward desires and ambitions.
The desire to be seen, to be liked, to be unique, one in a million. In this industry, desire and ambition are the highest praise. They are the artist's most enduring life force, and even if hidden or embellished, they will never disappear.
Looking at the trainees exuding their own charm, everyone in the judging panel thought of themselves back then.
The four stages, performed by both teams, lasted a mere twenty minutes. The voting was a no-brainer—three to three. What mattered wasn't how the judges voted, but the quality of each performer's performance. After the stage recording concluded, Yang Hyun-seok departed first.
Because they needed to re-record individual interviews so they could be inserted between the stage segments during the post-production editing, the remaining people stayed where they were, waiting for their turn. Quan Zhilong and Dong Yongpei entered the interview room first under the guidance of the staff.
The workers who had just repaired the lights came back in with their tripods. From what they heard, it seemed that they had temporarily used a replacement light source before the show started, and now they needed to start work again and completely repair the broken lights. The scene was in chaos.
Lia was scheduled to be the second interviewee, so she and Cailin moved to the dressing room to wait. As they made their way around the stage, Cailin tilted her head and sighed, "Seeing them today, I suddenly feel really old."
Lia pouted, "How old are you, Ms. Li Cailin?" Cailin chuckled and shook her head, "I've been wondering lately: will we still be idols in ten or twenty years? Will anyone still want to see our concerts?"
Lia thought about it seriously: "If the seniors of HOT come back today, there will definitely be a lot of people willing to come-" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a dangerous scene not far away from the corner of her eye.
One of the workers, carrying cables, accidentally brushed her shoulder against a metal tripod leaning against the side of the platform. In a split second, the massive metal structure suddenly lurched forward, crashing down towards them.
The worker heard the noise and instinctively turned around, only to be met by a dark figure falling from the sky. He froze in shock. Without time to think, he instinctively took a step forward, raising his hand to block the falling metal tripod.
A roar resonated simultaneously in her head and ears; she could almost hear the crack of bones. The next second, a sharp numbness washed over her arms. Her body couldn't bear the weight, and she fell heavily to the ground. What bad luck!
This was the only thought that flashed through her mind. ... A deathly silence fell around her. Soon, accompanied by her uncontrollable gasps, a panicked crowd rushed forward.
The worker finally came to his senses, threw away the cable, and together with several other people, frantically lifted the tripod that was pressing on her.
She turned her head to look at her right arm, which had drooped limply. Swelling rapidly began at the wrist, and the bruises spread all the way down, covering most of her arm. The buzzing in her head gradually faded, only to be replaced by a piercing pain.
Cailin's panicked question came to her ears, accompanied by the chaotic shouting of the staff, and she heard someone dial 119. "I'm not going to die." She forced a grin to comfort Cailin who was squatting beside her, but because her face was too pale, it had little effect.
Finally, someone brought an ice pack and a first aid kit, and experienced rescue workers tried to fix her injured right arm with a makeshift splint. But the slightest touch made her vision go black, and she could only breathe deeply and try to keep her body still.
The crowd suddenly made way, and Cailin moved aside. A second later, a familiar presence approached. Quan Zhilong crouched down, his gaze fixed on her pale face and splinted arm, his expression frighteningly dark.
"Who put up the tripod?" a low, raspy voice shone with uncontrollable anger. No one dared to answer. The on-site coordination was chaotic, and if anyone insisted on investigating, no one would be in trouble.
The on-site PD was sweating profusely: "I'm sorry... We should have waited until the artists left to continue repairing it, but because of the cost--" He didn't finish his words.
The outsourced workers were paid by the hour, and to save costs, they insisted on repairing the equipment during filming. This kind of talk sounded like shirking responsibility. Quan Zhilong's expression darkened, but he didn't say anything else.
Lia recovered now: "...Well, I don't think an ambulance is necessary. It's not a leg injury, just send a car to take me to the hospital."
As soon as he finished speaking, he could faintly hear the sound of an ambulance siren outside the door. Soon, emergency personnel came trotting in with a stretcher. There was a hospital three kilometers away, and the ambulance arrived within five minutes of the alarm.
Lia was then loaded into the ambulance for the second time and taken to the hospital obediently.
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