I Became the Top Competitor in a Talent Show Novel - Chapter 57.2

The cold-faced girl was like an android born in a deep blue mechanical sea, with a beautiful yet stern face. Only her agile dance movements expressed the passion within her. Yet, in the android’s hair, there was a mermaid flower.

The cold machine instantly gained life.

The endless ice sea transformed into a vibrant blue ocean.

Qi Yan’s fans clapped hard, shouting Qi Yan’s name.

Chi Meng: “…Huh?”

How do you have one too?

Ning Yuze beside her: “Huh?”

How do you have one too?!

Qi Yan was extremely suited for the role of an emotionless robot. When she stood on stage and danced, no one could take their eyes off her. It wasn’t until the performance ended and the voting began that Chi Meng noticed the trainee named Meng Xiaofei was actually on the same team as Qi Yan. Unfortunately, she was too engrossed in watching Qi Yan to notice the other person at all.

The result was self-evident. Out of the nine people in the Willing group, Qi Yan alone received one thousand nine hundred votes, overwhelmingly defeating the others.

Backstage, Chi Meng and Ning Yuze applauded together.

“Sigh, Yan Yan doesn’t like to talk, and her personality is cold and direct, so the company didn’t expect her to debut, but she’s performed so well on the show,” Ning Yuze said, frowning slightly as she mentioned the company, then continued, “The theme song was the same; they said it was all set, but then they forced us to change the song the day before filming… Luckily, Yan Yan was up to the task.”

Chi Meng asked: “What company are you with?”

“Sight Culture,” Ning Yuze whispered.

It seemed that this company was one of the ones that had offered Chi Meng an olive branch before, but the company wasn’t very large, and the contract term was very long—a decade right off the bat—so Chi Meng rejected it without a second thought.

Chi Meng looked at Ning Yuze, then at the camera, and the question on her lips turned into a gentle smile.

“Oh~ Burn Boss is about to come out and rock the stage!” Chi Meng said loudly.

The Rap Stage: To Do, To Err

When the names of the rap group’s Xue Weiran and Yuan Sike appeared side-by-side, it was as if the question marks on the heads of Xue Weiran’s fans could be seen through the screen. Even the cheering paused for three seconds.

The bullet comments were full of question marks, needless to say.

Xue Weiran, who had just touched up her hair color, wore a short top and camouflage pants. Black leather boots stepped on the transparent floor. She bowed and stood up, her tight waistline straightened. Her abdominal defined abs were particularly noticeable. Her shoulder-length hair lay straight against her shoulders, and the black short top revealed her narrow collarbones. She faced the camera and smiled with a raised eyebrow.

The question marks immediately turned into exclamation points, followed by a torrent of praise.

The stage darkened as usual.

Slow, deep music began to play. The background on the big screen looked like the scenery outside a window late at night. A drop of rain fell and hit the ground. The rap started. The lead singer, Song Yingjun, a rapper from Renxing, perfectly and smoothly completed her part. Backstage, Chen Zhu breathed a sigh of relief and clapped lightly.

The main vocalist, Yuan Sike, wearing a red outfit, walked out like a beam of light piercing the darkness. Her rapid rap was so fast that you could only keep up by reading the subtitles, yet every word was clear: “Alright, what role do you play in this world, what kind of story makes you go through what kind of struggle, what kind of side quest do you make what kind of choice, what kind of path leads to what kind of outcome, how do you explain this outcome, to do or not bad, to err or not bad, the scenery is inferior to the downfall a little more.”

A deep voice in the background echoed: “A little more.”

“A little more, I can’t see.” Yuan Sike tossed her hand, and the rain behind her seemed to be tossed away with her. “I can’t see the threads of fate, not saying, not doing, not bad.”

The moment her hand dropped, the deep voice took over directly, a voice seemingly born for the stage, continuing to sing with a speed and rhythm no less than Yuan Sike’s: “A little unexpected encounter amidst the busyness, a little wanting to give up on a tired night, the rain outside the window is drizzling, the master of your mood is anything but yourself, how many seconds or minutes has the hourglass of time passed, you on the bed thinking about the past, the future, and the measure of being human, the world is busy, not saying, not doing, not bad, what kind of life, what kind of talk, what kind of decision, how to choose, the moment you realize tomorrow is coming in a daze…”

The stage lit up. The purple-haired girl sitting on a black sofa raised her eyes, which were sharp. The deep voice followed the intense music: “Must say, must do, must err.”

“Hiss—” Chi Meng felt her limbs go numb. Xue Weiran’s gaze on the screen was deep and slow, just like her voice. How should one describe it…

“A boss is a boss,” she murmured.

Ning Yuze nodded, realizing Chi Meng said this, and raised her hand to rub her face.

“Wow…” 019 popped out quietly, shaking its light stick a little. “The host would sound even better singing rap!”

“Thanks for the compliment, but please don’t overpraise me, I can’t do it,” Chi Meng pressed 019 back.

Her only goal now was to sing well and practice her dance well.

“Keke said her routine synced up with Meng Zai’s after they shared a dorm! So that’s what was happening!” An Ran in the waiting area clapped her hands, excited. “Not bad at all!”

The vocal and rap groups didn’t mean they had no dancing, just like the dance group also had to sing. The five cool girls on the To Do, To Err stage were like flowers soaked in rain, yet stubbornly looked up at the sky where the rain fell. When the performance ended, the five of them posed for the ending pose by the gray sofa, either sitting or standing.

Xue Weiran leaned back, suddenly raising her clenched fist. The moment she opened it, she gently blew on it with her eyes cast down.

Beautiful colorful petals flew up from her palm, carried by her breath towards the camera.

Screen bullet comments: “Aah aah aah Ranran is so enchanting!!”

Audience below the stage: “Aah aah aah Ranran is so skilled!!”

Chi Meng backstage: “Aah aah aah how does she have one too!!”

Then she saw Yuan Sike beside her pull a mermaid flower out of her pocket, shake it at the camera, and then smile as she tossed it toward the audience seats.

Just how many people did Song Jiaqi divide the flowers among?

In the waiting area, Song Jiaqi twisted the bottle cap shut and explained to Manager Lu: “It was originally just for Xiangxiang and Su Mengyao.”

Chen Zhu was her company’s popular trainee, and Su Mengyao was now too, plus she had the main character’s halo—might as well use it. She didn’t expect Su Mengyao to happily take her flower and share it with Qi Yan. Xue Weiran, upon seeing Chen Zhu’s stage, also came over to ask for a flower and even shared it with Yuan Sike, who was in the same team and company.

Manager Lu gave Song Jiaqi a thumbs-up.

Amazing.

In the backstage lounge, Chen Zhu clapped, her shoulders relaxing, and she whispered: “Good performance.”

Song Yingjun and Xue Weiran were both excellent.

People watching the performance once again noticed the flowers appearing on stage and asked in surprise: “Did a flower shop sponsor the show? Why does it feel like this flower is everywhere?”

“Yeah, maybe there’s an interactive segment later? To make us count how many times this flower appears?”

“Hahaha, let’s count how many petals Ranran blew?”

“Nah, maybe it’s just someone who has flowers on them?”

The audience in the bullet comments let their imaginations run wild.

Xue Weiran’s unprecedented rap stage and wonderful performance gave her a powerful presence similar to the main Center, even though she wasn’t the main C. She garnered three hundred fifty votes more than Yuan Sike, securing the highest vote for To Do, To Err.

After raising their hands for a group hug, the five walked off stage hand-in-hand, embodying the spirit of competition second, friendship first.

Xie Tongyue smiled as she waited for them to leave the stage, then slowly said: “Up next is the last team stage of this performance evaluation. Who are they?”

As soon as her voice fell, names like “An Ran” and “Song Jiaqi” were called out one after another. Following the cheers, the large screen displayed the photos and names of the last seven trainees.

The seven girls lined up and walked onto the stage.

The camera focused on them. Chi Meng, watching the screen, slowly widened her eyes.

The person leading the group walked into the frame with a hint of arrogance and an air of nonchalance. Her black, long, curly hair fell all the way to her waist. A tight leather outfit encased her young body. Long boots were tied up to her thighs, leaving only about half a hand’s width of space between them and her shorts, where her fair skin stubbornly asserted its presence.

A stark contrast of black and white.

Like a fruit that had matured overnight, her unconcealed allure was in full bloom. The girl walked through the shouts, wearing a black top hat and holding a dark scepter. Below the scepter’s gem, a circle of vibrant flowers seemed to chase and kiss her fingers.

“Da.”

The scepter hit the floor. The girl stood still and raised her hand to lightly touch the brim of her hat. Her naturally upturned eyes held a smile, and her full lips parted. Her languid voice fell into everyone’s ears.

“Hello everyone, I am the Worth It group’s trainee, Song Jiaqi.”

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