Escape Death Message [Infinite Stream]

Zuo Lili also showed a creepy smile, but her tone was very gentle, "It won't change, your ranking is determined by the founders."

The man with medium-length hair shrugged his shoulders and was about to sit down. The female NPC covered her mouth and smiled and said, "But if you are not satisfied with your like ranking, there are other ways to change it. Everyone has found out, post The practice number and name on your clothes, that will be the only identification you will recognize in training camp."

Hearing what she said, Wu Wen looked down at his clothes. Sure enough, at some point, an ID card was pasted on the lower left corner of his clothes, with his name and a string of four-digit numbers written on it. .

"This identity card can be exchanged." Zuo Lili looked at them, the players who were already a little ready to move, with a pitiful look. After she said this, a viscous undercurrent was slowly surging in the air.

"In other words, if you get the third-to-bottom number of likes, and at this time, the trainee who is ranked fourth-to-last can't bear to see you suffer, and wants to replace your identity card with you to be punished on your behalf, then you will have The number of likes from the fourth-to-last trainee, and he will get your number of likes, becoming the third-to-last."

Wu Wen looked at Zuo Lili in surprise, and expressed his incomparable amazement at the fact that the votes represented by the nameplate could be exchanged.

What kind of exchange? To put it so elegantly, it is estimated that two days later, after you can check your like ranking for the first time, that one hour will definitely become a hellish identity card snatching battle.

Zuo Lili looked at the obscure expressions of these humans because of her words, and added, "However, the exchange of identities must be voluntary. If you forcefully grab it, it will damage your image. Time will also affect the ranking of likes."

Wu Wen was stunned when he heard this... But he quickly laughed at himself, that's right, this is only the second dungeon, and the difficulty is not that exaggerated.

"Okay, I see. Thank you, Miss Lily." The long-haired man hid the light in his eyes very well, nodded politely and sat down, calm and relaxed.

This man is very unusual.After coming to this conclusion, Wu Wen couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Zuo Lili nodded gracefully, and asked again: "Do you have any other questions, trainees?"

Wu Wen looked around and saw that everyone was silent, so he shook his head slightly.

Because of this, Zuo Lili looked over and smiled at him.

"Then let's move on to the second task today. All the trainees are asked to arrive at the song and dance studio on the same floor in 2 hours. According to their talents, they will be divided into classes according to the instructor's rating."

As soon as she said this, Wu Wen was really at a loss.He wanted to ask what Zuo Lili meant?Is this talent the kind of song and dance performance he imagined?But after Zuo Lili finished speaking, someone came up to stop, Zuo Lili also changed her posture, glanced lazily at the players who obviously had a lot of questions to ask, and left.

Fortunately, some of the remaining staff members came over and gathered the bewildered players together to explain the situation: "We need all of you now, within two hours, quickly change your clothes and make up, and then have a separate talent show. The filming will continue in an hour. So your time is very tight, if you have any questions, please ask quickly."

Wu Wen opened his mouth, wanting to say whether talent refers to singing and dancing, but felt that he was too stupid to panic.Isn't this mission clearly stated?They are artists from Mingyi Company, they participated in the program to make their debut in a group, this talent is not singing and dancing, can they still be allowed to simulate a hr interview scene on the spot or write a few beautiful official documents on the spot to show off their administrative skills ability?

So he shut up again.

Just because he shut up doesn't mean everyone else will shut up too.

After all, there is no camera facing them anymore, the players have no fear, and they are a little bit unobstructed verbally.

"What does talent mean? Let's sing and dance?"

The staff NPC probably didn't expect anyone to ask such a stupid question, so he sneered, "Otherwise? Performing chest crushing? Even if you can, you have to consider whether our audience likes it."

The person who asked the question was also silent when he heard what the NPC said. Indeed, not only the show, he himself had to consider whether his talent could meet the public's aesthetic orientation.

"Is there no problem?" The NPC's attitude became bad because of the problem that the person had no technical content before, "That's it, you wait here first, and I will call the number later. Just follow the staff to come in to make up and change clothes, and other people who have not been called will fill out their own talent show sheets." After finishing speaking, the NPC left.

The players were left in the lobby looking at each other, and at this moment they felt a little bit of sympathy.

The people next to Wu Wen patted him on the back. At this time, they had already received the list issued by the NPC.

"What are you going to perform later?" The one who spoke was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a very tender appearance.

He saw that Lin Tianci was written on his name tag.

"I don't know...I have no talent at all...or just sing a song..."

Lin Tianci also scratched his short hair in distress, "Hey... To be honest, I usually live a rough life, the kind where I can't sing a song, and I'm born with uncoordinated limbs. What do you say? ?”

"Let's all take care of ourselves." Wu Wen couldn't think of anything to comfort the boy. In fact, he felt that he should be comforted... After all, although Lin Tianci has no talent, he still has a good face...

"But... I was unlucky to be assigned to this copy, but someone is lucky."

Wu Wen originally wanted to end the conversation with Lin Tianci at this point. He thought about the song to be sung for a while, and was successfully attracted by Lin Tianci's words.

"How to say?"

"You don't know Bai Lu Fei?"

"Who?"

Lin Tianci was a little surprised that he didn't know about Bai Lufei, but after thinking about it, he felt that it might be because Wu Wen didn't pay attention to the entertainment industry, so he motioned him to look over, "Just now, the middle-aged man who is very good at pretending in front of the camera Fat man, do you have an impression?"

Wu Wen nodded.

"Isn't he a star in the real world? He came from a draft... His name is Bai Lufei."

No wonder he said that he always felt impressed by that person's face.

"From the current point of view, this dungeon is quite suitable for him." Wu Wen gave a pertinent evaluation. As for what will happen next, to be honest, the water is too muddy at the moment, and everyone's strength has not yet been shown, so he doesn't know.

Lin Tianci sighed, "Yeah, at least now he doesn't have to worry about this damn talent like we do."

Wu Wen didn't talk to Lin Tianci much, not because he was indifferent, but because this time it was a purely personal battle. Before the common interests emerged, it was not easy to be a mysterious and unknown stranger in the future. Be careful.

He thought for a long time before writing down the only song he thought he could sing well, and he still remembered the lyrics.Although he didn't know why he remembered the song so well, it didn't conflict with his determination to sing it.

After he thought about it, he hummed the song for a while, and then found that everyone was rehearsing nervously, and sang a cappella several times, and someone called his number and name to change his costume.

When the male staff led him to match him with clothes according to his songs, he took away his mobile phone and matched him with a denim outfit to make his figure even better.

After looking at his outfit, the makeup artist asked him if he had any ideas about his makeup, and then smeared it on his face for a while, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles before letting him go.

After leaving the dressing room, he was taken to the waiting room. There were already several people there, and several cameras were set up in the waiting room. He knew that most likely, he wanted to collect their material for a show.

So even though he didn't get used to it, he still smiled, sat down on a chair next to him, and then tried his best to stop his nervousness facing the camera, and continued to rehearse his songs.

In fact, Wu Wen knew that he should sit in the middle, for the sake of the appearance rate and the number of likes, but after taking a look at the teenagers in the middle who looked like peacocks, he felt that the whole person was not good.

Facing the camera, those men with different appearances were all open, competing to be the best in front of the camera and posing in various ways. To be honest, he couldn't understand their bitch's performance... although it was a major matter related to their lives.

It can only be said that there is no mutual conspiracy.

He was sitting in the corner, but he wasn't alone. A man who was dressed rougher than him leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

It's obviously casual and loose, but it looks very lazy, and the dark black hair has only been neatly trimmed, without sticky spray and gel.

It's just the guy's clothes...

Why did he wear black long sleeves and camouflage trousers that gave him a shadow...

It was exactly the same as the clothes he wore when he met his husband for the last time, and it could also be said to be the same as the clothes worn by the corpse that had accompanied him for countless days and nights.

So Wu Wen naturally moved his eyes up immediately, and met a familiar indifferent face.

Sure enough, Mr....

"You..." Wu Wen looked at the husband in surprise and turned to look at him indifferently, he didn't know where to ask the questions that were full of him.

The husband put his index finger on his lips, looked in the direction of the camera, and made a hissing gesture, so he could barely suppress his curiosity.

But he took out the talent sheet he had filled out earlier, and put it in front of his husband to show him.

"What about you? What is your talent?"

Mr. took the form and put it in front of Wu Wen's, "Military boxing."

Wu Wen's eyes widened, "Military boxing? Why do you know that kind of thing? No, your talent show is military boxing??"

The gentleman half-closed his eyes and glanced at him, "What's so surprising, I've learned a lot since I came out."

Wu Wen was stunned for a moment, then remembered the matter of taking pictures again, and quickly returned to normal.

"Then what's your name now? I can't always call you Mr.?"

"Ji Jisheng, my name is." He pointed to the column of the name on the form.

"Good name." Wu Wen complimented.

The husband mocked coldly, "It's pretty good, it's just a stolen life."

Hearing what Mr. Wu said, he rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "But I'm still very happy to meet you. You have really become one of... the trainees."

"Yes." Ji Jisheng also smiled.

He felt very happy to meet a familiar person in the mission. Although this person was a terrible NPC before, he always felt that Mr. was different from other players, perhaps because he had helped him before. Because of Ji Jisheng, he has an element of trust in this person for no reason.

"You are very skilled, you won't suffer in any... training camp." He had seen this person standing calmly in a pool of blood before.

"Oh?" Ji Jisheng looked at him, "What do you say? The founders of boy bands don't like me just because I'm good at it."

Listening to Mr. Wu Wen's tone, he understood what he meant, but now he couldn't say these things, and made jokes, "But you are handsome, how do you say that sentence? Yes, appearance is justice. "

Ji Jisheng looked at him lazily again, "Handsome? How handsome?"

He looked at the shadow cast by the man's warm eyelashes on the lower eyelid, and couldn't think of any good compliments for a while, but a man, what's the use of caring about his appearance? After leaving the training camp, can his appearance still be used for food? ?

He thought about it, and smiled, "Maybe he's so handsome that the little girls will cry and want to give birth to monkeys for you."

Ji Jisheng smirked, leaned on the table and stopped talking.