Interstellar Legend: King of Giants

The huge TV wall in the production room is divided into two rows of ten screens in total. Each screen displays the real-time life images of different contestants. On the right side of the screen is constantly floating data. Audience area data analysis.

2000 million

3000 million

In less than an hour from the start of the broadcast, the life video of one of the contestants has increased almost tenfold from the initial few million, and the number of viewers is still rising.

With his arms folded in front of his chest, the pale man with a dignified face stared at the constantly beating data on the screen. Not far away, Anna Sui, who was sitting on a leather chair, blew on her beautifully manicured nails. The door of the room opened, and a short man like a penguin The fat man walked in with unsteady strides, his two black eyebrows almost raised.

The housekeeper, Fei Mao, said angrily: "Li Junnian and his friends rejected my proposal! These idiots who don't know the heights of heaven and earth dare to refuse me, we should kick them all out tomorrow!"

Anna Sui glanced at Fat Cat, with a disgusted expression on her face: "Why can't you have a good talk with them?"

"I know you like that kid, he's not a little cat who can't scratch people!" The fat cat replied angrily, he really didn't know how Li Junnian, a little star who had been out of business for a long time, had the guts to refuse him about the script It is no wonder that this kind of uncompromising style can't get along in the entertainment industry.

What he needs is a completely obedient commodity, not a tiger that can bite.

Anna Sui snorted lightly, and she did not hide her liking for Li Junnian in her words: "Honey, I know you are very angry, but you have to know how boring a docile kitten is, otherwise I won't like him , there won’t be so many audiences who like him, you should keep your eyes open to look at Li Junnian’s statistics, my God, you don’t know how interested the audience is in him!”

Caesar, who had been listening to Fat Cat and Anna Sui's yelling, moved away from the screen and turned around: "Anna is right. The audience is not only interested in him, but even likes him."

"No matter how much the audience likes him, no matter how popular that guy is, what's the use if he can't be controlled by us?" Fat Mao glanced at the TV wall. Li Junnian's stats were ten times higher than the lowest one. No matter how high the popularity I use is useless.

From the first twenty contestants to the current top ten, the competition has already passed halfway. The image of each contestant in the competition has gradually taken shape, and the popularity ranking has basically not changed much.

Among the four most popular kings, Yin, who has elf blood, is a noble and unworldly prince; Lin Yawen, who is full of talent, is an understanding and warm man of literature and art; Angel with broken wings.

As for Li Junnian, he is probably the most controversial among the four most popular kings.

He is proud, but the self-confidence exuding from his bones will not make people feel annoying; he is aloof, when he is not smiling, he looks like he rejects people thousands of miles away, and when he smiles, his slightly cat arc can make people feel Warming; he is said to be stubborn, and every detail of his life under the camera shows his good upbringing and impeccable etiquette.

With a clean and handsome appearance and a unique, real and unaffected personality, even though he is quite controversial, more and more people are paying attention to him. Even Caesar is surprised by the completely unexpected surge in popularity.

In order to increase the topicality, they will announce the popularity rankings of the current period every week in the competition to try to cause conflicts and disputes among the contestants, but no matter where they are ranked, Li Junnian will always look like a leisurely and lazy person, and only eats. time is more positive.

With a sharp light in his eyes, Caesar looked at the man on the screen who was drinking milk while leaning on the sofa reading a book, and said in a deep voice, "Next week, two-two duel, ten to five knockout rounds."

How would you choose, Li Junnian?