I became the top streamer in the entertainment industry by practicing Taoism

Wang Wang fell down, Huang Wang had exhausted the last bit of strength, and now he was basically a dead person, panting heavily, he gave a thumbs up to his boyfriend.

Come on, said in a presumptuous manner, come on, I will watch you go to the highest glory.

The audience cheered like thunder, and the rice fans were so excited that they were about to cry.

At this critical moment, Jiang Zaizai finally lived up to everyone's expectations and returned to the scene.

No one noticed the big white rice noodles who were dying, and the boy's beautiful face instantly attracted the attention of the audience.

The background sound paused for a moment, but then quickly resumed.

【... What did I see? 】

【ah?what do i seeGod!Is this making a movie!What an incredible coincidence! 】

【At this last moment, he is back!He is like a hero descending from the sky! 】

Jiang Yuebai waved to the audience, but I am not a hero.

My hero is my delusional.

【He is our No.1 popularity value off the court!Contestant Jiang Yuebai!He is about to fight for the last seat in the group! 】

[No one can replace him! 】

【nobody!This is the arrangement of fate!He is finally back! 】

[Jiang Yuebai!Yin Zhian!Liang Yule!are you ready? ! 】

[Next!This is our last battle! 】

Xu Yingzhuo entered the studio and lifted the boss who was on the ground like a dead dog to his seat.

Jiang Yuebai walked down the steps to the waiting area step by step.

Sitting in the pending area, Yin Zhian's complexion seemed to be constipated, turning black and white for a while, and varied and colorful.

Lu Xiuze said that Jiang Yuebai would not be able to get up without two or three days, but it only took two or three fucking hours.

Yin Zhian: "...Fuck!"

There's nothing new about it, unlike Master Jiang, whose backhand is just one: "Liliyuan Shangcaocheng's spring grass is deep, who cares about Cuncao Xinma's insanity."

Yin Zhian: "...fuckfuckfuck!"

Master Jiang never forbears, he hates when he should, and Yin Zhian can only speak shit, and his language is extremely poor.

Then Master Jiang turned his back to the camera and the auditorium, pointed at Yin Zhian's distorted face accurately, and raised his middle finger.

"Trash." Master Jiang said, "Let's fight!"

Liang Yule stepped onto the stage and received continuous applause, but his performance was not as good as the players sitting in the group formation area.

When Liang Yule stepped down from the stage, he passed by Yin Zhian.However, Liang Yule ignored Yin Zhian, and instead said to Jiang Yuebai who was sitting on the chair, "Come on!"

The boys knew in their hearts that no one was willing to let Yin Zhian take over.

Yin Zhian mouthed a damn word, and stood in the spotlight with a cold face.

This is Yin Zhian's last chance, whether they are happy or not, the important thing is that he has to make his debut.

Yin Zhian kept thinking in his mind that Liang Yule's performance was mediocre, and his score was not too high. It would be no problem to crush Liang Yule.

As for Jiang Yuebai, he is just a budding rookie, a trainee of Feihuang Entertainment with zero foundation, and his face is obviously a little pale, and his voice is hoarse and deep, so what are his chances of winning?

This is what Yin Zhian thought. Yin Zhian, who was used to being in the limelight, tried his best in the spotlight, obviously outperforming Liang Yule.

The more obvious the contrast, the higher the chance of getting a high score. When Yin Zhian stopped panting, the professional jury had already revealed a large number of 10 points.

Daji frowned on the seat: "... 10 points? Although it's not bad, it's not enough to give him such a high score. What's the matter with the professional jury?"

"What else could be going on?" Smurf crossed his legs and smiled, "Three of the four trainees of Shengle Entertainment were dismissed, so we have to keep one of them."

A member of the professional jury commented earnestly: "Excellent! Excellent! In fact, in the second round of promotion, I was more inclined to Yin Zhian, who has stable strength and excellent singing and dancing. He has no shortcomings in all aspects. He is better than Lin Mo is more suitable for debut."

"Yes!" Immediately, the judges followed suit, "This last group spot is destined to belong to such a player with such strong comprehensive strength! Having no shortcomings is more important than occasionally shining, after all, the entertainment industry needs fresh blood that can last and perform well .”

Someone is playing the rhythm, and it sounds vaguely reasonable.

Not only did he praise Yin Zhian, but he also trampled on Jiang Yuebai behind him.

Xiao Eyuan sneered with disdain: "No shortcomings?"

Yuan Pu made up his mind: "Character is his biggest shortcoming."

Chairman Chi's eyes were cold: "Remember the media people who spoke for him."

Without further ado, Assistant Xu took out his little black notebook and remembered that Fei Kuai, a friend of Shengle Entertainment, is an enemy of Feihuang Entertainment.

The auditorium was divided into two voices, one voice was: "One thing to say, brother Zhi'an's performance is really good! And his performance is very stable every game, why don't you vote for him?!"

Another voice said: "Every aspect is average, but it is not outstanding enough, which makes people not very impressive."

"But the professional jury is also very reasonable! What we need are continuous and stable stars, not fleeting meteors."

The rice fans stood up: "Who is the star and who is the shooting star?!"

The audience was restless and arguing endlessly, but it also created a topic for Yin Zhian.

In the end, the number of votes from the audience was not low, almost approaching 950 votes. Coupled with the scores of the professional jury, it was another high score.

The dream tutor is very fair, yes, good, but lacks enough bright spots and new ideas.

High score, but it can't touch the top, and the overall evaluation is not low.

Yin Zhian is satisfied.

This watery score gave Yin Zhian the capital to be arrogant.

Jiang Yuebai went to the backstage and did not stay in the pending area. Maybe it was because of too much pressure, or maybe it was too nervous.

The boy was sitting leisurely in a chair, asking the makeup artist to touch up his makeup.

"Be more handsome." Master Jiang said, "Be more heroic, more stylish, more cool, and more murderous."

The make-up artist laughed so hard that his hands trembled: "...Why did you make your face look a bit murderous???"

While talking, the boy suddenly lowered his beautiful double eyelids, half drooping, covering half of the eyeballs, suppressed the smile on the corner of his lips, and asked in a cold and indifferent tone: "What about now?" ?”

Makeup artist: "...he looks murderous!"

The last performance belonged to Jiang Yuebai, who was the most popular outside the venue.

When a flute sounded melodiously, the scene quickly changed from noisy to quiet.

There was no light on the stage, it was pitch black.

Nothing can be seen until a beam of light falls from above.

Sitting cross-legged under the beam of light was a person with a long-sleeved blue shirt and a gentle temperament.

The boy is wearing a bun, with his face slightly sideways, holding a Guqin in his arms, and his ten fingers are slender. At this time, he is gently stroking along the strings. The sound of the piano and the flute are intertwined, playing a refreshing song chords.

It is like an ink painting scroll, simple and vivid, which makes people unable to move their eyes away.

Even Sun Wukong was muttering to himself: "This is really Moshang, who is like jade, and a gentleman is unparalleled in the world."