Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

Chapter Ch42.2 - Theme Song

translator: xiin

editors: apricot & juurensha

Five teams and fourteen hands all pointed quickly at Wu Jin.

The first one to come back to his senses was Caesar. Almost at the same moment when Wu Jin jumped down, he was pulled into a bear hug, “Goddamn, Little Witch, that’s amazing! My eyes almost got pregnant from watching…”

Wu Jin’s sharp presence was dispelled by this hug. His face was a little flushed, “What…”

Zoe hurriedly fished him out, then sighed emotionally over the Wu Jin who’d instantly turned back into a white rabbit, “Little Witch, how can you dance like you’re using a rocket launcher on the stage and bombarding the audience??”

Wu Jin was excited, “I––”

On the other side, the director lifted up a large loudspeaker and quickly quieted the crowd, “17 votes. In that case, Little Witch is confirmed as our c-position and lead dancer. Contestant Little Thin and Contestant Qin… won’t be treated unfairly either. You’ll be in the middle of class D and class C when the MV is being recorded and will have the left and right wings. Alright, if you have nothing else to do, go back and practice dancing. We’ll get together at 8PM tomorrow evening to shoot the ensemble. At the time, all the rest of the contestants will be watching from under the stage…”

Thin Fire finally let out a relieved breath. For better or worse, he’d still managed to keep a wing c-position. He couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting over to Wu Jin. It seemed a little like envy, but also like he was plotting something.

Dolma Entertainment’s contestant Qin jumped up, “This, this, this doesn’t seem right, what does this have to do with me! Wasn’t I watching from beneath the stage the whole time? Director, I––”

The two teammates pulled the man back in a panic once again, “Old Qin, let’s go back and watch the replay ah…”

The broadcasting hall was lively and noisy until nearly nine o’clock.

Wu Jin was exhausted by the time he went back to the dormitory. On the way back, he subconsciously looked towards the North Tower of the twin towers, and his round eyes suddenly brightened.

Big boss, who’d disappeared after the match, was standing at the other end of the lawn and using his terminal to communicate with someone.

The man almost seemed to blend into the deep night. Most of the time, he was silent, only occasionally humming in response or giving some kind of order.

Wu Jin looked out across the distance, and a few sentences suddenly came to his mind.

“… It is out of step with the environment and will die out quickly at the edge of the map. It cannot be integrated into the model’s grid, like a person who is all alone…”

A long time later, Wei Shi hung up and turned back to gesture for the rabbit spirit to come over.

Wu Jin bounced over, his eyes bright and clear. He soon thought of how he’d done something foolish during the game… his eyes shifted and darted around.

Wei Shi raised his brow.

The youth had a healthy flush on his cheeks, and a thin layer of sweat from exercise could be seen. He hadn’t yet changed out of his training clothing, but had taken off his coat and was holding it in his hand. His delicate clavicle was exposed by the low collar, and the milky smell of a baby animal exuded from all over his body. His eyes were bright and sparkling, and he looked very happy.

“Where did you go.” Wei Shi locked onto his face and asked.

Wu Jin had ranked first in the competition, then gotten the position of lead dancer. His small curls were about to float away, “Group performance rehearsal! C-position for the theme song!”

He wasn’t only able to write children’s songs about red tomatoes, lambie lamb and so on&#k2026;!

Wei Shi nodded. “Not bad.”

The closer the youth was, the more obvious his clear and light exercised rabbit smell became. His soft curls fluttered slightly in the wind, and it seemed as though Wei Shi just had to reach out in order to press Wu Jin into his arms and stroke his fur until he was quiet and obedient.

Wei Shi narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wu Jin was still muttering and chattering on, but the air around them grew quiet. It could be heard that he was still uttering a few phrases, such as “the moths in the instance”, “just now in the studio,” “big brother, my dancing is amazing!!”, and so on.

He still had a lot going on regardless of whether he was poisoned silly or not.

Wei Shi suddenly reached out and placed his hand on the soft, curly hair.

The palm that was now slow to sense warmth after undergoing genetic modification was wrapped in a gentle touch.

Wu Jin’s eyes widened in confusion.

Wei Shi was expressionless as he retrieved his hand.

Wu Jin immediately drew out an equals sign between the touch just now and ‘Big Brother is praising me’!

The curfew was coming. Wu Jin could only go back before the door closed, but after a while, he thought about how Wei Shi could be promoted to C-rank and move into the South Tower after the competition and inexplicably cheered up again.

“Big brother!” He suddenly spoke up, “Tomorrow’s group performance shooting… Will big brother come?”

Wei Shi nodded.

Wu Jin’s heart was suddenly filled with joy, and he happily said goodbye.

The night deepened.

Wu Jin added some grass for Brother Rabbit, took a bath, and sank into sleep.

Caesar and his girlfriend were still video chatting. The two of them were playing ‘you are my little rabbit, and I am your little butterfly’…

Thin Fire was reporting on his work to his brother Thin Water.

Thin Water was in a dressing gown. He sipped and tasted the red wine in his hand, “Cub, your elder brother is very disappointed in you.”

Thin Fire: “Brother wuuuuuu––”

Thin Water: “Your big brother spent so many years before breaking out of the Azure Competition Zone, and it’s a good time for me to refresh my image. If you don’t form a CP with Wu Jin, then the fans will start rooting for our CP. Your big brother is old now, and this kind of thing won’t fly.”

Thin Fire: “Brother ahhhhhh––”

Thin Water: “Pup, dance well during tomorrow’s theme song. Call me when you’re trending on hot search.”

Thin Fire froze for a moment and spoke in a panic, “Big brother! I, in fact, I––”

The communication was terminated.

The night passed by.

The twin towers that had lost another 100 people was quiet in a way it had rarely been before. Even Wu Jin settled in comfortably and ended up sleeping in.

According to the schedule, the trainees would have a week-long vacation after they finished recording the group performance that evening.

As early as last night, Blood Pigeon had already asked for leave to see his wife and children. There was only Instructor Ying Xiangxiang left at the base––

After lunch, the base was filled with the sounds of crying and howling.

Ying Xiangxiang wore 10 cm high heels as she walked around catching lucky students one by one to practice dancing.

“If your moves are unqualified, no leave will be given. You say you’re an A-level trainee? Sorry, the top five teams all have to dance in the group performance tonight.”

“If you don’t dance seriously to the theme song, how will you get the audience to vote for you? Ah?!”

“… Didn’t they say that she would only catch each person once? That contestant––why was Red caught twice? Forget it, forget it. Since he dares to sign up for someone else, then just have him dance twice… It’s not cute at all…”

Eight in the evening.

The Crosson Show’s broadcast hall was ablaze with lights.

When Wu Jin came out of the dressing room, even Ying Xiangxiang was stunned for a long time.

“Little Witch, remember to come to my studio if you ever want to give up competing in the future.” Ying Xiangxiang spoke in all earnestness, “Are you ready?”

Wu Jin nodded, his eyes sparkling.

Beneath the stage.

The audience stands were crowded.

Other than the top five teams, the other contestants were all seated to one side, with the live audience seated on the other side.

Following the Crosson Show’s style of being a ferocious money trap, the Crosson Show had sold the tickets at a price almost as high as those for the opening ceremony, yet there were still countless fans willing to pay for them.

The lighting overhead shone brightly, the bowl-shaped broadcast hall dazzling and brilliant. Support banners flashed constantly when the lights dimmed. There were ‘Ten years of R-Code, all hail the King’, ‘Little Witch, mama came to see you’, as well as ‘Thin family army’, ‘Azure People’s Entertainment poverty relief billboard’, and so on.

Amidst the sound of the audience’s laughter, dozens of live broadcast cameras were ready to launch.

Compared with the expensive live tickets, the Crosson Show had clearly also done a bit extra to show their sincerity––

To only have the contestants dance to the theme song was something that any survival show program organizers who had even a bit of intelligence wouldn’t do.

8:10 PM.

The lights finally went out completely.

A spotlight hit the stage, and the mechanism rose up slowly.

There were shrill screams in the hall. Red stretched out his head to look, “Brother Wei, look at this dance. Do we really have to dance––Ah, Little Witch, Brother Wei, look, it’s Little Witch––”