After hearing the words of the PD on the intercom, the writer sisters were in the background, taking the trouble to explain the program process to the children over and over again.
"Remember the serial number of your entry order, and listen up! After entering the venue, you will have the opportunity to choose your seat, which is the serial number. This is the first and only time that you will choose the seat yourself. From now on! You will
Lose the right to decide where to choose!"
"Every time after that, the people will vote in person, and it will no longer be a simple serial number, but a ranking! Did you hear that?"
"So, now, it doesn't matter whether you sit in the first place or in the last place, because it's too early for now."
"Keep your eyes on the number one spot, radiate your charm, keep working hard, and take action at any time. This is your only purpose as a trainee."
"Unit No. 1, aim at the main stage."
"Preparation hall, the units in the famous brand waiting room flash, Close up, ready for close-up!!"
"Nai, PDnim, the kids are ready, Bailey, check again! Check!"
"Children, cherish every opportunity for the camera, release and show your charm to the fullest, let the people like you and vote for you. Each vote is equivalent to the cobblestones that pave your road to success, Alasso?
!"
"Guilty!!"
The clear and sweet voices of many trainees suddenly sounded.
I can't help but make the tired and numb hearts of these old sisters and brothers feel full of vitality after a long absence.
There are actually many reasons why some production crews like to do talent shows.
Some staff members like this achievement as if they are raising daughters, and some like to see these little girls subconsciously forming small groups to keep warm in a strange environment.
It’s easy to recall the feeling of running around and laughing happily with relatives and friends in my hometown when I was a child...
I miss you very much.
The somewhat sentimental writers, sisters, and directors couldn't help but reveal a kind smile.
"Get ready to shoot, start!"
"Cue!"
The final stage of preparation.
More than a hundred trainees from the southern peninsula gathered together according to the signs marking their respective companies.
Whispers began to circulate among various small groups.
"But, I heard that the popular king is coming too. To be honest, Ani...how can wuli compare?"
"Mo? Who?"
"Who else is it? The one that President Nim said was originally an idol..."
"Little Sakura?!"
"Wow, what a big blow! A complete dimensionality reduction blow~"
Huh...
Huhu...
Deep breathing, pupils dilating due to nervousness, small movements of fingers.
There are even some who steal snacks...
Everyone is using their own way to relieve this tension.
After all, this is a show about competing and surviving against a hundred high-quality trainees with excellent abilities and unique personalities.
What kind of picture is this?
The sense of shock and suffocation slowly spreads with a silent smell of gunpowder smoke.
On the exquisite large screen hung high in the studio, the first agency to enter the scene will appear, and the name of the agency will slowly emerge——
"Lehua"
"Wuli, Cui Ruina, the first one is wuli!"
"GoGo, wuli is okay!"
"Frighting!"
Several energetic and lively sounds sounded.
Everyone looked around and saw only three figures jumping away.
"Finally, it begins..."
This sentence appeared in all the children's hearts at the same time involuntarily.
With a greeting, all the trainees looked nervous in the order they appeared.
"Ah, what is that beautiful kid standing in the corner doing in a daze? Be serious! Concentrate, concentrate~"
"Yeah!"
The body seems to be gently pulled by someone, and the consciousness wakes up along with the soul.
My vision gradually narrowed from far away, from the tiny specks of dust to the crowds of people coming and going.
The surrounding sounds gradually became clearer and three-dimensional.
The pain in the body is gradually disappearing, and the senses and perceptions are regained control.
Jiang Yiliang opened his eyes suddenly, opened his mouth wide, and gasped hard.
"Hoo, hoho!"
It is as if a drowning person was suddenly rescued from the water and received hard-won oxygen.
"Oh, you scared me to death, um, a relative..."
A soft and delicate voice also came to his ears. Jiang Yiliang slowly came back to his senses, his eyes a little dazed and dull.
Where am I, hospital?
Who am I? Am I dead?
I know the sidewalk, but what the hell is "debut"?!
Also, who is Jiang Xiaoliang?
"Huh? Girl, are you calling me?"
Even he himself didn't realize it.
A clear and ethereal voice came out slowly from his own mouth.
That is the most beautiful voice and the gentlest timbre.
That kind of sound is a kind of dividing line that has nothing to do with the boundaries between men and women, and has an extremely pure and clear texture.
Jiang Yiliang subconsciously said this sentence, but the next second he was jumped by his own voice.
Ale, let me go, this is my voice?!
Also, what "dialect" am I speaking? When did I learn this language?
Even if you were disfigured in a car accident, why did your voice change?!
The girl who didn't know what Jiang Yiliang was thinking looked at him strangely, pinched the corner of his clothes, and then carefully reminded:
"Hey, Jiang Xiaoliangxi, the writer Ernie is scolding you."
"Who?"
"Writer Ernie, ah, her eyes are so scary."
"Huh? That's not important, it's not...what did you call me just now? My name is Jiang Yiliang, did you admit the wrong person?!"
"One tael? Xiaoliang?"
The girl's eyes became even stranger.
Isn't this important? The writer's sister's eyes are almost dazzling, and she may recognize the wrong person and the wrong word, but if she doesn't, she may be deaf.
And obviously the writer sister nim called you...
But as soon as she gained some confidence, she saw Jiang Yiliang's resolute expression and tone.
For a moment, she doubted herself again, so she squinted her eyes and tried to identify the "name brand" on Jiang Yiliang's chest.
Every single stroke was written with the standard "Jiang Xiaoliang" in Peninsula characters. She raised her head and glanced at him secretly.
"Huh?"
Then he lowered his head and frowned, thinking hard. He tilted his head and looked horizontally and vertically. After looking carefully for a long time, he finally saw the words between the words. There were two words written in each stroke——
"Prabhu"
Then her expression became very aggrieved, she straightened up and stared at Jiang Yiliang.
"My dear, why do you think I am illiterate? Not every trainee has not graduated from junior high school! And girls should not take pleasure in lying to others!"
In anger, Jiang Huiyuan even forgot to hide the bread in his hand.
"Ha, I'm not a girl...huh?!"
Inadvertently, he glanced at the heart-warming rise and fall on his chest, and his pupils trembled.
The next second, the girl's face turned red and her eyes were panicked.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and unconsciously lowered it slowly, doing the actions that any man who firmly believes that "chicken" cannot be lost would do subconsciously after discovering that something is missing.
"Yes (no)!"
The girl, whose face was as red as blood, grabbed his hand tightly.
"Let go!!"
"You just let go~ My dear, what are you doing?! This is on a show!"
"Jiang Huiyuan! Are you crazy?! At this time, you still dare to steal food? And that kid named Jiang Xiaoliang! What are you two doing cuddling each other?! It's not your turn yet, and the camera hasn't started filming yet.
, why are you so anxious to form a CP?!"
A writer sister who specializes in picking up trainees shouted loudly at the two of them.
"Hahaha!"
When the surrounding trainee girls saw this interesting scene, their tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and they couldn't help but burst into innocent and clear laughter.
Jiang Huiyuan quickly let go, and then obediently handed over his bread under the "evil" gaze of the writer sister.
"You owe me a piece of bread."
She looked at Jiang Yiliang with resentful eyes, especially when she saw that she had become the focus of so many people's attention, she suddenly became shy and lowered her head to pretend to be an autistic girl.
She whispered angrily:
"Ah, what a shame, Jiang Xiaoliangxi!"
"..."
And one liang of ginger, ah no!
Now there is a "girl" named Jiang Xiaoliang, her eyes gradually become dull, and her mouth slowly opens wide.
He (she) seems to have discovered some horrifying truth.
The massive memories in my mind were crazily poured into my head at this moment.
She looked up, her eyes dazed.
This is the filming scene of "Produce48".
It is said to be selected by 100% national producers, and thanks to the international popularity of Pop in recent years, there will be huge changes this season.
This is a "trainee" survival program, a talent show debut, truly called a "global idol competition reality program".
During the competition, they lived and ate together, completed various tasks assigned by various instructors, learned, grew, and - competed.
101 girls not only want to get the debut seat, but also have ambitions hidden in their hearts or on the surface.
They want to chase the "number one" at the top.
The much-anticipated position, higher than all positions, is also called the throne of debut, the "C position".
Everything is under the camera, allowing citizens to experience, participate and enjoy...
This is not only the fun of cultivating the system, but also the cruel and evil taste.
And he (him)——Jiang Xiaoliang.
It is these 101 ordinary "girls" who are chasing the dream of "debut".
Ignoring the ridicule of the writer sister and the curious looks of the trainees.
"Are you sure? I'm a woman?"
Jiang Xiaoliang looked away, then stared at Jiang Huiyuan, who was blushing and avoiding his gaze.
"I'm sure you are a Prabhu."
Jiang Huiyuan's clear and bright big eyes, the shy and embarrassed gaze, reflected the strange "self", slowly raising his hands simultaneously.
"I C..."
Jiang Xiaoliang covered his face with his hands in despair. Although his head was messy and his speech was confused, he (she) quickly mastered a pure and authentic Peninsular dialect: