Beautiful people abound in the entertainment industry.
Especially at the year-end award show, you can meet a very beautiful idol girl in just three or five steps.
Some are even daughters of wealthy families and come from well-known families.
But whether it is red or not depends on your fate. The background is just a layer of protection at best, but no matter what, the extremely cruel fact is——
Being mediocre in appearance is a different kind of discrimination in this circle.
It takes unimaginable effort and talent to carve out a path in this circle...
From beginning to end, everyone has different answers on how to get out of the industry and become famous.
Is it the charm of personality that is plain in appearance but full of talent, or is it the unreasonable beauty that amazes the world just by virtue of appearance?
Or, what about the "monster newcomer" who has both?
Countless people from the South Peninsula rushed into the message section of IZ*ONE’s official website to express their excitement and enthusiasm for the debut of “Jiang Shisan”:
"I am not a WIZ*ONE, nor have I watched the variety show Produce 48, but I am attracted to Jiang Xiaoliang alone. I am a fan of her looks."
"Similar to the poster, I am not a fan, but one thing that is different from the poster is that the opportunity for me to get involved - yes, it was because of the recent performance where Xiao Liangzi collaborated with (G)I-DLE's Tian Xiaojuan.
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"Going upstairs, I just climbed the wall. As for the reason, I have talent, charm, personality...but no good looks (because Xiaoliang was wearing a mask and a hat at that time, kkk...). I thought about it a lot, but later I
Wake up, even if some people are born with mediocre looks, but have magnificent souls, they will never be lost in the crowd, but live rich and proud lives."
"Borrow me the first floor. I said it's upstairs. If you like an idol, you have to be whole-hearted. How can you climb the wall to get here?! Forget it, I won't tell you. My nurse Yoona called me to put on a plaster..."
"kkk, you made me laugh so hard! Is the one who climbed up the wall and was discovered by his idol and had his legs broken, okay?"
"Jiang Xiaoliang, Onissalang! Give up Jiang Huiyuan and marry me. If my sister is rich, she will buy you delicious food every day~"
"I have been a fan of Jiang Xiaoliang since my PD 48 days. She even ate my seaweed rice, FFF..."
"Dear Xiaoliang
Sister knows that you don’t like roses, because you always feel sorry for Xiao Ruina who is allergic to pollen.
Ernie will not disturb your life. He will only secretly place a fresh rose on your way to work every day. I hope that starting from today, you can walk on the flower path..."
"An Youzhen! Please let me go, little Liang, and let me come!"
"I love you, regardless of your gender or personality... By the way, I would like to ask all netizens in the South Peninsula, I am thirty-four and she is fourteen, will I be sentenced?"
"The old aunt above, old goblin, please wake up, stop your wishful thinking, Liangjiang lying next to me is scared. Since ancient times, monsters have different paths, unless you are not human..."
"It's not me who's wrong. If you want to blame me, just blame Jiang Xiaoliang for committing the crime!"
"Inside?"
"Jiang Xiaoliang, you arsonist with a sweet heart!!"
The workplace lady of P Club who is responsible for managing the section.
She is a senior Kpop fan, but this is the first time she has seen a message board of a newly debuted member freeze and freeze due to a large number of messages on the screen.
She shook her head and sighed in a low voice:
"Dafa, the popularity is monster level..."
Popularity corresponds to a busy schedule and training.
Just like the relationship between leftovers and boxes, training and travel are packaged, and both are indispensable.
The girls of IZ*ONE had just finished their practice and washed themselves briefly. Before they could take a breath, they were picked up by their manager Sister Hongshu.
Prepare to go to Kyung Hee University and the Peace Palace in the capital.
The campus is extremely beautiful, and the sunset is stunning.
Classical and Gothic buildings with different styles, the setting sun sinks like the wind, and the evening breeze is as gentle as a dream. It is a gorgeous Western-style garden castle style, so beautiful that it is unforgettable.
When they arrived at their destination, they hadn't even gotten off the bus yet. Along the way, they could see fans from various companies holding signs of support and looking crazy, walking on the campus avenue.
And the staff of this award ceremony are maintaining order and arranging the red carpet ceremony.
"West…"
The outside world is unclear. In IZ*ONE's nanny car, someone is leaning against the window with a helpless expression, and his head is buzzing...
"He is an arsonist~"
"Sister Quan, if you keep doing this, do you believe that I will really set a fire? Bye, I'm still young and don't want to walk on the road of crime..."
"Hey, haha~"
"Liang'er, look at me~ Do I look like a little fox?"
"No, you look like a little fool."
"What about me? Do you think the way I snap my fingers sounds good? Doesn't it look like the way you did it on the collaboration stage? Hehe, oops, look at me, little fat cool~"
Naughty An Youzhen really deserves a beating.
Pushing An An's innocent little face away, Jiang Xiaoliang couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Then the fingers start to accumulate strength.
"What are you doing with your fingers?"
"If Thanos snaps his fingers, you will all die!!"
"ah!!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Just because Jiang Xiaoliang went to a collaboration stage.
He was ridiculed crazily by the members, which was simply heartbreaking.
From living in the dormitory, to the practice room, and finally at the award ceremony, everyone around her was constantly teasing her.
Except Sister Hongshu, the only agent who knew.
Including those staff members who met at the year-end stage, singing shows, and award ceremonies, almost everyone would say a kind joke when they saw Jiang Xiaoliang:
"Hey Yigu, Aniace, isn't this our little tough guy, Jiang Xiaoliangxi?"
Hearing these words, Brother Liangzi immediately responded:
"Hey Gu, oh Gu, hello, hello~"
"Xiao Liang, when Tian Xiaojuanxi raps to you, will you be scared? So scared that you want to kneel down?"
"Moragu?! Yeah, a man has gold at his knees, not to mention that I'm covered in gold! You don't even know that Sister Xiaojuan is with me...Eh? Eh, what the hell~ I don't even know what you're talking about, sister! You've already said that
not me!"
Fans in the southern peninsula are really scary and crazy.
A person's entire day's route and entire itinerary can be found with just a few clues.
So what if we wear a hat, a mask, something really tight?
You can recognize any inadvertent little habits immediately, just like catching someone raping someone.
I feel that in this era of explosive idols, in a foreign country, once you stand on the stage, it is really difficult to return to being an ordinary person.
Almost everyone in the southern peninsula recognizes it.
Only Jiang Xiaoliang was still unwilling to admit it.
Some things are done right away, but why do you feel so embarrassed when you think back on them?
She prayed from the bottom of her heart that Pei Zhuzhu would not be seen.
And Sister Yuzi, I remember that my image in front of her was very tall, like a long-legged oppa.
As for Xiao Wai Ba and Ming Jing Nan, that's even worse.
With a soft and cute little voice, I probably wouldn’t dare to be harsh on myself, but if I’m angry, I’ll definitely be angry, and it’s the kind that can’t even be coaxed.
Of course, the one who needs coaxing first now is the person next to him.
The girls have put on new singing clothes, which are like white roses, less bright and thorny, and more gentle, elegant and noble.
Sitting in the waiting room, the girls looked nervous and excited.
Only Ms. Jiang Huiyuan, who is still in a daze and has made her Buddhist debut.
"I said Brother Beizi, can you stop staring at me all the time? Do I have flowers on my face, or do I have a dog's tail covered with mud?"
"That weirdo must be you."
"Oh, I told you it's not me! Did she introduce herself? No, did she show her face? No~ This is baseless, be careful I will sue you Beizi for defamation~"
Jiang Xiaoliang gritted his teeth and spoke in a ferocious tone, approaching Jiang Huiyuan, almost touching her face.
"What are you looking at! Yeah, it's like a kitten's sharp claws. I use them without mercy. Rabbits also have teeth, so they don't bite with a soft mouth!"
"But only you, only you will learn from me...my..."
"Oh, your hell rap, right? Come on, it's time to perform the real sand sculpture, the God of Rap in Chaozimaru - Choi! Rui! Na!"
When she heard Xiaoliang calling her, Cui Ruina, the second leader of the sand sculpture and possessed by "PD 48 Period Guangbei", was extremely cooperative, her expression was stunned, and her face was filled with pure horror.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"
Brother Liangzi clapped his little hands and shouted the rhythm:
"Two, three~"
Because the host MC on the awards stage was still talking.
Even though she was too far away to hear, Cui Ruina still hummed softly and cutely in a very quiet voice:
“IZ*ONE in your area…”
"You shouldn't have such a small voice before, right? You have momentum and a sense of confidence! Taxi (again), come on, Na-chan, sing with me: Chaozi Maru in your area!"
“Chaiziwan in your area?”
"Yeah, sound, spit it out!!"
"Eh?" Cui Ruina, who was pretending to be shy, looked at the ferocious-looking teacher Xiaoliang, and then at her blushing face next to her.
Tilting your head, pouting your cute duck lips, a "question rap" that makes you lower your head and suppress a smile:
"Mia Nei, Chaozi Maru in your area~"
This scene perfectly overlaps with the scene in Miss Beizi's memory. It cannot be said that they are completely unrelated, it can only be said that they are exactly the same!!
"Ah! Jiang Liangzi, Cui Yaya, you two! Want to die?!"
There was a lot of joy in the waiting room.
This is a live broadcast of an awards ceremony tonight.
The background music gradually increases from low to high, and the fans are always waiting and waiting, why haven't they come yet?
After the news of the award was confirmed, some fans around the venue were still chatting and laughing.
And some fans, even if they hold up their support items, are already feeling sad.
The slightly bright stage can witness the glory of some debut groups, as well as the sadness of the senior groups. Those who are sobbing "Oh Doc, Oppa..." are die-hard fans who love them so much.
At this moment, the MC on the stage spoke word by word in a rhythmic hosting tone:
"Next, please come out, the little flowers who formed a group based on the concept of rose road, wuli!! IZ*ONE!"
"WOW!!!"
"Dafa Dafa! fighting!!"
"Salang hey!! IZ*ONE!!"
Under the deafening, hot and crazy background vocals.
The people from the program team, as well as the staff of Aizimaru, quickly opened the door of the waiting room, waving their hands and urging in a hurry: like urging children in kindergarten:
"Children, Go, Go, Go~~"
Highly anticipated and watched.
Thirteen girls stood in the backstage passage.
The one at the front is the leader of IZ*ONE - Kwon Eunbi.
And, Jiang Xiaoliang has unknowingly become the soul support of all girls.
On the stage, neon lights were on, bright red, like the burgundy red of the setting sun.
The slightly drunken and hazy atmosphere makes people's eyes intoxicated and their souls weightless.
"Can you hold on? Why don't you take a breather, little tough guy~"
Jiang Xiaoliang turned back and looked at the nervous girls.
The smile is bright and the eyes are exceptionally bright.
"Hey, it's only children who can't hold on and shout that they can't. Adults can only grit their teeth and move forward. There is no such thing as 'no' in Brother Liang's dictionary."
Her smile disturbed their time.
Her light blue eyes were gentle enough, and this was their idea of crossing the line.
"Hey, come on, Yo Rob~"
The young man's smile was frozen in the drunken light.
Behind her are the brisk smiles of the girls. They follow her figure, and the corners of their clothes flutter with the brisk pace, which is their trust and dependence on this person.
Throw away the tension and entanglement, leaving behind courage and perseverance. Romantic encounters form a group, which is all luck.