in2ebook Chapter 94: 980 Billion!
Chapter 94: 980 Billion!
In front of the Kyoto Television building.
It was already past four in the afternoon, and the start of recording was getting closer.
Although the ratings for "The Voice of China" have declined in recent seasons, it's still a force to be reckoned with.
As a long-running national variety show, the recording site still attracted many fans, media, and contestants carrying various musical instruments, their faces beaming with "I want to be famous."
Jiang Bai paid the fare, slung his guitar over his shoulder, and opened the car door.
The moment the toes touch the ground.
【Holy Halo】Activates automatically.
He wore a beige cotton and linen long dress, covered with a loose knitted cardigan, and a beret. A few strands of hair fell to the side of his face, and the pearl hair clip looked as warm and lustrous as jade in the sunlight.
He stood quietly by the bustling roadside, seemingly surrounded by his own protective aura.
The surrounding noise of horns and screams of fans seemed to automatically decrease in volume around him.
"Holy crap...look at that!"
"Who is that? Some newly debuted star?"
"She has such a great presence, she looks like a forest-themed heroine straight out of a Japanese drama..."
Passersby and paparazzi unconsciously turned their cameras toward them.
Jiang Bai stood before this magnificent building, a symbol of fame and fortune.
He took a deep breath of the air filled with car exhaust fumes.
I looked up at the flashing TV station logo.
There was no timidity or nervousness typical of newcomers in their eyes; instead, two flames of ambition burned within them.
"This is where I take off!"
"What's 980 million?"
"Once I become a superstar, I can earn back your 980 million popularity points, let alone 980 million!"
"When the time comes, I'll hire ten makeup artists! Nine to supervise, and one to do the work!"
With this kind of momentum that seems determined to plunder the entertainment industry.
Jiang Bai strode towards the gate.
"Snap!"
A camera shutter clicked from behind the bushes not far away.
A junior reporter who had been waiting for half a day without getting a shot of a celebrity subconsciously pressed the shutter.
He looked down at the photos in the camera.
stunned.
In the photo.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the girl.
She wore a fresh and elegant floral dress and carried a slightly weathered wooden guitar, looking like the gentlest and most harmless girl next door.
but.
Her eyes.
Those clear eyes revealed a resolute and domineering aura completely different from his attire!
Like a female warrior about to go to the battlefield, she wears gentle armor but hides the determination to slay dragons.
This stark contrast instantly struck the young reporter's heart.
"hiss……"
"That look in his eyes...that's something."
The young reporter liked it more and more as she looked at it, and was even reluctant to delete the photo that didn't show her face clearly.
He looked up at the figure that had already disappeared into the TV station's gate.
self-mumbling:
"That aura..."
"I guess it's one of the newest signed artists?"
"Keep this photo for now. If she becomes famous someday, it'll be a unique, one-of-a-kind photo!"
..............
Upon entering the television station, Jiang Bai went to the morning's rest room.
In a short while.
At 4:40, the staff led everyone to a more spacious lounge.
In the dressing room, a huge live broadcast screen hangs directly in front, clearly showing the situation on stage and the backs of the mentors.
The on-site director, holding a megaphone, stood at the front, solemnly explaining the rules to the contestants who were about to go on stage:
"Listen up, everyone! I'll only say it once!"
"When your name is called, go out through this door and walk along the passage."
The director pointed to a long, dark corridor on the side and gestured with his famous hand gesture:
"There's a fork in the road at the end."
"To your right is the door to the stage; that's your battlefield!"
"On the left is the athletes' preparation room."
"According to the procedure, while the previous contestant is singing, the next contestant must go to the 'preparation room on the left' to wait in advance."
"There's a TV there. You can relax there or chat with your family and friends who came with you."
At this point, the director paused, his gaze sweeping over the tense faces, his tone softening slightly:
"Don't be nervous, relax."
"The fact that you've all made it this far shows that you all have the ability."
"I hope you can all get your mentors to turn around! Good luck!"
After giving his instructions, the director turned and left in a hurry.
As soon as the door closed, the once quiet lounge erupted into a cacophony of noise.
"Phew...that scared me to death, is it really starting already?"
"What should I do? My throat feels a bit tight. Does anyone have any dried sea buckthorn fruit?"
"Oh my god... that passage looks so dark, like it leads to an execution ground."
"The stage is on the right, the observation room is on the left... What if I get nervous and go to the wrong one?"
"Oh no, I think I forgot a line from the lyrics!"
A sense of oppressive tension spread rapidly through the air.
Some people were restless and paced back and forth.
Some people's hands were shaking as they held the water bottles, and they spilled water on their clothes while drinking.
A few with poor mental fortitude even ran out of the lounge and hid at the end of the corridor to practice their singing frantically, trying to cram for the competition.
On the big screen, a video of the front desk being ready was playing, and the voices of various staff members were transmitted through the screen to the lounge, which further aggravated the anxiety on site!
however.
In this chaotic backstage area.
Jiang Bai, standing alone in the corner, stood out with his peculiar style.
He was holding his guitar, comfortably nestled in the soft chair, his long hair hanging down from under his beret, obscuring half his face.
To outsiders, she appears to be a cool, forest-like goddess who is "closing her eyes to rest, preparing her emotions, and adjusting her breathing."
He exudes an aura of a master who remains calm even if Mount Tai collapses before him.
But in fact--
Jiang Bai was humming a little tune in his mind, and even felt a little like yawning.
"nervous?"
"It doesn't exist."
Jiang Bai shifted to a more comfortable position.
His relaxed demeanor stemmed entirely from the "devilish training" he underwent this afternoon.
In that simple "Muxiang Recording Studio", he polished the song "Baby" nine times!
Nine times in total!
Every breath, every note transition.
Even the intensity of each word he sings has been etched into his DNA, forming an indelible muscle memory.
Now, he's just an emotionless "sleep-inducing machine."
The moment you open your mouth, it's the perfect answer.
"Even if I'm asleep right now, as long as someone shouts '3, 2, 1, start,' I can sing this song perfectly with my eyes closed."
Jiang Bai looked at the contestants around him who were so nervous they were about to faint, and felt a deep sense of sympathy for them.
"Ah, how lonely it is to be invincible."
"If I had known I was one of the last few to perform, I would have come later."
"The waiting time is more tiring than singing."