Chapter 117 2/2

Of course, with bonuses hanging in front, a little hard work was well worth it.

The contestants either whispered to each other or pondered deeply, but in the end, they all wrote down their names on the paper.

“According to my experience, the contestant with the most votes should have additional rewards.”

“Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?”

“On the female side, I think it will be Ge Ling! Ge Ling looks like a fairy when she dances on stage, really beautiful.”

“I think on the male side, it will be Jin Yuan from Country P. He’s so famous, and he has so much explosiveness on stage. If I were a contestant, I would definitely choose him.”

“Am I the only one who thinks Tu Zhu danced really well? The infectious power is incredible.”

“Tu Zhu is indeed surprising. I always thought he had no ability.”

“It probably won’t be Tu Zhu; his reputation is so bad.”

“Ahhhh, support my love! In awe!”

While the Dance Studio Master was tallying the votes, which, to be honest, was not a small task—600 people, even if separated by gender, still amounted to 600 votes—luckily, he had helpers. A group of children wearing lobster headgear and showing small faces are about ten years old.

This cute attire caused a brief pause in the barrage, diverting attention to comments like “Ah, such cute kids,” “Is the production team trying to charm us with cute child labor?” and “There are even children.”

With the help of the children, the votes were quickly sorted, and three stacks were noticeably higher than the others.

Even though it was known that this was just a small game, as soon as the vote count was announced, the contestants, who had just been laughing and joking, couldn’t help but become nervous.

Even if the hope was slim, almost everyone secretly hoped that the winner would be themselves.

The Dance Studio Master, holding a lobster pouch, said, “Judging by your expressions, you probably know that the top three vote-getters will receive rewards.”

“Yes, we will select three contestants with the highest votes. These three contestants will get the three largest dance studios in the dance building, and they can also share them with their teammates.”

“Of course, you haven’t started assigning teammates yet, so who you want to share with depends on the winner’s own thoughts.”

In the background, Yu Xiangwan watched the clear live broadcast on the big screen and turned to Sheng Quan, saying, “Isn’t this rule a bit cliché?”

Sheng Quan smiled at the screen and said, “Cliché, but effective.”

A large dance studio was enough to excite all the contestants.

A sufficiently large dance studio meant ample practice space and time. No contestant would pass up on this welfare.

Of course, this rule was naturally facilitated by Sheng Quan.

It must be said that the professionally hired instructors were very dedicated. Dividing 600 contestants among a dozen instructors was still significant pressure.

But they evaluated and provided suggestions for each contestant according to their expertise.

Of course, the contestants were unaware of these things. Next, the instructors would guide and train them based on these comprehensive evaluations to steer them in a better direction.

In Tu Zhu’s evaluation, almost all instructors mentioned the same point: being too self-deprecating.

A bit of self-deprecation in an ordinary person doesn’t matter much; at most, it leads to a bit of unhappiness due to an overly self-deprecating personality.

But idols absolutely cannot be self-deprecating.

On the stage, what matters is the idol’s expressiveness and infectiousness. A person with low self-esteem cannot boldly showcase all of themselves on stage; it’s taboo.

Sheng Quan didn’t need to do much, to be precise, for the self-deprecating Tu Zhu; sometimes the less he did, the more effective it was.

She just needed to make Tu Zhu see himself clearly.

On the screen, the dance studio master finished speaking in a non-traditional manner. He didn’t follow the usual script, didn’t intentionally pause, and went straight to the table, picking up the first sheet from the three higher stacks and starting to read.

“Female contestants: first place, Lan He; second place, Qing Tian; third place, PB.”

“Male contestants: first place, Jin Yuan; second place, Tu Zhu; third place, Wu Xiangwang.”

It was so fast, it was almost like practicing rap.

Contestants: ‘…’

Audience: ‘…’

“No, did he finish reading just like that?”

“He’s not following the script.”

“Isn’t it usually deliberate hesitation, whether to open his mouth or not, making the audience and contestants anxious about who it is?”

“Ge Ling didn’t make it to the top three.”

“He’s so fast, I thought he was waiting to get off work.”

“Pretty much what I guessed. Although this batch of contestants is strong, those who are abnormal or monstrous can still be seen at a glance.”

“Tu Zhu! There’s actually Tu Zhu!”

“I have to say, Tu Zhu performed really well in that minute.”

The barrage started buzzing again, and on the production team, Tu Zhu, who had been quietly looking down at the ground, suddenly shook when he heard his name. Not a sudden lift of the head, but a slow one, as if afraid that moving too much would wake him up, and looked at the Dance Studio Master, who had just announced six names.

To be honest, even through the screen, Sheng Quan felt that his gaze was poignant.

Anyone could see that he hadn’t expected himself to be among the winners.

The three social cow dormitory friends beside him were already cheering and jumping. They draped their arms over Tu Zhu’s shoulders, eager to celebrate with a pole dance right there.

Tu Zhu himself still had a blank face, letting them sway his body left and right.

The direction of the barrage changed gradually after witnessing Tu Zhu’s performance.

[Tu Zhu’s expression is like a little dog in my house that got kicked.]

Tu Zhu didn’t expect to win; how could he? [He’s’she champion of my favorite show, “I Love to Fly.”]

People who are constantly criticized find it hard to maintain confidence, right? ]

[Haha, Tu Zhu looks so confused, but his looks are really high.]

[The three people next to Tu Zhu are so happy that it’s written all over their faces.]

[The camera pans to Jin Yuan; he’s encouraging himself; it pans to Wu Xiangwang; he looks determined; but when it pans to Tu Zhu, it becomes a group of people without brains looking unhappy, hahaha.]

[In this scene, Tu Zhu and his teammates look like three huskies surrounding a Samoyed, barking and playing.]

Three huskies and their Samoyed friend… Hahaha, such an accurate description.

Sheng Quan almost laughed himself to death.

Tu Zhu obviously hadn’t even recovered from his “I don’t know how to react” state, and he was unknowingly jumping in place with his three roommates.

He didn’t even know why he was jumping when he jumped.

“Behind-the-scenes manipulator,” Sheng Quan: Hahaha!

Although Sheng Quan had expected this when arranging roommates for Tu Zhu, it was still hilarious.

Next is the time for the winner to choose teammates.

Tu Zhu holds the key, and when he turns around, it’s as if he sees the confident and unrestrained self from two years ago.

The host, Wu Lou, asks him, “Congratulations to this contestant. So, here comes the question: do you have anyone you want to share your big dance studio with?”

Tu Zhu’s gaze immediately falls on his three roommates.

Even though they’ve only known each other for a few days.

The young man always carries an indescribable melancholy in his eyebrows, but at this moment, he looks towards his roommates with effort.

“I want to share the dance studio with my three roommates.”

Backstage.

Listening to Tu Zhu’s answer, Sheng Quan, although not surprised, laughed happily for him.

“Ah!!!”

“Tu Zhu, you’re amazing!”

The three huskies, as if they had received a windfall, immediately rushed over, excitedly kicking and tapping in place while hugging him.

“Ah, ah, ah, thank you!”

“Big, big, big dance studio! We’re coming! Tu Zhu, I love you!”

Tu Zhu, still slow to react, was dumbfounded as he was hugged and celebrated. On his exquisitely non-human face, he seemed to be asking in a daze:

Why am I jumping again?

But it seemed like he was a bit happy.