Dad, please let me push alone!

Not to mention, she's not very photogenic.

Liang Xiaoxiao signed a contract with a small company for almost a year. Before starting the continuous high-pressure training, she was first instilled with the perception that she was ordinary.

No need for PUA, no need to deliberately suppress.

The boss of the company just let her take a look at herself without makeup in the camera, which was enough for her to understand that she had no competitiveness in the beautiful track of the entertainment industry.

In fact, this is normal. Unless a muse comes from heaven, if you can show your 8 points of beauty and characteristics on the big screen, it will be regarded as a blessing from heaven.

But this pair of girls, who are full of dreams, plunge into the entertainment industry, and long for brilliance, are really a cruel slap in the face.

Although Liang Xiaoxiao was not included in this list, after realizing this, she still felt unconfident.

She has been practicing smiling in front of the mirror recently, just to perform better in front of the camera, and even better.

Even short-term efforts can't keep up with the rest of the players.

Even if Kirimi Yayoi has a smile with perfect curves, thorough etiquette and intimacy, for her, her level of expression management is even more unmatched.

But...if you work harder, it will make you feel at ease.

Liang Xiaoxiao tried her best to sort out her mentality and walked onto the stage step by step.

The stage is really big, so big that just walking to the center almost exhausted all my strength.

The girl's heart felt like beating a drum, and her breathing became heavy. The incandescent lamp on the dome was clearly soft, but it seemed hot at the moment. It was as if she could smell the burning breath on the tip of her nose, and her ears were filled with the sound of blood flowing. .

The suffocating tension continues to amplify with the gradually changing lighting system.

Liang Xiaoxiao was in a daze. She had imagined that she would lose her temper and that the second rating would be unsatisfactory, but she never imagined that she would be so afraid of stage fright that her fingertips would tremble before she even started.

So shameful, so useless, so useless.

Liang Xiaoxiao couldn't help self-loathing, if he couldn't overcome even this kind of difficulty, he wouldn't be qualified to be on the stage at all.

The girl tried desperately to shake off her fear.

But the vast stage, the stretch of seats in the distance, the distance that is so empty that you can't see the edge, and the stage lighting system that gradually operates like an upside-down tower, are like a realized swamp that grabs the ankle and slowly swallows it.

And with the silent countdown, the BGM of the theme song was played on time.

——Effort and sweat will not betray yourself.

Even if the mentality is not adjusted well, the basic dance skills are very average among the trainees. The average training time of up to 12 hours a day still allows the body to successfully develop the muscle memory of the theme song.

So, at the moment when the first note jumped out.

The girl successfully took the dance steps, and subconsciously adjusted her breathing and prepared her cavity.

The lyrics she sang a few seconds later replayed in her mind, and her tension was relieved by the secretion of dopamine. She felt that her condition was better than expected, and the smile on her lips became natural.

But in the next breath, the virtual illusion came as promised, the pupils were filled with fireworks-like light and shadow, and the screams and cheers came across the mountains and seas like a strong wind.

"Liang Xiaoxiao, I love you!"

"Come on baby, you are the best!"

"Xiaoxiao, don't turn "candy" into a flying pancake dance?!"

The support selected by AI from the Internet is so real that it seems to have traveled through time and space.

The empty seats under the stage were covered by bustle and bustle, enough to deceive the retinas of all kinds of people, holding up fluorescent sticks, banners, and boards, they shouted lines full of immersion without repeating, just like real fans, hardworking and tireless.

Liang Xiaoxiao was confused.

Perhaps, like most of the contestants, she lost her thinking in an instant and regarded it as real in a trance.

This sense of reality can be called a very high-purity stimulant for those who are eager to become famous, want to shine, and look forward to the real stage.

But on the contrary, for those who have not yet done a good job in psychological construction and still have confusion in their hearts, it is a mountain of infinite pressure that can easily crush people.

And Liang Xiaoxiao happened to be the latter.

Her dance steps became stiff, and the first line of the lyrics she sang was broken. Even if she relied on muscle memory, she danced quite reluctantly, no longer as light and easy as before, and the expression on her face was completely out of control.

The time on stage is only 3 minutes.

But these 180 seconds seemed to be split crazily, stretched so far that people could clearly understand the cruel fact that he was screwing everything up.

Intense anxiety creeps in.

Fear of nothing to do with the flood.

A lot of confusion breeds.

In the girl's chaotic mind, the memories are retracing like a horse, and they are retraceed in a blink of an eye.

——"Idol, what is it to you?"

This is a routine question asked by the interviewer during the audition.

Liang Xiaoxiao remembered his answer at that time. The formulas were all taught in advance by the economic company.

But if she answered seriously, she couldn't say anything amazing.

Because the word idol neither shines in her eyes nor has any special meaning.

If you have to say, she thinks idols are neither holy nor great, but it is a more lucrative career than other jobs.

Liang Xiaoxiao doesn't like the stage, nor does she like being an idol.

She went to sign a contract with an economic company because her parents wanted to pay for her younger brother's tuition. They took seven or eight thousand from the agent and forced her to sign a 15-year black slave contract, which was enough to last her through youth.

After that, she was forced to drop out of school without even getting a high school diploma. She hunkered down in that small economic company, training according to the company's indicators like a top, and at the age of 17, she saw all the rest of her life at a glance.

Liang Xiaoxiao's ability to come to Haidu and pass the "Flash Dance" audition here was a miracle, an accident, a gift beyond fate, and even the economic company behind it didn't expect her to pass.

This luck did not come easily.

And precisely because it was hard-won, even if she knew she had no capital, even if she knew it was impossible, she still couldn't help but fantasize.

——If you can stay for a few more rounds, will the treatment in the contract be better?

——If she can get in and out of the dao position, will her fate be changed directly?

This kind of utilitarian, anxious, and helpless delusion mixed with reality forced her to do her best to do her best, forced her to practice in the middle of the night until she couldn't help crying quietly, and forced her to ignore her innermost wishes and self.

and so……

Liang Xiaoxiao has no room for fantasy.

She doesn't look forward to the moment when she actually steps on the stage, nor does she ever think that she will be liked and supported by such people.

This directly leads to the fact that even if virtual reality creates a grand stage that is unique to her, it cannot give her any encouragement or desire. Instead, it can only make her feel confused and overwhelmed.

——"Idol, what is it to you?"

The interviewer's words echoed in his ears again.

Liang Xiaoxiao's mind was empty, her dance steps were chaotic, her small leather shoes slipped slightly, her ankles were slightly twisted, her body was tilted, and she staggered so much that she was about to fall.

But inexplicably,

The girl got the answer in a trance as her body lost balance.

Indeed, being an idol is neither sacred nor great, but a job that pays better than other professions.

But if you want to become a qualified idol, you must bear the attention of the outside world, bear the love of fans, bear the responsibility of weaving dreams, and bear more waves of public opinion and attention.

If you hold a half-hearted mentality, you will be like what you are now, and you will not be able to overcome even false phantoms and false stages.

Liang Xiaoxiao was laughing at himself, like a butterfly falling, he fell heavily on his side to the ground, and his ears also fell off.

But before the severe pain spread to his nerves, his strong unwillingness and gradually darkening emotions prompted him to forcefully get up and continue dancing.

At the same time, the live broadcast room that saw the stage accident exploded, and the barrage flew across the screen:

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu sister Feipan fell down!"

"It's so miserable. Are you too nervous?"

"Another poor kid who got tricked by a virtual reality system."

"Grass, do you still want to dance? Her ears fell off and she didn't pick them up."

"Sister Feibing's ankle is severely sprained at a glance. If she continues to dance, she can only be said to be very dedicated."

on the stage.

Liang Xiaoxiao lowered her brows and eyes, she was like a robot with instructions engraved in her brain, ignoring the management of expressions, the missing ears, the swollen and painful ankles, and the increasingly noisy scene in the audience, stepping on The beat sang and successfully finished the theme song.

Afterwards, the virtual scene off the stage dissipated, leaving the lonely and cold chasing light lingering.

Liang Xiaoxiao looked at the empty stage in a daze. There was a buzzing in her ears, her brain was full of buzzing, her temples were pounding, her back was soaked with sweat, and there was a buzz on her ankles and sides. A cold sting.

But at this moment, none of this seems to matter compared to this extremely bad stage.

If she really has fans, they must be very disappointed, right?

Liang Xiaoxiao was so distraught that she bowed to the camera, refused the support of the staff, and went to the infirmary alone. After being lightly bandaged, she sat against the wall, silent and dazed.

On the tutor group side, Chen Baijiu was the first to comment.

Although he didn't have a venomous tongue, his objective words were quite sharp. After praising the player's spirit as appropriate, he gave a D-level rating.

As for the other instructors, the tone and perspective of the evaluation were different, but the opinions on the rating were quite unified. The final rating remained unchanged, still D grade.

Because Liang Xiaoxiao insisted on the sympathy points brought by the performance, many people expressed deep regret and regret for this.

— especially her fans.

Well, although her rating is low, her appearance is not outstanding, and the stage was not cut into the show, but due to her lively flying pancake dance, she successfully appeared in the beginning, and then she made a small break out of the circle, and her popularity and popularity are Not too low among D-level players.

Liang Xiaoxiao's Weibo followers are close to 20. Regardless of the management of the agency, such a popularity increase is very good in a regular draft.

Nowadays, ghosts and wolves are howling in the Chaohua called Tudou God:

"Damn it, this rare funny girl has been bullied into depression by "Flashdance"?!"

"Hey, the second rating is D level, which almost means that you will not be able to debut."

"Sister Feibing is really miserable. There are four people in her dormitory. Among them, the big devil is A-level, Tang Liuli is A-level, and Qing Bao is also A-level. Just imagine the scene after the rating is announced, and I feel suffocated for her. ???."

"Well, it can only be said that the pressure is full, and Xiaoxiao lives with three A-levels, not to mention her personal psychological problems, our Potato God Sect will be brutally slaughtered by three supreme fans, right??? !"

"...There is nothing I can do about it. Xiaoxiao's situation is equivalent to passively sucking the blood of the three families. Although the nature is not very excessive, there will definitely be dissatisfaction from the other families."

"So, why is the fan name called Tudou? I feel so silly."

"Because the flying cakes that Xiaoxiao turned around that day were made of potatoes!"

"Then why isn't it called the Flying Cake Sect? Annoyed!"

"Hehe, the evaluation is not as good as fried rice cakes."

Liang Xiaoxiao's stage failure did not cause much disturbance.

The public opinion about "Flash Dance" is surging, and the topic is still firmly locked on Chu Yuanqing, followed by Yayoi Kirimi who contributed to the upper stage, and then Xie Qingxuan, Ji Shuzhu, Chen Yining, etc. who still get A-level Hot players.

As for the live broadcast ratings that are still ongoing, fewer and fewer people are paying attention.

The C-level evaluation lasted for three and a half hours. Apart from Chu Yuanqing who was the starter, the results of the other 37 contestants were almost unsatisfactory, and the audience would naturally lose patience.

The D-level rating stage was even more tragic. With Liang Xiaoxiao's defeat, the performance of the remaining contestants was also very reluctant, getting worse and worse, and various stage accidents began to occur frequently.

When it was the turn of the F-level rating, it was already evening, and 48 contestants took the stage one after another, and it lasted until the early morning before the entire round of secondary ratings came to an end.

During this period, many popular players, including Chu Yuanqing, basically returned to the dormitory. There was no nano-camera in it, only a single camera that could be turned off by the players themselves.

Therefore, most of the personal channels that attract traffic have turned into a black screen that cannot be seen or heard, resulting in a continuous decline in the number of online people in the live broadcast room, from tens of millions at the peak to only a few million.

Of course, even so, when the live broadcast room on the "Flash Dance" official website announced the end, a large number of people still expressed strong reluctance, wishing to have eight bowls of rice on the dark personal channel.

At the same time, the underground base, a dormitory in Building F.

Chu Yuanqing tiredly lifted the quilt and stood up from the bed. Like a sleep-deprived kitten, she drooped her head and looked at the camera covered by a towel, feeling full of confusion and confusion.

Are all the little black people on the Internet so persistent now?Even though he couldn't see anything, he still scolded me endlessly.

Although this is enough to prove that her personality has completely collapsed, and she is expected to be happily eliminated soon, but it is rare for her to go to bed early and get up early today, and she really doesn't want to be disturbed in her sleep time.

Especially today, after being tortured back and forth by the curse of the sea of ​​truth and the rejection reaction of magic power, her energy bar needs to be recovered through sleep.

"Huh? He disappeared. Is the live broadcast room closed?"

Chu Yuanqing's witch sense and crisis sense were eliminated at the same time. She only felt that her whole body was purified, as if she was in a quiet and gentle forest, and sleep suddenly came over her like a wave.

The girl yawned quietly and glanced around.