Chapter Ch162.1 - Support Station

translator: xiin

editors: apricot & juurensha

Husband fan.

There was a sudden silence.

The cameraman was an experienced one. In the next second, he turned the lens towards Wu Jin! The audience, director, and host were all curious and wondered whether Wu Jin would refute this confession with righteous words, or coldly ignore him, or laugh off this interview segment

In the middle of the stage.

Wu Jin was stupefied, his eyes huge.

The fluffy small curls had practically withered with shock, and while he could barely maintain a calm expression, the skin from his ears to his cheeks were obviously red, making his small round face look pitiful and innocent.

After realizing that the camera had cut to him, Wu Jins expression management kicked in one second later, and the n.o.ble prince character design that Bluebird Entertainment had a.s.signed to him quickly replaced Wu Jins own reaction.

However, Wu Jin wasnt able to control it completely.

In front of the camera, he let out a small, silent little hiccup.

The female instructor and countless members of the audience suddenly covered up their hearts.

Such a good boy ahhhhhhhhhhh

Scared into hiccups? Hahaha why are you so cute hahahaha! Contestant Wu is so soft and lovely hahahahaha, getting scared on the spot when seeing a husband fan!

New image for the head of my bed! Hurry and come to mamas embrace, youre exactly like the hamster Ive raised at home! After its scared, it needs to be held and comforted, given food and stroked, and it should be praised for its good behavior today

The female instructor was delighted.

The camera was once again turned to the audience. This husband fan was very powerful. His expression was focused and heated, and his eyes were locked directly on the stage. He lifted the card like he was lifting a weight or a machine gun, and the support card flashed:

I love Wu Jin

The atmosphere heated up instantly!

Screams and applause rang out at the same time. The audience all called out, expressing their understanding and encouragement towards Wei s.h.i.+. How handsome! What a cool guy! So what if he was a man! Why couldnt men chase after their stars! Being bold and honest and those such things, wasnt that great!

The female instructor laughed loudly, Husband fan, youre very bada.s.s, this big sister is rooting for you! Alright then, lets have Contestant Wu start his performance

The stage gradually darkened.

A single beam of light remained on, and after half a beat, Wu Jin began to adjust his headset.

The youth bowed his head slightly, and his side profile was illuminated by the gentle stage lighting. His curly hair, the delicate, high bridge of his nose, and his features were all outlined by a gentle halo of light. His eyelashes fluttered slightly.

The background music faded out, and the beam of light switched to a series of cool colors.

The drum began to beat.

Wu Jin suddenly lifted his head.

The fluffy curls swayed in the light from the violent movements. Following the beat of the drum, Wu Jins steps landed accurately, his eyes focused and cold. When the toprock was added in, his limbs moved with perfect control. His dynamic and static moves formed an almost bizarre yet dazzling visual contrast

The last three beats blasted out.

A back somersault combo ended with a freeze, moving from extreme contractions to a wanton flamboyance before stopping at a fixed point, his knees bending as a buffer for his landing, and the youths cool expression was aimed directly at the camera.

A shy smile bloomed like a bud in ice and snow.

The camera captured the amazement on the faces of the three instructors.

The lights came on again, more and more noise rose from the audience that finally crashed together to form a thunderous applause. The instructors eyes curved as she clapped for Wu Jin with the microphone in her hand.

In the audience stands, Agent Brother Chen beamed with joy, Did he get a C? Did he get a C rating?!

Beside Wei s.h.i.+, the girl whod sold him the support card mumbled, This has to be at least an A rating Ahhhh, why did I sell the card? This little brothers going to be hot!

Wei s.h.i.+s eyes were locked on Wu Jin.

Memories floated up. There was the Crosson theme song performance where Wu Jin was in the c-position, Wu Jin dancing in the fountain square, Wu Jin who sang gently in the underground bar.

On the other side of the communication link, Researcher Song hadnt been able to hold on anymore and had gone to sleep. Arjun was eating melon seeds while waiting on standby.

Arjun talked a lot, Brother Wei, did you see Little Witch? Have you managed to hold his hand yet

Wei s.h.i.+ finally responded, How do you package an alb.u.m?

Arjun quickly tapped on the keyboard and replied, In the 21st century, recording requires, er, lyrics, composition, mixing, sound modification, distribution planning, marketing, and publicity

Wei s.h.i.+: 31st century.

Arjun: Ah?

On the stage, Wu Jin attempted vocals at the instructors request and was finally given a rating of B, because he failed to switch smoothly between chest voice and falsetto. However, the female dance instructor stated that Contestant Little Witchs true voice foundation was already there, and it was only a matter of time before he was promoted to A.

After Wu Jin bowed and stepped down, the other trainees behind the curtains expressed their admiration. One of the rap singers, Little Red, gave Wu Jin a bear hug, Brother, remember to choose me in the next round when forming teams!

Wu Jin agreed quickly.

When he returned behind the stage, it was no surprise that some trainees teased him about his husband fan, while the ratings on the stage continued.

One of the trainees hed known briefly boasted, You should be an A! Is it because you didnt give enough money?!

Wu Jin quickly waved his hands, No, I dont think I can get an A, my tactical foundation is too weak

Trainee: ???

. Wu Jin was going crazy. Wait a minute! What tactical foundation, what am I talking about, what am I doing

On the screen, the camera switched back and forth between the stage and the audience.

Every time the camera swept over the husband fan, Wu Jins eyebrows would twitch. Why did Brother Chen buy whatever fan he could get! However, Wu Jin couldnt help but stare at him and observe him, looking left and right, left and right.

After looking, he rubbed his face.

Three hours later.

All the trainees rankings were complete. The audience was satisfied and were ready to leave.

Wei s.h.i.+ briskly scanned over the 10,000 dollars for the professional fan beside him. The newly installed Azipay on his mobile phone automatically added the other party as a friend. The other sides signature area held, Professional fans, please contact 139x.x.x, 120 for card holding, shrill screams for an extra 20. 6000 to build a support system, fixing up photos 60

Wei s.h.i.+ turned off the mobile phone screen and walked towards the backstage with the support card.

The man was 1.9 meters tall. Hed been in a high position for a long time, and his demeanor was cold. His s.h.i.+rt, trousers, and leather shoes were like the accessories of a domineering president from a novel, making him very eye-catching.

Except for the fluorescent idol support card with its black base and pink glittering hearts.

Isnt this the husband A small fan suddenly remembered who he was, and her expression was complicated, This year, even overbearing presidents are chasing stars! And the male fans appearances are practically as good as the idols themselves. How are the rest of us supposed to survive?!

The straight man security guard, who blocked access to the backstage, looked at Wei s.h.i.+ and was puzzled for a moment.

A tall, handsome fellow holding a fancy support card, hey! The security guard came up to stop Wei s.h.i.+ immediately, Where are you going? Theres no entry to the backstage. Are you looking for a contestant? The contestants arent here at the moment. Theyve all left via the back door and are ready to go back to the dormitories

Wei s.h.i.+ immediately headed towards the back door.

Unexpectedly, the back door had already been blocked by countless fans carrying heavy cameras and zoom lenses who were waiting to greet the brothers and sons that theyd only known for three hours. The trainees had a difficult time walking out on the other side of the cordon. Wei s.h.i.+s eyebrows twisted, but he was able to get through quickly by virtue of his height advantage.

Then, he was instantly stopped by the security guard uncle, What are you doing, what are you doing?

Wei s.h.i.+ was calm, Chasing stars.

The security guard uncle was suspicious, Whats the point in being so tall and chasing stars? You seem like a vengeful man no matter how I look at it. Chasing stars? Do you even have the equipment for it?

Wei s.h.i.+: What equipment.

The security guard: For-for photos! What kind of front-line fan are you if you dont create photos for content? Arent you just wasting standing s.p.a.ce?!

Wei s.h.i.+ was expressionless as he took out a POPO mobile phone that had been purchased by selling bitcoin. It had a 20million pixel front and back camera, and the photos it took were super clear.

The security guards face tensed up.

The security guards face turned red.

The security guard uncle laughed loudly, Theres a front-line fan here taking photos with just his mobile phone, hahaha, this isnt a front-line support station sister, its a stalker fan, right? Hahaha

Wei s.h.i.+ was soon expelled from the talent show base.

Wei s.h.i.+:

The man stood there in the middle of the road like a fierce and sharp bayonet. Beneath the midsummer sun in S City, he stood there upright with his right hand rubbing against his waist. As long as he could grab a gun, hed be able to enter the talent show base and haul out the soft and flexible trainee

Wei s.h.i.+s eyes strayed to the opposite side of the world and the propaganda slogan there: Use the crosswalk, speak in a civilized manner, abide by discipline and law, be a good citizen.

Abide by the law.

Wei s.h.i.+, whod never obeyed discipline and the law, pressed down his displeasure and finally walked over to an electronics building across the street. He asked coldly across the communication line, What is a front-line.

xiin: HAHAHA omg poor Wei s.h.i.+ he just wants to shoot someone