novelraw Chapter 6 I don't want to try anymore!
Chapter 6 I don't want to try anymore!
The busy tone of the disconnected phone echoed in the office.
At the same time, in a villa in the suburbs of Shanghai.
Zhang Hao supported himself with one hand and completed the final freeze-frame of a Thomas full twist.
Sweat dripped from his chin onto the floor.
The chest heaved violently.
Sparse applause rang out in the living room.
The atmosphere was very lively.
But it was only superficial enthusiasm.
Everyone present, including Zhang Hao himself who had just sat back down on the sofa, knew exactly what was going on.
Tonight's spotlight has long been stolen by that man sitting in the corner drinking beer.
The remaining guests then took the stage one by one.
Sings pop songs.
Singer of folk songs.
There was even one who played the violin.
It's all just a formality.
The host walked to the center of the living room with his cue cards in hand.
"The performance segment of the Heartbeat Singing King Competition has now concluded!"
"The voting channel is now officially open!"
Cast your precious vote for your favorite singer!
The host turned to the side.
The huge LCD screen at the front of the living room lit up instantly.
The portraits of the eight guests are lined up in a row.
Below the profile picture is a bar chart showing the real-time vote count.
Three minutes left in the countdown.
The moment the passage opened.
Below Lin Shishi's profile picture, which ranked second, the numbers started jumping wildly.
one thousand.
Five thousand.
Ten thousand.
Twenty thousand!
In just ten seconds, Lin Shishi's vote count skyrocketed to the top.
The red bars left the other seven people far behind.
The staff on site led the applause.
The live stream chat was filled with nothing but cheering slogans.
[Shishi flies bravely! The little poet is pushing her from behind!]
[No doubt about it, this show should just be renamed "Lin Shishi and Her Seven Backup Dancers".]
[A one-sided game, boring. I'm going to take a shower.]
Shen Xiaoyuan sat next to Song Ze.
He rubbed his knees with both hands.
"Brother Song, Sister Shishi's popularity is terrifying."
Song Ze yawned.
He changed his posture and continued calculating.
"normal."
The countdown on the screen has only thirty seconds left.
Lin Shishi's votes have surpassed 100,000.
Zhang Hao, who ranked third, barely passed 8,000.
As for Song Ze's votes.
It pitifully stopped at 250 votes.
This perfectly aligns with his current online persona.
Just when everyone thought the situation was settled.
A sudden change occurred.
The number "250" below Song Ze's profile picture suddenly jumped.
next second.
The number changed directly to "5250".
Another second.
"15250".
"35250".
"85250".
The red bars are rising at a speed that defies the laws of physics.
The assistant director stared at the back-end data panel, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, his voice cracking:
"Director...Director! Three major entertainment influencers on Weibo simultaneously posted the performance clip from earlier, and each one has over 10,000 reposts!"
The director ripped off his headphones and yelled, "Data! Where's the real-time data?"
"They're in! They're all flooding in! The number of viewers in the live stream jumped from one million to one million eight hundred thousand, and it's still going up!"
The chat room erupted in excitement.
[Just came from Weibo's trending topics. I heard some scumbag sang an amazing live performance?]
[Trending on social media: Tourist group checking in! Holy crap, what's with these vote counts?]
[This was forwarded by Teacher Li. Before clicking on it, I thought it was a car crash scene, but after clicking, I voted on my knees.]
[Gather your fun-loving friends! Let's vote this scandal-ridden scumbag to number one and give the Chinese entertainment industry a little shock!]
[I'm just a casual observer, but I'm willing to vote for that song "Cool" just now.]
[Hey guys taking a shower up ahead, come back quick! Something terrible has happened!]
I woke up all eight dorm rooms to vote, Song Gou must be number one!
"Oh My God!"
The microphone in the host's hand almost fell to the ground.
Zhang Hao just picked up a bottle of mineral water.
He didn't even notice the water spilled on his crotch.
Shen Xiaoyuan jumped up from the sofa.
Lin Shishi was originally sitting on a single sofa next to the piano.
Now he suddenly stood up straight.
Staring at the string of numbers on the screen that was still soaring.
The countdown has reached zero.
The red "STOP" lettering occupies the entire screen.
The vote count is now finalized.
Lin Shishi: 135,420 votes.
Song Ze: 158,900 votes.
The host wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.
Pick up the card that fell on the ground.
"Cough cough..."
Congratulations, Song Ze.
The host cleared his throat, trying to make his broadcasting voice sound more professional.
"Become our Heartbeat Singer of the week!"
There was no applause.
The guests looked at each other in bewilderment.
Zhang Hao gripped the mineral water bottle so tightly it made a squeaking sound.
Another male guest was looking down at his phone, pretending to be looking at something, and avoiding eye contact with anyone.
Why applaud a disgraced celebrity who is being boycotted by the entire internet?
Do you want to die sooner rather than later?
Song Ze didn't even move his buttocks.
He held up the half-empty can of beer in his hand.
He waved it at the camera.
This is considered an acknowledgment.
He glanced at the 150,000 votes below his profile picture, but his mind was preoccupied with something else entirely.
Of those who voted, how many genuinely thought he sang well, and how many were just there for entertainment?
He suddenly realized that the song "Liang Liang" that he played tonight seemed to have really changed the winds of some people.
If we can truly turn these onlookers into our own territory, then turning the tide in a month is not impossible.
The host received a hint from the director through his earpiece.
Expedite the process.
"Given that Song Ze won first place, the production team has decided to award him a special prize!"
"We will select the question with the most likes from the live stream."
"Song Ze will answer!"
The vote count chart on the big screen disappeared.
The screen was filled with a dense, rolling barrage of comments.
"stop!"
The host called out.
The large screen freezes on the screen.
One bold and red bullet comment was extracted separately.
Zoom in to the center of the screen.
The host read the words clearly.
Sweat beaded on his forehead again.
This generation of netizens really dares to ask questions.
"Excuse me, Professor Song Ze."
The host brought the microphone close to his lips and suddenly raised the volume, trying to suppress his inner panic with professionalism.
"After tonight's ordeal, what is your ideal type now?"
He turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the sofa area before accurately locking onto two targets.
"Is it a talented goddess like Teacher Shishi, or a lively and adorable type like Xiaoyuan?"
The words fell.
The assistant director's walkie-talkie fell to the ground with a thud, but he didn't even bother to pick it up, his eyes fixed on the monitor.
If this question isn't handled well, the show's official Weibo account will be flooded with angry comments from fans tomorrow.
Shen Xiaoyuan sat on the sofa, fiddling with the hem of her jeans.
Oh no, this question is way beyond the syllabus.
She's just a stand-up comedian, here to make up the numbers.
If Song Ze chooses her, he'll have to wear a helmet tomorrow to protect himself from fans throwing rotten eggs.
If he chooses Lin Shishi, then he'll have completely clung to her coattails.
On the other side of the single sofa, Lin Shishi sat with her back straight.
She didn't look at Song Ze.
His hands were folded on his knees, but his fingertips were unconsciously digging into the back of his hands.
Logically speaking, she shouldn't care about the evaluation of a disgraced celebrity.
But the lingering effects of that song "Liang Liang" were just too strong.
She was actually a little curious about what this man, who could talk a lot of nonsense but play the piano at a top-notch level, would choose.
Choosing her? Is it an opportunity to whitewash their image?
Should we choose Shen Xiaoyuan and continue down the comedic route?
All the cameras rotated, and the lenses were all pointed at Song Ze's face.
Song Ze slumped on the sofa.
He didn't even change his sitting posture.
This host really knows how to stir up trouble.
Should we choose Shishi Lin?
That's climbing too high; they'll be torn apart by the fans when they get back.
Should we choose Shen Xiaoyuan?
That's targeted poverty alleviation, and people still laugh at us for being short-sighted.
When adults make choices, they naturally want it all or nothing at all.
He picked up the half-finished can of beer on the coffee table and took a big gulp.
Adam's apple bobbed.
He put down the wine jug and burped.
Then, facing the camera, he slowly uttered three words.
"Rich."
The clapperboard slipped from a staff member's hand and fell to the floor.
Shen Xiaoyuan covered her mouth with both hands, her shoulders shaking violently.
Lin Shishi suddenly turned her head and stared at Song Ze, her eyes first filled with confusion, then turning into extreme disbelief.
The host held the microphone, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, swallowing back the prepared conciliatory words.
What kind of answer is that?
This is a romance variety show!
Everyone is trying to show off their deep affection, their devotion, and their soulmate connection.
You came up and immediately started talking about money?
Song Ze felt this bomb wasn't big enough.
He leaned back on the sofa, crossed his hands behind his head, and added with utmost sincerity.
"Rich women are the best."
"I don't want to try anymore."