After Transmigrating Into An Idol Talent Show

"The information shows that you are still in high school, and you don't have a company. How did you come to participate in our talent show?"

Qin Lu opened his eyes and found that he was standing under the spotlight. Familiar and unfamiliar cameras were pointing in his direction from all angles. The man who seemed to be a director was making mouths at him anxiously.

Not far from him sat four people with strong aura and exquisite makeup. The pyramid-shaped stepped seats behind them were full of young and handsome boys, and they were all watching Qin Lu's performance intently.

Some fragmentary memories flashed through Qin Lu's mind quickly. Before he could think about it, Qin Lu quickly extracted some important information and probably understood that he was participating in the first draft.

He knew very well that he was supposed to be dead. But he is standing here unscathed now. If he wants to find out what is going on, he still has to deal with the problem in front of him first.

As someone who has been in the entertainment industry for decades, Qin Lu faced countless unexpected situations, and he quickly forced himself to calm down quickly.

Combining the general information he had just obtained, Qin Lu raised his eyes to look at the tutor who had just asked him a question. He breathed out a breath of fresh air, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm a little nervous."

Lai Yuhan, a vocal instructor who has always been very patient, nodded understandingly, while Cui Zhihao, who had been observing Qin Lu, did not comment on this, but repeated the previous question seriously: "We noticed that you do not belong to a company, and you are coming here. Before participating in this show, I was just an ordinary high school student, and even got good grades—"

Senior Yin Suli, who is very powerful and rarely speaks, flipped through the information and tapped his fingertips on the table twice. Rarely showed a somewhat surprised look, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Jinghe is six high?"

Qin Lu said "um" and didn't say anything more.

Yin Suli looked up at him for a while, revealing the first smile since he started recording. The cameraman responded quickly and captured the unusual reaction.

This female rapper, who is notoriously difficult to mess with, has been in her debut for nearly 20 years, and the eyes of the students are not usually picky and vicious. Personal strength is the most basic, let's not mention it, it is understandable to want to rely on hunting, but at the very least, you can't fool your mentor as a fool.

For example, just now, there were a few students who were obviously not good enough, but they were very confident when they came on stage. Before the performance, they blew up their skills and almost sent Yin Suli away on the spot.

After singing an indescribable song, I have to pretend to be humble, and the whole vocabulary that deceives the layman is nonsense: "I just had a C chord key that I thought was too simple. I fine-tuned it myself, and it was a little rough."

Yin Suli thought to himself at that time, how can you be "a little rough", little brat, when the American and Russian armies are fighting, you stand in the middle and shout, and send them away directly, world peace.

I'm sorry for your great deeds for not awarding you a Nobel Prize.

But the show was still being recorded. In front of the camera, Yin Suli still wanted to save some face for the people selected by the show team. In the end, he just said indifferently, "F."

Yin Suli sighed in his heart that in recent years, the draft has been very popular. Young men and women want to become popular by drafting, either have a star dream or want to make quick money, but how can the popularity be as simple as they think?

Many people think that the face of the draft is the most important, and this must be admitted, but in the end, those who can make their debut will either rely on their own appearance and strength, or they will be supported by someone behind them.

It's important to have a personal touch, and it can be used as a memory point for the audience to remember, but only a good memory point can help. It is also a skill to want to be liked. Some people cry will make the audience sympathize with love and tolerate their lack of strength, while some people cry will make the audience disgust for life.

This is why there are always people in the draft who use too much force and are scolded by the audience for pretending or contrived reasons. Audience relationship is a very metaphysical thing that cannot be forced.

If you want to not be a limited show star for three months and be forgotten in less than half a year, you still have to rely on your strength.

The strength that is blown out is not called strength, and the strength that is marketed is like a fake bubble that bursts when it is poked.

If your strength is not good, you can try your best to train hard, but people with high ambitions and low skills, whether they are in the entertainment industry or not, are destined to not go far.

The taciturn high school students in front of them were clean, not saying a single word of extra words, and they looked good-looking. Although there is no shortage of good-looking people in the entertainment industry, Qin Lu in front of him still makes his eyes shine.

The seventeen-year-old boy is already very tall, and he has a thinness between the youthful and mature that is unique to his youth. His eyes are slightly curved when he smiles, and he has a kind-hearted appearance.

The clean and simple black hair is natural and refreshing, and the simple white T and jeans are very student-like. It feels very fresh, and the eyelashes are extra long and soft.

He stood in the studio, like a boy riding a bicycle like the wind in the enduring school drama. The faint fragrance of washing powder on his school uniform shirt can stay in a girl's heart for a long, long time.

Just relying on this face, and the eternal natural bonus of this kind of schoolboy, can make him go far in this show.

What's more... Yin Suli looked down at the amazing competition awards on the information, and Qin Lu's simple and ordinary response just now, and already gave him a high score in his heart.

Seeing a lot of young people eager for quick success, Yin Suli wanted to help him for the first time.

She lowered her head and said, "The first prize in the National Mathematical Olympiad, the first prize in the province and the second prize in the national high school physics competition, and the second prize in the national robotics competition team competition..."

There was a chaotic noise from the pyramid seat in an instant.

A boy's subconscious Tucao is particularly prominent: "I rely on my brother, the first season of "Infinite Youth" with the strongest brain!"

The scene was suddenly silent for two seconds, then someone couldn't help but burst out laughing, and then everyone didn't hold back.

Influenced by the atmosphere of the scene, the tutors were not as serious as they were at the beginning, and smiled slightly.

With a smile in the corner of Yin Suli's eyes, he tapped the ballpoint pen on the information sheet with his hand: "You won so many awards, why didn't I ask you just now? If you don't say it, no matter how good the audience is, the audience will not know. I read If you let the audience know about these results, it will definitely be a bonus."

The trainees were stunned and couldn't figure it out, their eyes all fell on Qin Lu.

Of course, Qin Lu couldn't say that he was not the original owner at all, and he didn't have time to sort out his memories, so he didn't know anything about it.

But he remained calm.

He seemed to think for a while, and then said seriously, "But this is a talent show."

Producer Cui Zhihao was slightly taken aback.

""Infinite Youth" is judged based on the singing and dancing ability, and the boy group was chosen." He paused, looked around in the audience, and landed on the boy who had just spoken, with a smile in his eyes. Meaning: "Well, this is not "The Strongest Brain"."

Not only Yin Suli, but all the people on the scene, whether they were tutors or trainees, all sighed a little now.

No one can assert that Qin Lu can make his debut with Xuebaguang Environmental Protection, but what is certain is that boys who are good-looking and study well will always bring their audience and goodwill filters. For a show like the draft that relies entirely on shooting, every point that can be preferred by the audience is very important, at least it can ensure that he earns enough memory points in the first round and will not be eliminated within two rounds.

However, Qin Lu chose to adhere to the game rules of the show "Infinite Youth", and chose to give up this part of the votes that could affect the ending.

Nearly 100 handsome guys on the pyramid seats all looked at each other with a hint of complexity. Is this a fool? ? Still a handsome idiot.

Well, he is a younger brother with a high IQ but a weak brain.

If there is no competition, you can cover it.

Producer Cui Zhihao couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "Since your grades are so good, why did you come to participate in the talent show? According to your profile, you have not systematically studied singing and dancing. What's more, you will be promoted after the holidays. Senior year of high school."

Although Qin Lu's grades did not seem to require much time to prepare for the college entrance examination.

Qin Lu smiled lightly and said an unexpected reason: "because of my sister."

The original owner did have a sister. But in some of the memories I just saw, the original owner and his sister were not close. It's not that the relationship on the surface is bad, it's that the original owner's unilateral "truth" to his sister is not good.

The original owner participated in the draft just to enjoy the attention of others.

But Qin Lu wouldn't say that.

"It's not the name your sister gave you, right?" Cui Zhihao said suspiciously, if that's the case, it's a big oolong.

Fortunately, Qin Lu shook his head: "No."

His eyes are light amber, and the light is particularly clear. As he recalled, he smiled and said, "What my sister does most every day is to look at the poster with my elder brother and my elder brother. I have to buy at least three magazines for the other person's magazines. This book, a cut page to make a photo album, one to read and enjoy, and one to keep for collection. The daily necessities at home should be endorsed by her favorite idol, the clothes must be in the color of support, and she even stole the stand in the supermarket. Card-"

Yao Chen, a dance instructor who is also an idol, couldn't help but snorted, and certified: "Very experienced star-chasing girl. But she really stands up?"

Qin Lu nodded: "I was there. She ran away while the clerk was not ready to carry the sign. Before running, she shouted to the clerk and asked her to ask me to lose money."

Yao Chen: "...I see, it's my brother."

Qin Lu didn't lie, but the situation at the time was not as light as he said.

He concluded: "In my sister's eyes, the brother she has never seen on the poster is a perfect and beautiful existence, a star that is out of reach but makes her yearn for."

Qin Lu paused and smiled lightly: "she doesn't need me."

"I want to show my sister that she already has the best brother in the world and doesn't need to like other people, so I came to this show."

The boy who stood in front of the camera for the first time has serious and bright eyes, very pure: "So I want to try and become the star she yearns for."