Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 208 Martin Luther Periodic Table

"Martin... no, the stable... Anyway, nice to meet you, nice to meet you..."

Xia Fan digested the huge amount of information in the other party's words and shook hands with Martin stiffly.

"But, I remember that in your personal interview video, you clearly had a heavy accent..."

Xia Fan asked in confusion, recalling that he had watched the personal interview video of Martin "rapping with his head standing upside down" and that the other party had a strong foreign accent.

"You mean something like 'Ni Hao, I'm a foreigner, if my singing is not accurate, please take my license', right? That's business news, business news..."

Martin demonstrated in an exotic accent, then smoothly switched back to an accent that was no different from that of a local.

"Mr. Xia is of Dragon origin, right? Apart from being taller and more handsome than the locals, I can't tell his racial characteristics at all. How can he understand the pain of an African like me who wants to get into the entertainment industry in District 11..."

"If I don't pretend to be a 'foreigner' and help the program team show off the 'international elements', I won't even have a chance to sign up."

He spread his hands helplessly and explained as if he was used to it.

"I see. This kind of 'accent management' is a skill on the same level as 'Izumo Sword Dance'."

"Speaking of which, Martin, you seem to be used to participating in this kind of show?"

Xia Fan discovered that the opponent was very relaxed from beginning to end, and had no nervousness at all as he had before the draft.

"We, the 'international trainees', are just here to add the so-called 'internationality' to these programs and serve as a foil to the local contestants."

"My goal for this show is to show up on the first stage, get a little earlier during the theme song recording, and then be eliminated in the first public performance. Then I'll have achieved it perfectly..."

“Only people who are trying to get more get nervous.”

Martin shrugged, looking lazy and indifferent.

"You are quite insightful."

Xia Fan nodded in agreement.

When Yoshihide Higashino first asked him to participate in this program, he set the same "goal".

"Do you think my goal is too low?"

But Martin seemed to have misunderstood and smiled.

"You know, this is already the third 'international talent show' I've participated in. However, the first two were about hip-hop and rap, and the program platform and scale were not as big as 'Idol Birth Festival'."

"I used the two stage names 'Martin Luther King' and 'Martin Luther Iron' to compete before. Not only did the audience not remember my face, but even the production team didn't recognize it and thought I was just an ordinary trainee..."

"In the eyes of the people in District 11, non-locals probably look like lumps of ink of different shapes. We just want the audience to remember our faces, which is a hundred times more difficult than for local trainees..."

"If this continues, maybe I'll finish using up Martin Luther's Periodic Table and no one will remember me."

As the team moved forward, he told them his own bitter stories.

"By the way, no one remembers you. Could it be because you change your name so often..."

"If it's not easy, why do you insist on being in the entertainment industry?"

Xia Fan listened to the other party's difficult experience in amazement, and for the first time understood the plight of foreign artists.

"Of course it's because of my ancestral passion for hip-hop!"

"My dad originally performed in District 11 as a hip-hop singer. Later, he won over my mom with his talent and settled down there..."

"Since I was a kid, he has been committed to training me to become the first well-known non-Chinese HIPHOP artist in District 11!"

"Unfortunately, he smoked too much and died of lung cancer before that day came."

Martin crossed his hands in front of his chest and made a "V" sign. "That's really not easy. Let's work hard together in this draft. Maybe we'll have a chance to go further."

Xia Fan patted Martin Luther's shoulder sincerely.

"Hey, brother... bang bang bang... With your encouragement, I have all the strength in my body... snap... The first stage in a while will become my territory..."

Seeing the cameraman holding the camera towards him, Martin smoothly switched to the "West Coast accent" and gave a sharp impromptu rap.

"Next time, show some reaction, don't be so wooden, just shake it a few times, you never know, you might hit the camera."

After the camera left, he returned to his lazy look and made some "improvement suggestions" to Xia Fan, who was still amazed by this terrifying "lens perception" ability.

"I really envy those gifted people who have a 'debut script' and can get the screen time without any effort."

Xia Fan was still marveling at the other party's skilled acting skills, and Martin secretly pointed to the "waiting area" backstage...

"Because the company arranged a separate makeup and hair stylist, and disdained to use the 'cheap stuff' arranged by the program team, so now I can socialize there leisurely and enjoy the camera..."

"After all, there will be a lot of cooperation stages in the later stages of the show, and it will do more harm than good for the strong to form alliances in advance."

At this moment, several trainees with bright clothes and exquisite makeup were gathering there.

Some of them were rehearsing for their first stage performance, while others were chatting with others with a relaxed look on their faces, calmly accepting the focus of the camera.

"The one with the golden middle-parted hair is Yuta Hirano. He has been trained overseas since he was young and has also made a short-term debut overseas. He has comprehensive abilities and a strong fan base..."

"The one with curly hair is Kishi Kiyoshi. He's a very good singer and he almost won the championship of "Gary Gai Qi" before."

"And in the corner, there's the short-haired athletic boy named Takahashi Yuu. I've met him in a street dance competition. He's a very strong competitor."

"I heard that Company A also sent in a new member named Kaito Nagase, who is from District 11 and grew up on the West Coast. He's also a great rapper, but I've never met him in person..."

Martin introduced to Xia Fan those few people with outstanding looks, who stood out among the trainees and exuded the "aura of strength".

"Martin, your intelligence is too strong. It would be a waste if you didn't become a paparazzi."

Xia Fan, who was not much different from "outsiders", could only nod his head as he listened.

"I've participated in so many shows that I've got some connections in the industry."

"However, this time, the most shocking thing is that the number of views of the personal interview videos of several 'prodigies' who were favored by the industry was actually far surpassed by a little-known trainee..."

"Right, the trainee with the most personal video views, Yayoi Tsuki's 'main recommendation', model and new actor, Xia Fan?"

Having said that, he looked at Xia Fan meaningfully and smiled with his shining white teeth.

"No, I was just lucky, I didn't mean to hype it up at all..."

Xia Fan waved his hands and explained.

This Martin had obviously done comprehensive research on the contestants' intelligence. He recognized me early on and deliberately lined up at the back to get to know me.

Although the opponent looked lazy, he was actually preparing for the game very seriously. In addition, he was bold and tactful in his dealings with others, so people could not resist him.

"You can't get 10 million views just by being lucky. In the entertainment industry, there is no such thing as 'luck'. An artist's popularity and traffic data are the embodiment of their strength..."

Martin obviously disagreed with Xia Fan's statement.

When the program team cut off the statistics, Xia Fan's personal interview video had been played 10 million times, which was twice as much as the second place, and a terrifying number that other trainees could not even dream of.

"Ok?"

As the two continued to gossip about the elite trainees in the "waiting area", Hirano Yuta, who was standing in the waiting area, looked over with a sense of something...

(End of this chapter)