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

Chapter 258 You are quite nice
"No, there is no way we can surrender. You can't surrender!"

"You are the only one who can sing the original key. If you lower the key, won't the opponent think that none of us can sing it?"

"That's right, we can lose, but you can't lose, Xia Jun!"

"After the first performance, there won't be many international trainees left. As the 'first batch', you must carry our will to the end."

In response, his teammates shook their heads like rattles...

Of course, Xi De, who was of Indian nationality, nodded.

Although the rehearsal lasted only three days, Xia Fan tried his best to lead everyone in practice. He took care of everything from helping with meals to finding a music master to give them special lessons, and he fulfilled his duties as captain in a satisfactory manner.

The so-called team performance stage PK and the subsequent elimination stage still depend on individual popularity.

If his stunning high notes were buried in order to accommodate the crowd's performance, affecting the subsequent popularity votes, this is something his teammates would never want to see.

"Everyone……"

Faced with the kind eyes of his teammates, Xia Fan choked up for a moment.

Because the Dragon people and the locals look similar, he did not feel much differential treatment since he grew up in District 11.

However, due to their appearance and language skills, the other international trainees already had a deep understanding of the xenophobic culture of District 11 and the unfair rules of the program team.

They chose to sign up for the program with this understanding in mind, so they are more calm about the inevitable elimination result.

"For the climax, is there really no better way?"

Just when Xia Fan returned to the practice room unwillingly but at a loss, he received a message from Horie Tsubasa.

"Horiie Tsubasa: Judging from the rehearsal videos from the past two days, I don't think the chorus will be very good. I forced my father to study it again, and he proposed a bold word segmentation plan, but it will be a great test of your high notes and breath. It is up to Xia Fan to decide whether to adopt it..."

"Class monitor... Mr. Horie..."

"This word segmentation scheme... is really... so timely!"

After carefully reading the long word segmentation plan sent by Horie Tsubasa, the uneasiness in Xia Fan's eyes gradually turned into certainty.

"Everyone! It's too early to give up now, let's rehearse again!"

He shouted to his teammates who were changing clothes in the practice room and preparing to return to the dormitory.

"what?"

"Captain, are you serious?"

"The performance is less than 24 hours away, and we're rehearsing again now?"

The people who were already discussing where to have dinner after being eliminated looked at him with confusion.

……

11pm.

It should have been a quiet time at night, but the studio of the "Idol Birth Festival" was bustling with noise.

Standing in the corridor, you can hear the ghostly singing and dancing sounds coming from the rehearsal rooms.

The official performance will be tomorrow afternoon. In response to the problems discovered during today's rehearsal, the trainees from each team are rehearsing overtime in order to avoid being eliminated.

Even the trainees' cafeteria has specially opened a "late-night session" to help the trainees replenish their consumed physical strength and energy.

"Ten bowls of ramen are ready. Please help yourselves..."

At the cafeteria window, the chef on duty poured the ramen sponsored by the brand into the pot mercilessly, and served bowl after bowl...

"Come on, come on, these six bowls of tonkotsu ramen, triple barbecued pork and chopped green onions, which team ordered them?"

Makoto Shibata, who looked exhausted, was forcing himself to stay awake. He stood by the cafeteria window and humbly helped the trainees put noodles on plates.

"We ordered it! Although I don't remember your name, you're such a nice person..."

Jack and several trainees from the team happily took the large plate of ramen from him.

"Humph... He doesn't even remember his own performance opponent... He is indeed the loser destined by the gods..."

Watching Jack and his team leaving with the noodles, Shibata Makoto smiled sinisterly.

"Hey, hey, I want five bowls here, only the barbecued pork, no noodles!"

A group of trainees standing at the back called out to Shibata who was standing at the window.

"If you want to eat, you can't just queue up and get it yourself."

Shibata Makoto's face turned cold instantly, he took a bowl of ramen, turned around and went to the corner to eat. "Wasn't this guy quite kind-hearted just now?"

"Your attitude changed too quickly..."

Only a group of trainees were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

……

Three o'clock in the morning.

"Hululu..."

In dormitory 501, the trainees, exhausted after a day of work, were sleeping soundly. The handsome Basong even snored, which was a rare occurrence for her.

“Pulululula…”

Interspersed with Basong's snoring was the dense and muffled sound coming from the toilet, which was not just farts but also watery soup.

"..."

After a while, Jack walked out of the bathroom with a grim face and unsteady steps.

"Jack, are you okay?"

"You seem to have been running around a lot. Have you taken any medicine?"

Xia Fan, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, asked with sleepy eyes.

"I took the medicine a long time ago...but I still can't stop feeling sick...I guess I have an upset stomach..."

"The same goes for several other members of my team. They are all still sealed on the toilet."

Holding his stomach, Jack walked stiffly to the bottom of the bunk and sat down weakly.

"Then, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Afraid that he would become dehydrated, Xia Fan climbed out of bed and handed him a bottle of sponsor's drink.

"No, the performance is today. Going to the hospital now will take up too much time."

"I'll only be on stage for a few minutes. I've practiced for so many days. I have to hold on no matter what..."

Jack gulped down the bottle of drink.

"But……"

"No, no... it's happening again..."

Xia Fan wanted to persuade him a little more, but the other party's face changed and he rushed into the toilet with small steps turning their feet inward.

"Strange, everyone is eating in the cafeteria, why is it that only this team has diarrhea?"

Looking at the toilet that started to "crackle" again, Xia Fan couldn't help but feel a little worried.

At the same time, a barely perceptible wisp of black smoke floated out of the toilet.

"Foul air?"

When Xia Fan looked carefully, the wisp of black smoke had disappeared without a trace.

"Jack, are you okay?"

After taking a closer look and finding nothing, he knocked on Jack's door again.

"Apart from the numbness in my lower limbs and the illusion that my anus and hemorrhoids were about to fall into the toilet, there were no other problems."

From inside the door, Jack's weak voice came.

"Well, drink more water. If you need anything, call me anytime..."

Xia Fan gave some instructions and then lay back on the bed.

The bathroom is a cold and dark place, so it is normal to have foul air occasionally at night.

"Speaking of which, with Jack in this state, can he still perform normally in tomorrow's performance?"

Feeling sleepy, Xia Fan soon fell asleep to the rhythm of Jack's powerful "accompaniment".

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(End of this chapter)