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

Chapter 265: The Shame of Local Trainees

"Thank you for listening to the song for me. I understand."

Yayoi Tsuki bowed slightly to the audience and sat down calmly.

"Hey, what's the difference between 'no comment' and canvassing for votes in disguise?"

Oda was covering his microphone and muttering to himself.

"Well, now that the teachers have finished their comments, it's time for the intense grading..."

Having finally regained the rhythm, Goro Kimura would naturally not allow the main studio to turn into a chaotic vegetable market, and quickly directed the next process.

"Please ask the two teams performing "Prayer" to return to the stage."

Following the staff's instructions, Xia Fan's team stood on the left side of the stage.

The trainees from Kishiyo's team stood on the right side of the stage.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."

"This guy can actually sing such high notes. How could he be better than me who came from the choir..."

At this time, An Ziyao's face was ashen, with a stiff "business smile" on the corner of his mouth. His eyes hidden behind his bangs glanced at Xia Fan angrily.

The trainees beside him were not as high-spirited as they were during their previous bow farewell, and their smiles became forced.

Anyone who plays as an opponent of Xia Fan's team and sees his "high-pitched" quadruple high notes through the backstage TV will inevitably be mentally devastated.

Even Kishi Sho, who calls himself the "No. 1 VOCAL trainee" in S Club, knows that he can't sing the high notes of four people by himself.

"The upper limit of one's vocal range is a talent that God has already determined when each person is born."

At this moment, the words he said to Xia Fan when he was selecting the music echoed in his mind with great harshness.

"Please, mentors and audience members, pick up the scoring devices in your hands and cast your precious votes for the trainees you think performed best in the two teams according to the corresponding numbers."

The two teams of trainees stood still, and Goro Kimura announced the start of the live scoring session. The names of the fourteen trainees from the two teams and their corresponding voting numbers appeared on the big screen on the main stage.

According to previously announced rules, mentors and live audiences can only vote for one trainee, and the total number of votes for each team of trainees is the final score of the team.

The entire studio fell silent, with only the sound of the audience pressing the voting buttons.

"No, we won't lose, absolutely no problem..."

"That's right. These audience members are all from District 11. It's impossible for them to be inclined to vote for those foreigners!"

"God bless you, Buddha bless you, God bless you..."

In this tense atmosphere, all the trainees looked down at the floor and prayed silently.

But there is one exception...

"Xia Fan, look at me, look here!"

"Xia Fan...Xia Fan...We are your fans, the Summer Disease of the Midsummer Shrine!"

Several female audience members wearing masks and with fanatical eyes squeezed to the front row of the audience and called Xia Fan in a low voice.

"Midsummer Shrine? Are these the people who pray for me every week and contribute a fixed amount of faith points?"

"They look like ordinary fans, and have nothing to do with the 'secret cult' in Oracle."

Xia Fan, who was standing at the side of the stage, smiled back politely.

As far as I can remember, these women in their twenties, dressed like office ladies, seemed to have also gone to the campus singing competition to cheer themselves up.

"Come on, wink with one eye and smile..."

"Can I make a heart?"

"So handsome, so cool, I'm dying!"

Finding that Xia Fan was not as aloof as he looked, but rather very friendly, they took out their cell phones and began taking pictures of him enthusiastically.

"Hey, those audience members, we've been told in advance that you can't take pictures of the stage during the recording!"

Until the executive director on the sidelines discovered something...

"The photos have been sent out. Don't even think about taking away our precious 'casting materials'!" "Xia Fan, keep up the good work in the game. We will always support you!"

They put away their phones and reluctantly hid back among the audience.

"The voting time is up. Anyone who hasn't voted yet will be deemed to have automatically abstained!"

"Next, please ask the staff at the notary office to confirm and publish the voting data for us..."

Five minutes later, Goro Kimura announced the closing of voting.

In order to ensure fairness and impartiality, the program team hired professionals from a notary agency to verify the voting data in every show.

"Next, let's announce the voting results for the first performance of the song 'Prayer', the competition between the two teams!"

On the big screen, the logos of the international and local teams on the stage appeared, as well as a list of the members’ names…

The numbers in the total vote column began to roll wildly...

“The votes appeared!!!”

The vote count gradually slowed down and then froze.

"'Prayer', local trainee team, total votes, 462 votes..."

"International trainee team, total votes... 938 votes?!"

Kimura Goro sang the votes loudly, his pupils shrinking like needles...

Oda was covering his forehead dejectedly, while Hirai Shota was pretending to be surprised.

"Humph."

Only Yayoi Tsuki calmly crossed her arms across her chest, as if that was the way it should be.

Everyone knew that, except for Yayoi Tsuki, the other three people's votes for mentors were cast for Kishiyo's team in accordance with the "alliance rules" agreed upon in advance.

In other words, after removing the 300 mentor votes, An Ziyao's team only won a pitiful 162 votes from the audience members...

What a tragic number this is.

"Lose, lose."

Staring at the glaring score on the screen, An Ziyao's originally tense body suddenly relaxed.

"The 'talent' that I have always been proud of is simply a fragile thing in the eyes of others..."

"Is this the cruelty of the entertainment industry?"

His eyes were out of focus, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips, he muttered.

"Not only did he lose, but he also got more votes than us...by twice as many?!"

"In other words, we are the only team among the local trainees that lost?"

"This is really embarrassing..."

His teammates also scratched their heads and covered their faces, looking frustrated and unwilling.

"The winner of the song 'Prayer' is the international trainee team!!"

"Congratulations to them for getting 5 million extra popularity votes!!!"

After checking with the headset, Goro Kimura loudly announced the results of the competition.

After the false "business congratulations", Kishiyo's team left the stage in disgrace under the guidance of the staff.

The six-game winning streak of local trainees came to an end, and this team can’t escape the title of “the shame of local trainees”.

"Five million additional popularity votes will be distributed based on the proportion of votes received by the trainees. The number of votes allocated to the winning team members will be no less than 50 and no more than 140 million."

"Next, let's take a look at the winning international trainee team and the detailed data of individual votes..."

The screen changed, and rolling numbers appeared behind the names of the seven trainees in Xia Fan's team.

(End of this chapter)