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

Chapter 277 Brother, you smell so good
But to Xia Fan's surprise, several local trainees who were ranked high actually came over with cheerful and kind smiles on their faces, and shook hands with him, patted him on the shoulder and congratulated him as if nothing had happened.

Even Hirano Yuta and Kishi Sho, who had spoken harshly to him in the previous recordings, were on the list.

"Hey, brother, you smell so good..."

"what?"

Martin suddenly appeared behind him, scaring Xia Fan so much that he took a step back.

"I mean, the number one 'Big Devil' is very popular right now. Everyone wants to come and take advantage of his popularity and get a few shots..."

He whispered teasingly to Xia Fan.

"Is that so? I thought they had let go of their quarrel due to their sadness of separation..."

Xia Fan smiled tearfully but did not react much. He responded calmly to the increasing number of people "coming to his door for business".

"Xia Fan, Gong... uh..."

"This... is too exaggerated..."

Shibata Makoto seemed to want to come over to "congratulate" Xia Fan, but he found that there were so many people around him that he couldn't squeeze in, so he could only step back a few steps in disappointment.

"Brother, carry my faith and keep going!"

"what?"

“My friend, run towards the path of your idol and don’t look back!”

"Who are you?"

"Don't cry, I'm still ranked behind you, and I'll be eliminated with you."

"Although I don't want to be eliminated with you, thank you anyway, wuwuwuwu..."

He turned around decisively, mingled in the crowd of 101 people, and hugged some of the trainees with tears in his eyes.

No one noticed that the people Makoto Shibata hugged included several trainees who were in front of him, all the way to the elimination line.

Wisps of black air, invisible to ordinary people, emanated from between his fingers and were unconsciously inhaled by those people when they hugged and shook hands.

"Today's separation is only for the sake of becoming a better self and meeting my dear friends again in the future..."

"Let us once again thank and bid farewell to the trainees who once shone brightly on this stage!"

"Your hard work, sweat and youth will be forever engraved in the memory of the audience."

Amid Goro Kimura's emotional words, the fifty-one eliminated trainees left the studio with tears in their eyes.

In the main broadcast, the production team will later insert some behind-the-scenes footage of the trainees' performances, rehearsals, and lives to further stimulate the audience's tear glands.

"Ahem, the remaining trainees, you don't have time to feel sad about separation..."

"Because, you will soon face the second performance and the second round of survival battle."

"In this round of performances, there will no longer be grouping by nationality. All trainees will be divided into eight teams by lottery and will compete against each other on the same song."

"The winning team will share 15 million popularity points in proportion!"

"As usual, the ranking of the second round of survival battle will be announced three days after the second round of performances."

"This time, another twenty people will be eliminated."

The lights in the main studio dimmed, Goro Kimura cleared his throat, and directly explained the cruel rules of the second round of performances.

"What... 15 million reward tickets... doesn't that mean an average of more than 2 million votes per person?!"

When the trainees heard that the number of reward votes had tripled from the previous round, they were all shocked.

Referring to previous talent shows, there has never been such a big gap between the number of reward votes for the first and second rounds of performances.

This is obviously because the vote gap for someone was too big, forcing the program team to increase the bonus tickets to give the trainees behind a chance to catch up.

Several five-star trainees who were ranked high up in the rankings even revealed expressions of ecstasy.

If Xia Fan loses and someone in the top nine wins, everyone will have a chance to overtake Xia Fan from the first place in one fell swoop by using the reward tickets!
"The songs for this competition are the following four." "Although it is still the same songs, this round requires the trainees to adapt the original songs, which will test their choreography, arrangement and stage response abilities even more."

"However, the extent of the adaptation is a double-edged sword. It may be the key to success, but it may also hurt you by mistake."

"It is worth noting that this time the rehearsal time is shorter than the last time, only two days."

Goro Kimura raised his hand slightly, and the names of four competing songs appeared on the big screen on the stage.

"Hey, Xia Jun, the rules for the second round are very targeted."

"It seems that the company behind the program is a little embarrassed that you have dominated the list until the second round?"

Martin smiled, patted Xia Fan on the shoulder and whispered.

"Well, regardless of the rules, the names of these songs already feel very targeted..."

But Xia Fan didn't seem to care much about the reward ticket and just stared at the big screen blankly.

Because, as expected, he, who doesn't follow boy bands, had never heard of the names of these four songs.

"Then, trainees, please come on stage in order of ranking to draw lots to decide the repertoire for the performance..."

"The first one is Xia Fan..."

But before Xia Fan could ask Martin, Goro Kimura had already called out his name and motioned for him to take the lead and go on stage to draw lots.

"Xia Jun, I'm very optimistic about you, keep going."

Xia Fan strode onto the stage, took out an envelope from the wooden box in the hands of the smiling Kimura Goro, and then walked off the stage.

"How about it, which one is it?"

“Take a quick look…”

Under the concerned gazes of the trainees who were queuing up to draw lots, Xia Fan opened the envelope.

Inside was a red note with the words "Oxygen Bomb - Back Row, First Right" written on it.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I actually got the 'Oxygen Bomb'?"

“I hope I don’t get this…”

"You are worthy of being the first place. Good luck to you!"

The trainees nearby suddenly felt a little gloating.

"Practitioners, please stand in the corresponding area according to the song you drew and the color of the paper you drew."

Under the guidance of the executive director, Xia Fan stood in the red zone of the song "Oxygen Bomb".

This is a very classic "red versus white" rule. If the opponent is competing with him for the same piece of music, he will be in the opposite white area.

Fifty trainees drew lots and went down the stage one after another, gradually filling the areas corresponding to the songs and colors.

"I'm so lucky, I got this one!"

"Damn it, can I change? I'm not very good at VOCAL..."

The repertoire, camp and position are all decided by luck and drawing lots, so the result is naturally mixed.

"Did you draw 'Oxygen Bomb'? It seems that your luck in song selection is not very good..."

"No, maybe it's not a matter of luck at all?"

After drawing the lot, Martin walked down from the stage, came in front of Xia Fan, and spoke in a suspicious tone.

"From the looks in everyone's eyes, I can tell this is probably another difficult song?"

Recalling the scene when he selected "Prayer" in the last round, Xia Fan spread his hands helplessly.

(End of this chapter)