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

Chapter 294 Where was it placed?
"The votes for these trainees were jointly confirmed by the notary and the production team."

"The show is still being recorded, please don't make any noise."

"Otherwise, according to the program regulations and the competition contract, the production team has the right to ask you to withdraw from the recording."

But today, Assistant Director Souta, who was usually gentle, responded to them with an exceptionally stern expression and tone.

"These ungrateful bastards are causing more trouble at this time..."

Only when he saw those trainees shut their mouths dejectedly did Assistant Director Souta secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

If I hadn't taken such a huge risk and worked so hard to tamper with the votes, the vote gap would have been even bigger...

If the votes are really reviewed and the notary office discovers those "abnormal repeated signal records", not only is it possible to restore the original vote count with a larger gap, but the program team will also get into big trouble.

"From the reaction during the performance, we know that such a big difference in votes is to be expected..."

"No matter how much the production team planned, they couldn't have expected that Xia Fan, who was singing high notes in the last show as 'Chrysanthemum in the Wind', would turn into a beast with elbows in this show, right?"

Staring at the extremely mocking vote gap on the screen, Yayoi Tsuki's plump lips curled up slightly, and the smile at the corners of her mouth was harder to suppress than AK.

"Then let's take a look at the individual votes for the winning trainees!"

Kimura Goro raised his hand slightly, and only the list of Xia Fan's team remained on the big screen, and the individual vote rankings of the trainees were also announced...

Just as Akimoto Manjiro saw backstage, Xia Fan ranked first with an exaggerated number of 514 votes.

Except for Yuta Hirano who came in second and Martin who came in third, who both received around 100 votes, the rest of the teammates only received a few dozen votes.

"Then let us congratulate this team of trainees. The winners will be given 15 million popularity votes as a reward according to the proportion of the votes they received!"

As he read out the results with a steady tone and a natural expression, Goro Kimura suddenly realized that he seemed to have become numb to the situation where Xia Fan had a crushing victory in the vote count.

He suddenly felt fortunate that when he debuted as an idol, he did not meet a classmate like Xia Fan, who was so good-looking, good-looking, and had the best singing and dancing skills.

"It goes well with the rice, it goes well with the rice, the song and the dance, three more bowls please!"

"The devil comes to earth, and everything is just food!"

As soon as the result came out, many female audience members in the audience raised their thin white fluorescent sticks and shouted slogans in unison...

As if they had rehearsed it countless times in advance, through clever standing and holding postures, the glow sticks in their hands just formed the two huge words "Xia Fan"!

"Hey, security, what's going on with these cheering sticks..."

"Impossible! We checked everything carefully. Where did they put these long and thin glow sticks?!"

At this moment, the security teams surrounding the studio were all dumbfounded.

"Don't worry about it for now, go and confiscate it, otherwise your performance will be deducted!"

"Audience member, you are not allowed to hold up light sticks during the event. Please put them away!"

"Don't run..."

The panicked security guards could only rush into the auditorium in a vain attempt to maintain order...

"Hey, Jinguji, did you see that? My Xia Fan won again!!!"

"That amazing belly...dancing move just now definitely deserves such votes!"

"If I get the reward ticket, Xia Fan will still be the most popular person after this round of performances!"

In the staff area, Misa Oda excitedly pulled Aoi Jinguji and jumped on the spot like a rabbit.

It was not until Oda, who was sitting in the tutor's seat, heard the noise and looked over suspiciously that she sat back properly.

"Mr. Xia Fan is still number one? Should I congratulate him or what a pity..."

Aoi Jinguji sighed silently.

No matter how happy or sad some are, the last song competition is over and the second round of performance recording has also come to an end.

The trainees retreated backstage and the audience began to leave in an orderly manner.

"Go quickly, I've told the program team that you're delivering materials on behalf of Company B." Yayoi Tsuki walked over from the mentor seat and pointed in the direction of the backstage.

"Thanks."

Taking out a folder from her bag, Aoi Jinguji quickly walked into the backstage passage.

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"Hmph, Xia Fan, the second round of performances is over, which means our relationship as 'temporary teammates' has come to an end..."

"It was my fault for looking down on you before. In the following performances, I will treat you as a stronger opponent than myself and give it my all."

As soon as they returned to the backstage area, Yuta Hirano, who was walking in front, turned around, raised his chin, and looked at Xia Fan provocatively.

"The first place is temporarily with you. Don't let anyone else take it away before I take it..."

After saying this, he pulled An Ziyao away.

"What is this guy doing? He suddenly said a bunch of lines from a hot-blooded manga. It scared me..."

Xia Fan was left standing there with a confused look on his face.

"Don't be fooled by Hirano Yuta's arrogant appearance. He is actually very smart. He labels himself as 'Xia Fan's enemy' in order to take advantage of your attention..."

"However, for someone as proud as him, he doesn't compete with you in terms of talent, but uses 'business tactics' instead. Does that fit in with what he meant by 'giving it his all'?"

Martin pointed to the camera at the backcourt entrance and explained to Xia Fan.

No matter what idols do, the ultimate goal is to gain the "love" of the audience.

Therefore, in addition to showing off one's talents, there are naturally various ways to divide popularity from others.

"Is that so? His 'frontal competition' is better than those who use tricks behind the scenes..."

Xia Fan seemed to understand something and smiled indifferently.

"You're not angry at all?"

"Perhaps, I should label myself as 'the big devil's loyal black lieutenant'. Anyway, we non-Chinese are best at playing this kind of role in movies..."

Seeing Xia Fan so calm, Martin had an idea and stroked his chin to seriously think about the feasibility.

"Xia Fan, you're amazing!"

"That's right, 'Oxygen Bomb'. The other team has all the dancers, and they can still win!"

"It's too fierce. The elbow loop at the end is so difficult that I can feel the difficulty even through the screen..."

"Hey, let's praise Martin Luther King for trying his best..."

"Well, Martin, you ride your bike pretty well, and you can tell you have a driver's license."

Then, Jack, Basong and several other international trainees all came over to congratulate them.

The trainees who had finished their performances earlier were naturally also watching the live broadcast through the monitors in the backstage, and they enjoyed the entire process of Xia Fan's team's sharp group dance, as well as the final elbow loop that pierced the stage.

"Xia Fan, actually won by a large margin again..."

"Even Takahashi Yu's team, with their proud dance, couldn't beat him..."

"Does this guy really have no weaknesses?"

The other trainees seemed to be chatting about what was happening on the stage, but fearful glances kept passing over Xia Fan.

From appearance, eyes, temperament to vocal and dancing, they could hardly see any "shortcomings" in Xia Fan that could create an opportunity to overtake.

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Xia Fan..."

Suddenly, a female staff member wearing a mask and a small suit walked up to Xia Fan and greeted him politely.

(End of this chapter)