Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

[Name: Elias King, Stage Name: King...]

[Wait, host, you think the original owner's sudden ability to write lyrics and compose music is suspicious. Jin is a foreigner; if he provides so many Chinese songs, wouldn't that also raise suspicion?]

4399 makes a good point.

Jiangxi Heng thought for a moment: "Then the music was composed by Elias King, who gave the music to me, and I wrote the lyrics... For a student studying at a film and drama university, writing lyrics is always easier than composing music."

They also offer courses such as script analysis and poetry appreciation.

After receiving the instruction, 4399 performed a series of operations. It knew that the host was describing this non-existent person using his own information, so it secretly added a lot of settings.

Alright! The setting is that Elias and the host are close friends, so he's willing to entrust all his works to you for processing.

Jiangxi Heng felt a thought and vaguely sensed his own consciousness appearing on the other side of the ocean.

What kind of connection is this? Could the system have actually created a "Elijas" for me?

4399 confidently stated: 【No, no, even if it were created, it would just be a pseudonym of the host, sharing a consciousness and a brain with you… However, without a physical body, having consciousness is useless; it can only exist in data.】

Jiangxi Heng nodded. After obtaining the new identity information, he took out his phone and unlocked the screen password using his birthday code 071224. Under the guidance of 4399, he logged into the International Copyright Registration Center in the name of Elias King and registered a new song.

Composer: Elias King (of French and Chinese descent)

Lyricist: Jiangxi Heng (Chinese)

The process from song registration to approval is expected to take anywhere from half an hour to two hours, which is quite efficient.

Instead of wasting time waiting in place, Jiangxi Heng went to the gym on the third floor, a place that the contestants didn't usually go to.

The "Cosmic Star-Making Camp" rented the entire building. The first floor is the studio, which is the performance venue for each public performance; the second floor is the various practice rooms; the third floor is a storage floor for musical instruments, performance costumes, and equipment, and the gym is also located here; the fourth floor is the public canteen; and the fifth floor is the dormitory for the contestants.

With only two weeks between each performance, time is tight. Jiangxi Heng's current goal is to train his muscles and bones to the point where he can at least lift a heavy sword and a long staff within those two weeks.

4399's capabilities exceed the standard but are limited.

It can provide works and create identities, but it cannot allow Jiangxi Heng to acquire a skill out of thin air. It can only be obtained through the exchange of the omnipotent civilization points. And civilization points are so important to it that 4399 does not want to spend them here unless absolutely necessary.

Fortunately, the host is down-to-earth, humble, and willing to improve himself through his own abilities.

Jiangxi Heng grew up in a chaotic foreign country. In his early years, he learned how to fight back by being beaten. Later, his unorthodox methods were corrected by many martial arts teachers. He was exposed to swordsmanship, staff techniques, fist techniques, spear techniques, knife techniques, etc., and eventually formed his own martial arts style.

After basic training such as jogging, push-ups, squats, sit-ups, and weightlifting, the next step is intensive training that incorporates martial arts.

An hour later, 4399 notified me that the song copyright registration was successful.

Jiangxi Heng exhaled a breath of stale air, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. The white short-sleeved shirt provided by the production team was almost half-wet. The soreness in his muscles told him that it was time to rest.

Haste makes waste; just gradually increase your workout time at the gym each day.

Jiangxi Heng is recovering his physical condition at a leisurely pace. The one-day rest and adjustment period provided by the program team for the contestants has now ended.

The players in Group G never expected that someone would actually be so lazy as to not show up in the practice room (on camera) for an entire day, and even when the instructors "voluntarily gave extra lessons," this person wouldn't come.

"Is Jiangxi Heng sleeping soundly in the dorm? Hey, Chi Ziyou, you're in the same dorm as him, do you know what he's doing right now?"

As soon as Zhan Jingxuan, the leader of the gossip group, spoke, the other four members of Group G all looked over.

"MINI's instructor just came to our class and said that out of the seven classes from A to G, our class is the only one without all its members."

Huang Qi was somewhat resentful. Class G was clearly the weakest class, so they should have shown everyone that they were trying their best. But instead, their class was short of people, which was incredibly embarrassing.

Chi Ziyou, wanting to make amends for his lazy roommate, quickly said, "I didn't notice. Isn't today a day off? Maybe Jiangxi Heng was too tired, so he simply took the day off?"

Zhan Jingxuan chuckled: "Come on, with the intensity of Jiangxi Heng's training, it's not him who's tired. I bet he got 44th place and is in a bad mood right now, so he doesn't want to see anyone."

The 39th to 43rd contestants on site: ...

Fang Weiyang rolled her eyes, thinking that although 38th place was indeed the highest in their G class, so what? The next performance was 44 to 22, and G class only had 7 contestants, not enough to eliminate anyone.

He moved a little further away from Zhan Jingxuan, intending to review the vocal and dance lessons he had taught that day before heading back.

A thought inevitably flashed through my mind: if he doesn't attend classes and doesn't come to school, Jiangxi Heng is probably preparing to give up.

Thinking of that face that could attract attention no matter where it was placed, Fang Weiyang still felt a little regretful.

So she whispered to Chi Ziyou, "You can remind Jiangxi Heng tomorrow that the song selection for the third performance won't be announced until this afternoon, and he still has a vocal lesson in the morning."

Chi Ziyou nodded: "I will."

For the contestants, it was an ordinary day. Before leaving, everyone tried their best to get more screen time and said goodbye to the cameras in the practice room. There were many who tilted their heads and acted cute.

Even Fang Weiyang could not escape it.

Each episode is edited and broadcast for more than two hours. For nobodys like them, they can only do their best to leave as many interesting shots as possible on camera.

Thinking of the contestants from Class A and Class B, Fang Weiyang tugged at the hem of her clothes, feeling dejected.

Some people get to appear on screen for ten minutes in a single episode, while others don't get to say a single word.

"Wei Yang, let's go back together." Chi Ziyou followed Fang Wei Yang.

It was already dark. The contestants, inside the large building, were like larvae in a cocoon, yet to emerge as butterflies, only able to see the night outside through the windows.

The two walked side by side down the corridor, talking about what they would do if they were eliminated.

Chi Ziyou answered casually, "I'll probably open a restaurant. Actually, I'm better at cooking than singing and dancing. What about you, Weiyang?"

Fang Weiyang looked somewhat confused: "I'll probably work as an extra in movies to earn some money, and then wait for the next talent show."

Chi Ziyou exclaimed, "Wow~ You're so persistent! It's unbelievable!"

The sighs turned into screams.

The motion-sensor light on the stairs was broken, and a tall silhouette appeared at the top of the stairs. The light in the distance flickered, and the shadow cast on the wall became even more menacing.

Chi Ziyou turned into a screaming chicken, and Fang Weiyang's heart skipped a second in fright.

Da, da, da.

It wasn't until three footsteps approached that the two snapped out of their daze: Ghosts shouldn't make any noise when they walk, right?

The motion-sensor light on the next floor of the stairs turned on at that moment, casting a silhouette of a person.

His handsome face was bathed in the soft light, which outlined his deep features like a classical Chinese ink painting, giving one a sense of unreality as to what day it was.

Even darker than the night was their pair of jet-black eyes.

From the perspective of someone in a superior position, it is sharp and intimidating, carrying a sense of oppression that is difficult to discern in terms of emotion.

It was only for a second, but it was deeply etched into their minds.

After recognizing the face, Fang Weiyang, her heart pounding, looked surprised: "...Jiang Xiheng?"