bacchusnovels Chapter 48 This year, 8~
Chapter 48 This year, 8~
On the judges' panel.
Old Zhang dropped the pen from his hand.
The other judges also sat up straight, their faces showing "auntie smiles".
sweet!
It's so damn sweet!
This kind of sweetness isn't the kind that's cheap and pandering to the audience.
It's a sweetness that comes from within, a confident and sunny sweetness!
As Jiang Bai's dance steps unfolded, their expressions gradually became uncontrollable.
The bald judge's eyes widened and his mouth slightly agape:
"She can even dance? This...this control?"
"This aura?"
"How can you sing and dance so steadily? You can't even hear you breathing?"
The long-haired music critic next to him was so excited that he kept slapping his thigh:
"This is way below the regional competition level!"
"With this typhoon and this composure, they could easily make the top three in the finals!"
"They're so much better than that top eight team from last year, whose only redeeming quality was their looks!"
on the stage.
Jiang Bai sang and danced at the same time.
Every movement is perfectly timed.
Twist your waist, turn around, make a heart shape with your hands.
Especially his classic "curled eyelashes" gesture, paired with his innocent big eyes.
Maximum destructive power!
"Oh Bye, say less~"
I want to spend more than just one day with you~
"A little more would make me willing."
"I love you~"
The song ended.
Jiang Bai paused on a playful wink, her chest rising and falling slightly, her face flushed from exercise.
Thank you everyone!
Quiet.
The entire room fell silent for three seconds.
Followed by.
"good!!!"
The bald judge was the first to clap, his palms turning red from clapping.
"See? I wasn't lying to you!"
"This is what a sweet song should be! This is what an idol should be!"
Even the long-haired judge, Lao Zhang, couldn't help but nod, his eyes full of admiration.
"It's really good."
"Original work, excellent singing and dancing skills, and perfect appearance."
"Most importantly, this style is extremely rare in today's market!"
"Now it's all sad love songs, rap, and incomprehensible ancient style songs."
"This sweet, girly style is such a breath of fresh air!"
The judges whispered among themselves.
Although there are rumors of behind-the-scenes manipulation in "The Voice of China".
But at the district level, it's like encountering a "nuclear-level" player who can blow up the entire venue.
Who dares to swipe?
Anyone who spams this is blind!
Even the agents who had bribed him were whispering amongst themselves after seeing Jiang Bai's performance:
"Quick! Check out this Jiang Baiqian company!"
"If we can sign that contract, it'll be a cash cow!"
"Forget about it, this kind of talent has definitely already been spotted by big companies!"
On the stage.
The bald judge picked up the microphone and eagerly began asking questions:
"Jiang Bai!"
"Is this song really your original composition?"
Jiang Bai nodded, his face full of innocence: "Yes, teacher, I wrote the lyrics, composed the music, and choreographed the dance."
How old are you this year?
"I'm eighteen this year."
"eighteen?!"
A gasp rippled through the judges' panel.
An 18-year-old original talent, excellent in singing and dancing, and with stunning good looks.
It's like God is chasing after him to feed him, and even chewing the food up before feeding him to make sure he doesn't choke!
The bald judge took a deep breath and gave the highest rating:
"Jiang Bai, I'm putting my words here."
"With your talent, it would be a loss for the show if you didn't make it to the national finals!"
"You're a born star!"
Jiang Bai smiled sweetly and bowed:
"Thank you, teacher!"
then.
He turned around and stepped off the stage.
That set of movements was fluid and graceful, concealing both skill and fame.
Back to the background.
The gazes of the surrounding contestants all changed.
That's the look you give a master.
Even the way they look at monsters.
"What's the point of comparing these?"
"That's a classic case of 'dimensional reduction attack'!"
"We're here to compete, they're here to hold a concert!"
Jiang Bai ignored these gazes.
He hadn't returned to his original seat yet.
A middle-aged man in a suit with slicked-back hair appeared like a ghost.
Holding a gold-embossed business card in his hand, his face plastered with a professional, fake smile:
"Miss Jiang! Please wait! Please wait!"
"I am an agent from Xingyao Entertainment, and my surname is Wang."
"I just watched your performance, it was absolutely amazing!"
"Our company is very optimistic about your potential and would like to discuss signing a contract with you!"
Jiang Bai's heart skipped a beat.
Sign a contract?
Another signing?
The mess Yu Zheng made last time hasn't even been filled yet, and now another one is popping up?
Moreover, signing a contract requires real-name authentication!
We need your ID card! We need your household registration booklet! We need to verify your identity!
If he signs this contract, his identity as a "cross-dressing master" will be exposed on the spot.
At that point, forget about becoming a celebrity; you'd be lucky if you weren't arrested as a pervert.
"Feel sorry."
Jiang Bai gave a polite but slightly awkward smile, continuing to walk.
"I won't sign the contract."
"I'm still a student, and all I want to do is study hard."
Agent Wang was taken aback, clearly not expecting to be rejected so decisively.
But he wouldn't give up and quickly caught up with them, initiating a brainwashing session:
"Oh, Miss Jiang, studying and becoming a star don't conflict!"
"Listen to me, the talent shows these days are very complicated."
"Want to get into The Voice? Talent alone isn't enough!"
"The subsequent stage setup, costumes, guest performers... that all costs money! And connections!"
"Without a company backing you up, even if you make it to the national competition, you'll just be cannon fodder!"
"Once you sign with Xingyao, we guarantee you the best team and the best resources!"
"Whether it's the top eight or the championship, we can pull it off!"
"By then, you'll be a top star, earning millions a year won't be a dream!"
It has to be said, this pie in the sky is quite a round one.
If it were an ordinary young girl, she probably would have fallen for him long ago.
But who is Jiang Bai?
He's a cheat code with a system, a hidden millionaire.
Most importantly, he's a man!
"Mr. Wang, you've misunderstood."
Jiang Bai stopped in his tracks, his face displaying an indifferent expression that suggested he considered money as dirt.
"I'm just here to have some fun."
"I don't care about the top eight or the championship."
"I just wanted to see where my skill level really stands."
As for whether I'll become famous or not... let's leave it to fate.
After saying that, Jiang Bai took advantage of the moment when Manager Wang was stunned, turned sideways, and escaped from backstage.
Agent Wang stood at the door, bewildered in the wind.
"Just for fun?"
"Don't you care about winning the championship?"
"This is Versailles!"
……
This is just the beginning.
For the next half hour...
Jiang Bai was like Tang Sanzang who had fallen into the Spider Cave.
Whenever he tried to sneak out to use the restroom or get a glass of water, all sorts of "agents" and "talent scouts" would pop out from the corner.
"Ms. Jiang, we are from EE-Media..."
"Not interested."
"Ms. Jiang, we can offer you an S-level contract..."
"unnecessary."
"Ms. Jiang, our boss would like to invite you to dinner..."
"I'm on a diet, so I won't eat."
Jiang Bai shook his head vigorously, giving reasons for refusing, ranging from "I need to study" to "My family is too strict," and finally even using the excuse that "a fortune teller said I'm not suited for the entertainment industry."
He left all the agents speechless.
at last.
During a break in the match.
In the corner of the rest area.
Several agents, who had suffered setbacks, huddled together and began to vent their frustrations to each other.
"Hey Lao Wang, did you manage to take down Jiang Bai, number 108?"
"Get rid of my ass!"
Agent Wang lit a cigarette, looking dejected.
"That girl is completely unreasonable!"
"I offered to help her win the championship, but she said she didn't care!"
"I told her she was a top star who earned tens of millions back then, but she said she was just here for fun!"
Another talent scout wearing glasses sighed as well:
"I went too."
"I told her I'd give her the best resources, but she said she needed to go back and do her homework."
"What the hell is homework?! What kind of homework do freshmen do?"
The group looked at each other, and in each other's eyes they saw a deep sense of powerlessness.
Having been in this industry for so long, I've seen people who are desperate for fame, and I've also seen people who are willing to be sold for a high price.
But I've never seen anyone like Jiang Bai who wears his "I don't want to be famous" on his sleeve and speaks of "refusal" in such a fresh and unconventional way.
"You say..."
A female agent lowered her voice and analyzed mysteriously:
"Could she be... some rich kid?"
"Look at her demeanor, her composure."
"And that outfit, although it looks simple, that pearl hair clip, the quality of it, it's obviously not cheap."
"Moreover, they don't care about money or fame at all."
"That kind of person..."
Everyone suddenly realized.
"That makes sense!"
"No wonder! They're here to experience life!"
"We really can't afford to mess with these rich second-generation heiresses."
"Sigh, what a pity for such a promising talent. It seems destined to be a fleeting moment in the entertainment industry."
"They're going back to inherit their family fortune, why are we worrying about it?"
Several people sighed deeply, looking at Jiang Bai's back in the distance, who "regarded money as dirt," their eyes filled with envy and helplessness.
Little did they know.
This "rich second-generation heiress".
Right now, I'm hiding in a corner, staring at my bank account balance on my phone, screaming in my head:
"Please let me advance!"
"I want that copy of *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*!"
"That's money! That's all my money!"