After Transmigrating Into a Male Idol Talent Show

Chapter 6 - Is fate fair? Never.

The trainee standing in the center of the stage looked very handsome. His attire seemed carefully prepared, and his makeup was exquisite. He could definitely be considered the type of guy who would turn heads on the street.

But among those who participated in talent shows, there were hardly any unattractive people to begin with. Even if they were just average in appearance, with the right outfit and makeup, they wouldn't look too far behind.

The issue here was that this trainee from Fenghua Entertainment appeared to be very confident.

Producer Cui Zhihao, who had maintained a relatively mild attitude since the recording began, remained expressionless. He repeated in a calm but indifferent tone, "You said your total practice time as a trainee is only three days?"

"Yes." The other party seemed to have been waiting for the mentors to notice this issue, and he confirmed crisply and reservedly. They had not misheard.

There was a somewhat inexplicable sense of superiority in his attitude. It was as if he was saying, "I've only practiced for three days. If my skills are lacking, it's understandable. But if some of you who have practiced for a long time are still not as good as me, it means I will be very strong in the future. So why bother trying so hard?"

Yin Suli stared at the trainee for a while, then tapped her ballpoint pen on the table with a "pat." Leaning back in her chair, she raised an eyebrow, showing a keen interest. She asked, "So what can you do?"

This pure newcomer who was appearing on the show for the first time seemed quite confident. He smiled and said, "I quite like singing. The dance company has given me basic training, and I can freestyle rap as well."

"Oh." Yin Suli looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, not commenting on it at all. She simply said succinctly, "Then start your performance. After all, you don't have much experience to chat about."

Zhou Cun was taken aback for a moment, seeming a bit embarrassed but also somewhat defiant.

But ultimately, he didn't have the final say. Even though he was a bit frustrated, he couldn't argue with someone who had been in the industry for over twenty years, especially on their debut stage. So he gave up on the prepared lines he had been rehearsing for half a day and started directly.

Starting off with a prepared pose, Yin Suli's expression became even colder.

Zhou Cun simply knelt on the ground, his left hand supporting him behind his back, and his right hand holding the microphone up high, as if he had planned out some kind of plot.

But this movement lacked any aesthetic appeal whatsoever, and it was clear that he hadn't done it properly. His posture was stiff and couldn't sink down properly, and the muscles in his legs were trembling slightly as they waited for the prelude, indicating a lack of exercise.

He obviously didn't understand that if his skills weren't up to par, he shouldn't try to force difficult moves.

The entire performance was filled with a sense of awkwardness. The dance moves were stiff, resembling some kind of zombie dance, and his singing skills were completely inadequate, with neither high nor low notes being on point, making it worse instead of better.

As for his claim that he could freestyle rap, in reality, even the rap part of this prepared debut stage performance was a complete mess.

When he reached the rap part, he seemed to want to appear wilder, but in reality, even his once redeeming quality, his face, now looked unattractive due to his overly ferocious expression.