After Transmigrating Into a Male Idol Talent Show

Chapter 29

As the first name was about to be called, the trainees didn't know whether they hoped to be called quickly or wished to be called later.

If called early, it at least meant they wouldn't be eliminated and could breathe a sigh of relief immediately, rather than hanging on with a sense of suspense. But if called later, they could still hope for a higher ranking, getting closer to debuting.

These two thoughts kept swirling in their minds. The trainees struggled with anticipation, their eyes hotly fixed on the card held by the producer Cui Zhihao.

It seemed as if they wanted to pierce through that thin card and directly see their own and others' rankings.

Perhaps the unluckiest was the trainee ranked sixty-fourth. They had to keep hanging in suspense, unable to let go or lift up their hearts, even if they cried on the spot, everyone would understand.

It was torturous, almost comparable to the day when high school exam results were released.

After all, it had just begun, and Producer Cui Zhihao didn't prolong the suspense for too long. With a smile, he announced amidst everyone's eager gaze, "The sixty-third trainee, the number of votes from the audience producers is... 35,601 votes."

The trainees' eyes brightened, their hearts surging.

Even the last place had over thirty thousand votes! And this was just the first episode.

Producer Cui Zhihao continued, "Congratulations to Wen Ziqian, a trainee from Wenhua Media!"

This was a name relatively unfamiliar to the upper-level trainees, consistently ranked low in the D class. His talent wasn't outstanding, but his personality was decent.

More importantly, he was somewhat good-looking, the type that easily gained favor with his clean appearance.

Being called first, Wen Ziqian's mind almost went blank for a moment. His legs felt weak, and he felt dizzy. He sat dumbfounded for several seconds before finally standing up with a shuffling motion.

He felt a bit overwhelmed, enveloped in immense happiness, feeling as if he were in a dream.

People around him congratulated him. Wen Ziqian could see envy in his teammates' eyes. He stuttered, "Thank you, teacher, thank you to the audience who voted for me!"

Producer Cui Zhihao looked kindly at him, raising his hand to gesture him to come to the microphone already placed in the center of the stage. "Not over there, come to the front and say a few words."

The handsome young man stepped onto the stage, a bit awkwardly, but no one mocked him, only envy and blessings.

He could see numerous cameras following him, focusing solely on him for a brief moment. "Ah," he swallowed his nervous heartbeat, steadying his breath. "Thanks to the audience producers for voting for me... I know my abilities are lacking, thank you, thank you for seeing me... Actually, I had already packed my bags, I thought I would be going home tonight."

Wen Ziqian's eyes were a bit teary. He used to think those who cried easily on shows might be acting, but only after experiencing it himself could he understand that sometimes it's simply uncontrollable.

Happy yet poignant, bewildered yet hopeful. Previously, he alone knew he was moving in a certain direction, but from this moment on, this path wasn't lonely anymore; it wasn't solely his.

Every vote cast for him seemed to say, "You're not alone; you have company on this journey."

In a moment, the anxiety and confusion seemed to dissipate, leaving behind a warm inexplicable feeling and boundless hope.