allendalepharm Chapter 88 The Hope of the Whole Village!
Chapter 88 The Hope of the Whole Village!
Everyone fell silent.
This is a fact.
In today's talent shows, popularity is king.
If the show isn't popular, even the champion will be just another face in the crowd.
Red-haired Brother pointed in the direction Jiang Bai had walked out:
"but!"
"If there were such a top-tier beauty..."
"As long as she advances! As long as she gets some exposure!"
"With that face alone, I can definitely boost the ratings!"
"If the show becomes a hit, even if we're just supporting characters, we can still get some exposure, right?"
These words were like a wake-up call.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Yup!
How can they be competitors?
This is the hope of the whole village!
This is clearly a "mascot" to save ratings and lead everyone to prosperity!
"That's right!"
"She has to advance!"
"If she gets eliminated, it will be a loss for our show this season!"
"But... creating original songs is really difficult..."
"Pray!"
The bespectacled man clasped his hands together, looking devout.
"I hope all the professors have good hearing today!"
"I hope that even if that original song is awful, the mentor will at least accidentally clap it!"
"If we just turn one chair around, we'll be saved!"
In a short time.
A strange yet harmonious scene unfolded in the lounge.
Dozens of competitors who originally disliked each other.
At this moment, everyone was united in their prayers for Jiang Bai, who had already left and was "probably useless except for being good-looking."
Jiang Bai was outside the door.
Suddenly, a series of notification sounds rang in my mind:
[Ding! Received a blessing from contestant A +1.]
[Ding! Prayer points received from contestant B +1.]
[Ding! Received 100 "Hurry up and make her famous" wishes from all contestants!]
Jiang Bai: "???"
He turned his head, looking completely bewildered.
He was met with the "loving" and "expectant" gazes of all the contestants in the room.
That look in his eyes was like looking at his own child who was about to take the college entrance exam.
"..."
"What happened with these people just now?"
"Why are you looking at me like that... like you're looking at the last hope of the whole village?"
"I must have misread it..."
............
As I walked out of the TV station, my stomach promptly began to rumble in protest.
Jiang Bai randomly picked a small, decent-looking restaurant and ordered a bowl of Kyoto-style fried noodles with soybean paste.
"Slurp—"
After taking a big bite of noodles, a sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously.
Although he is now wealthy, Jiang Bai is still the same thrifty college student at heart.
They can afford to eat at a buffet costing hundreds of dollars, and they can also eat noodles costing just over ten dollars.
After eating and drinking my fill, I checked the time and it was only noon.
It's still early before the 5 PM recording.
"Let's get to work! Let's start a side hustle!"
Jiang Bai wiped her mouth, slung her guitar over her shoulder, and still dressed in her Mori Girl style outfit, took a taxi to her first destination—"Dream Start Recording Studio".
This name sounds impressive and inspiring.
But when we got there...
Good guy.
In the basement of an old residential area, the sign at the entrance was peeling paint. The word "dream" was reduced to just the radicals "wood" and "think," and "starting point" was reduced to just the radical "mouth."
"I don't want... a recording studio?"
Jiang Bai's lips twitched.
"Fine, as long as it's cheap."
He checked online and found that although the shop was run-down, the equipment was decent, and most importantly—it only cost 300 yuan per hour!
For someone recording a song for the first time, this was absolutely the best value for money.
Push the door open and go inside.
A musty smell of smoke mixed with the aroma of braised beef noodles wafted over.
There was no one at the front desk.
Take a couple of steps inside and you'll see three energetic young men sprawled on the sofa in the public rest area, frantically typing away on their phones, their fingers flying across the screen.
"Go for it! Do you even know how to play support?!"
"Big Dragon! Look at Big Dragon!"
"Holy crap! We got robbed!"
Jiang Bai stood to the side, feeling like an invisible person who had accidentally wandered into an internet cafe.
"Cough cough."
He cleared his throat and called out in that soft, falsetto voice:
"Hello, I have an appointment."
The three young men were startled and almost threw their phones away.
Ah Qiang, the one in charge of reception, suddenly looked up, about to yell "Who is it?", but then he saw the pretty Jiang Bai in front of him.
What a scene that must have been!
In the dimly lit basement, a light seemed to suddenly illuminate the space.
Artistic, aloof, and beautiful like a fairy who stepped out of a painting, she was holding a wooden guitar in her arms.
Ah Qiang's Adam's apple bobbed, and he quickly stuffed his phone into his pocket. He stood up, rubbing his hands together, his face beaming with an embarrassed yet delighted smile, having even forgotten the anger he felt from losing the team battle earlier.
"Oh my! Beautiful lady!"
"Sorry, sorry, just now... cough cough, I was testing the sensitivity of the headphones."
"You made an appointment, right? Let me see... Miss Jiang? I thought you were coming this afternoon."
He was secretly surprised: He thought the name he booked in the afternoon was that of an ordinary female literary youth, but he didn't expect her to be a beauty!
Jiang Bai nodded: "It's me. I finished my business early, so I came early."
"No problem, come in, please come in!"
Ah Qiang instantly became incredibly attentive, even kicking his companion who was still playing games next to him:
"Stop playing around! We need to get some work done! Go turn the equipment on!"
A-Qiang led Jiang Bai toward the recording studio.
Along the way, Jiang Bai looked at the surrounding decorations and felt a little nervous.
The overall decor was poor, the lighting was even a bit dim, and it looked dilapidated.
Could it be that he went to the wrong place and is about to be sold to Myanmar to sell kidneys?
soon.
We arrived at the recording studio.
Although the outside corridor looked like an abandoned air-raid shelter, the recording studio itself was quite clean.
As A-Qiang pushed open the heavy soundproof door, he launched into a long-winded explanation to Jiang Bai, trying to salvage the professional image he had lost while "playing games":
"Beautiful lady, don't let the simple appearance of our studio fool you. The paint is peeling, and the carpet is old, but that's to save on rent!"
"But we're actually 'all show and no substance'!"