newbobooks Chapter 115: 2 popularity points!
Chapter 115: 2 popularity points!
"Holy crap........"
Jiang Bai let out a silent scream in his heart.
"Two hundred thousand!"
"It really is 200,000!"
"My invincible golden body is here! I've got it! I even have a hundred thousand left over; I'll be ecstatic about winning the lottery!"
An overwhelming sense of joy surged through his brain, causing a surge of dopamine.
Overly excited, Jiang Bai's originally fair face instantly turned bright red, and his eyes shone with an alarming brightness, like two searchlights in the darkness, exuding an indescribable excitement!
He even felt like laughing, jumping, and hugging and kissing the instructor in front of him!
on the rostrum.
Head Instructor Lao Hei stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the group of freshmen who were being tortured to the point of ecstasy.
Seeing the students with their heads drooping and faces ashen, Lao Hei wondered if he had trained them too hard.
Sudden.
His gaze swept over Jiang Bai, who was standing at the very front.
Old Hei was stunned.
Jiang Bai stood ramrod straight, and his handsome face showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, he was radiant with health!
His eyes were bright and piercing, almost shining!
That expression wasn't one of pain, but rather one of barely suppressed excitement!
"hiss--"
Old Hei gasped and touched the stubble on his chin.
"This kid..."
"You've got something!"
The other students were so exhausted from doing an extra lap of practice that they almost threw up.
This kid's getting more energetic and excited the more he practices!
Her face is so red, how much exercise must she be doing to stimulate that dopamine?
"He's a freak!"
"He's an absolute freak, born for training!"
Old Hei looked at Jiang Bai with eyes that practically overflowed with affection.
This physical constitution, and its spirit.
This abnormal mentality—not only not backing down from high-intensity training, but actually feeling excited about it...
"What a promising talent! A natural-born elite soldier!"
"If you threw him into a special forces unit, even one of those grueling week training exercises, this kid would probably be screaming with excitement every day!"
And below, in Jiangbai.
Completely unaware that his excitement at counting money had led the head instructor to imagine him as a "training maniac," he was now being viewed as such.
He has only one thought in his mind right now:
"I'm rich overnight!"
"They've really become rich overnight!"
................
now.
Back-end monitoring room.
As the chief director, Wang Dazhong, looked at the soaring red ratings curve in front of him, the smile on his lips was harder to suppress than an AK47.
1.5%!
This has broken the record for the most seasons of The Voice of China!
Moreover, that line showed no sign of stopping; it was like a stubborn bull, still pushing upwards!
"director!!"
The data team leader, Xiao Gao, was so excited his voice cracked:
"We're now second in our time slot! We're only 0.1 percentage points behind the number one channel, Hunan TV!"
"Just one more push, and we can crush that entertainment variety show on Hunan TV!"
Wang Dazhong clenched his fist fiercely.
His gaze shifted to the screen filled with real-time comments.
While netizens were still captivated by the tender moments in "Baby," they also began to offer rational analysis:
[Although I really want the girl to turn four times, Teacher Wang Feng definitely won't.]
[Yeah, who is Wang Feng? He's the godfather of rock! This song, "Baby," is too soft; it doesn't suit his tough-guy style at all.]
[Third reincarnation has already made me a god! Contentment brings happiness!]
[It's a pity, it would have been so great if he could have won a Grand Slam, but this is a blind selection after all, and the mentors have their own principles.]
Seeing these comments, Wang Dazhong's smile widened, even carrying a hint of smugness that said, "I know everything."
"Doesn't match?"
"persist in?"
"Hmph, you underestimate the magic of this song, and you underestimate a man's weakness!"
He stared at the screen, watching the progress bar slowly move towards the end.
Heading towards the most exciting part.
At the same time, I started counting down in my head:
"3........"
"2........"
"1........"
"Wang Feng, fourth turn, now! Bomb it!"
........
Shanghai, teachers' apartments.
On the television, Jiang Baizhi's singing gradually faded.
The final, gentle guitar melody, like a mother's hand, softly caresses everyone's heart.
Old Zhang leaned back on the sofa, listening with great pleasure, but a hint of regret still lingered between his brows.
"well……"
Old Zhang shook his head, adopting the air of an expert who "knows the stuff," and commented:
"What a pity, what a real pity."
"This song 'Baby' is nice, but it's just too... too bland."
He turned to his wife and said:
"You haven't heard her sing 'Love You' during school rehearsals!"
"Singing and dancing with boundless energy, her sweet vocals delivered a powerful impact!"
"If she had sung 'Love You' today, I'm confident that the last mentor, Wang Feng, would have turned his chair!"
"After all, blind selections also require passion!"
His wife nodded in agreement.
"yes."
"Wang Feng is a rock singer, how could he possibly like these kinds of lullabies?"
"To provoke this kind of tough mentor to turn around, you really need some strong stimulation."
"It seems that the third job advancement is the limit."
The couple reached an agreement: although they felt Jiang Baizhi had performed perfectly, they were mentally prepared for the "imperfect ending."
On the television screen.
The girl pressed down on the strings, closed her eyes, and smiled.
Everything seemed to have settled down.
Just then.
Just when everyone thought it was over.
"Bang!!!"
A deep, muffled thud, as if a button had been slammed down with all its might, boomed through the TV speakers and echoed throughout the living room!
Old Zhang's hand trembled as he picked up the thermos, and the tea spilled all over his crotch.
But he didn't care at all about his wet pants.
He and his wife, with four eyes, stared intently at the television screen.
All that can be seen in the picture is...
That chair represents Wang Feng, the mentor who is strict, rock and roll, and uncompromising.
Accompanied by dazzling white light.
Shared!
He turned around slowly but firmly!
Facing the quiet girl on the stage.
Fourth job advancement!
Everyone turn around!
"Holy shit?!"
Old Zhang's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in surprise.
"It's been transferred?!"
"Wang Feng switched jobs?!"
"This is a lullaby! Doesn't Wang Feng sleep? Wait, isn't Wang Feng a rock musician?!"
His wife was stunned; the sunflower seed shells in her hand fell to the ground.
"This...this actually works?"
"Didn't you say the styles didn't match?"
"Fourth job advancement already? A Grand Slam?"
The two looked at each other, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.
"Wow, that's amazing!"
Old Zhang, without even wiping his pants, suddenly slapped his thigh:
"I knew this girl could sing well!"
"They even managed to take down Wang Feng! That's real skill!"
"Hahaha! Jiang Bai's sister is really going to become famous this time!"