The Crosson Show team activity ended with a huge surge in traffic.
The entrance to the stage opened up, and countless spectators swarmed around the 20 contestants for autographs and photos–-the stage was blocked tightly in a flash.
It was getting close to midnight. The program producer who was overseeing the editing of the program, walked out from behind the scenes and paused, “What’s going on with Little Witch’s table? Who heaped so many mineral waters and drinks there?”
The little editor quickly explained, “Little Witch started to hiccup from the moment the award was announced. I don’t know if it’s because he’s happy or nervous, but the fans have constantly been delivering water to Little Witch ever since––”
The program producer waved his hand, “Alright, bring back all the players when it reaches midnight. Have the audience go back a bit earlier, and have the central control room prepare to broadcast that saxophone music <Go home>...”
The director scurried off to get it done.
On-site.
The young girl who was finally able to stand in front of Wu Jin turned red.
Wu Jin was still dressed in the combat suit he’d competed in. The zipper was pulled down to his chest, revealing his black cotton shirt and beautiful shoulders. The youth’s curls were soft and fluffy when he bowed his head to sign his name, and he appeared gentle and patient when he looked back up.
He’d signed, written messages, taken photos, and shaken hands on demand for a full two hours, thanking every fan seriously and declining any expensive gifts while carefully setting aside the letters.
The young girl quickly handed over a bottle of mineral water.
Wu Jin was really embarrassed but still accepted it solemnly, “...Thank you. I don’t have the hiccups anymore...”
The young girl stared at her idol without blinking and fell into an extended trance before smiling, “Big brother, can we take a picture together?”
Wu Jin nodded and stooped down politely, making it more convenient for the little fan who was shorter than he was to capture the two of them together on camera.
The young girl seemed to have sensed something, sucking in a breath as she turned––
There was a click.
“Prprprpr Little Witch is so handsome I’m suffocating ahhhhh!! Shocking and moving like a divine masterpiece (worthy of being a child that mama raised)!”
“So cool, I really want to take a picture together with Little Witch, ying!”
“The veritable mine of mineral water on the table is shocked into crying! Hahahaha double person life-saving – honeymoon – capsule (bed), really scared the child into permanent hiccups. This program group really! Knows! How to play! However, looking at Little Witch’s current appearance... he’s as straight as a steel pipe. Sigh.”
“My impatience is tearing me up inside!! My son hasn’t even touched a little girl’s small hands yet, but now it’s started, it’s already at such a level (...), two-person hardcopy photos requires cooperation (...) my smile is gradually turning perverted hehehehe!”
Wu Jin finished taking photos and politely said goodbye to the little fan.
The young girl’s legs were soft, and she was a little dizzy. She inhaled deeply through her scarf, sucking in a breath full of her idol’s scent and was caught by surprise by the gaze that swept over.
When she looked back again, the audience was crowded around, and Little Witch was signing an autograph for the next fan. At the next table closest to him, Wei Shi’s expression was indifferent.
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Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!
Science Fiction-for offline purposes only - Book 1 Synopsis: Wu Jin, as a trainee from a certain entertainment company, had a peerless, stunning face. He was qualified to debut as a lead performer even if he just sat there and did nothing. After signing up for a...
