It was approaching dinner by the time Zoe finally announced the end of the meeting. When the team walked out of the South Tower, they saw a group of robots working busily at the entrance to North Tower, loosening the soil and planting flowers, and carrying colorful furniture and beds into the building.
Caesar watched for a long time and couldn’t help pulling Wu Jin over and gesturing, “There were 250 people, and 180 of them have been eliminated. Why are they increasing the number of beds? And mosquito nets––summer has already passed, and the program team didn’t buy us any nets. What’s going on here?”
Zoe seemed to recall something, “I heard that the next round is indoors, and it’ll be with some specially invited guests. In the morning, Instructor Ying also said that they’ll be moving all the contestants to the South Tower and emptying out the North Tower so that it can all be rearranged.”
Caesar was struck dumb with awe, “One entire tower for guests? What kind of guests are these? Giant godzillas?”
Wu Jin couldn’t help but glance over a few more times.
It seemed that the robots were placing the flowerpots together to spell out words, but he couldn’t confirm anything in the evening light.
In the Crosson Show canteen, the contestants who’d been starved for over 100 hours in a prehistoric jungle walked in and stared like fools.
There were braised pig trotters, roasted suckling pig, fried fish, buddha jumping over the wall, and so on all arranged on the long table. The program producer gave a speech beneath the bright lights––
Everyone at the table was wolfing food down, and nobody looked up at all.
Caesar made a quick on the spot decision, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed towards the braised fatty pork.
Wen Lin reminded him, “Your weight...”
Caesar waved it away, “Who cares! I’ve already gotten fat, and I’ll still be fat after eating. I have to lose weight anyway!”
Wu Jin explained the philosophical meaning behind this statement to Wen Lin, “Being fat is idempotent...”
On the stage, the program producer smacked the microphone after expressing his sincere thanks to the daddy sponsors.
There was a sharp crackling sound, and there were also the constant sounds of burps from beneath the stage.
“I’m announcing two things.” The program producer slapped the table, “Everyone stop, stop! First of all, as we mentioned before, we’ll be assigning new sleeping arrangements for the contestants. This time, it will be done according to the audience’s votes.”
“Secondly, a seven day holiday starts tomorrow. Before the holiday, remember to find Instructor Ying Xiangxiang to learn what survival skills are required to survive the next elimination match...”
The trainees were all confused, “Instructor Ying? ... Shouldn’t it be Instructor Blood Pigeon?”
Ying Xiangxiang nodded and smiled from the side.
After the dinner party, the voting channel for the contestants’ sleeping arrangements would be opened up at 8:00PM sharp.
While they were waiting for the results, the camera swept over the remaining 180 contestants. Qin Jinbao, who was wandering around while eating, Thin Fire, who was putting on make-up, Wu Jin, who was speaking to Zoe in a low voice, and Caesar, who was acting gay together with Red...
The straight man Blood Pigeon wondered, “What are those two doing? They’re leaning against each other with their bare arms and almost merging into one unit!”
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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...
