Cannon fodder fake master was stunned after being reborn

Chapter 39

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The scene of the live broadcast could be said to be an absolute mess.

In fact, before this, there have been similar idol survival shows. But there has never been a precedent like this one – where the final debut night was so absurd and off-script. The little crown, the sign of the highest prestige of the show – was also given to a trainee who failed to debut, Jian Xingsui. It was a blatant show of face-slapping the crew.

When the ranking was announced, some Jian Xingsui fans at the scene were even more unreconciled. Some of them even came with flowers in their hands. The trainees were training in a closed-off venue. They never had the opportunity to meet them personally. As this was the first time they ever saw him in person, they had so many things they wanted to say.

They wanted to tell him, 'You've worked really hard. Your songs are very good, we love it so much. We've seen your grit and endless sleepless nights, your countless days of practice, your blood, your sweat–'

'You are worthy of the debut position.'

'These are the flowers we gave you. Congratulations, you debuted today, Suisui.'

They wanted to see that the youth with low self-esteem on his first stage, who said he dared not pursue his dreams, could leave this hall as a debutant after sunrise. They wanted to see him walk on a bright, flowery path into his future. As his fans, they wanted to escort him along the way, through thick and thin, through every achievement and album release.

But he didn't debut.

He somehow failed.

Maybe... they would never see each other again. That lonely and unknown boy would return to being an unknown entity in this cruel, callous industry. The program crew seems to have slapped them hard, leaving everyone speechless for a long time.

The camera cuts to the fans in the first row. The young lady holding the flowers was crying, fat droplets of tears rolled down freely. She covered her lips and tried her best not to make a sound. The tears fell on the flowers, heartbroken.

The barrage in the live broadcast room also exploded:

[Why?]

[Ahhhh, why!]

Jian Xingsui was wearing two small crowns, standing still beside the podium. He opened his arms, gave Ning Ze a hug as he patted the older man's back in a comforting gesture. In a chalky, low voice, he said, "Congratulations, Ze-ge."

Ning Ze hugged Jian Xingsui tightly, his eyes flushed red.

This man was always taciturn. When he woke up early in the morning, he would fetch water for his roommates in advance. When he came back at night, he would also take care of his friends who have cramps from dancing and help them stretch. He had never been very eloquent with his words. But at this moment, in front of Jian Xingsui, his eyes were red, and his voice was trembling, "You... you have to keep performing on the stage. You belong on the stage. Don't give up your music. I want to hear it again."

Jian Xingsui froze.

Ning Ze didn't like to talk, preferring actions over words. But he understood everyone very well. He knew that some failures are difficult for a person to overcome. He was afraid that Jian Xingsui would give up the stage from now on.

"Please, don't give up." Ning Ze repeated this sentence clumsily. With a tall stature and solid muscle, this bronze-skinned boy usually looked very stable. Tonight, with tears rolling down his cheeks, he no longer gave that impression. Unable to let go of his younger brother, he patted Jian Xingsui on the back, a little choked up, "You are very good, you have done a good job, you have worked very hard, I know this very, very well."