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Becoming a superstar, starting from trainees

Author: Little Madeleine
Urban
Ongoing · 1.3K Views
Synopsis

Some of them needed a little help! " Cosmetics " had transmigrated to become an idol trainee and awakened the " powder becoming strong " system. She had been " muddling through " all the way but was unfortunately forced to become a top student. "Li Baichong, the few accounts that have been slandering you the most are your own accounts. Do you admit it?" I didn't! Don't spout nonsense! It didn't exist! I'm a professional. How could I let anyone find out? " Yesterday at the charity event, you gained 200,000 fans after announcing your total donation amount. Someone took a photo of you crying in a corner. May I ask why? Was it because you were touched?" I don't dare to move. If I move, I'll gain more fans. Once I gain more fans, the system will punish me and donate money. I don't have a single cent now! I just want to lose fans! "Today, a few experts and professors called you shallow and ignorant on the Internet and called for everyone to boycott you. What do you want to say?" Listen to me, thank you! Because of you, the four seasons are warm! Please increase your strength. I need everyone's help! Thank you! Please increase your strength, I need help!

Chapter 1Reincarnated as an Idol Trainee

"Li Baichong! You won't be famous for the rest of your life!"

At five past four in the afternoon, less than an hour before the live broadcast began, a hoarse roar made the noisy Hall 2 of the broadcasting base quiet down.

The figures who were originally as busy as ants stopped and turned their heads towards the same place.

"Pa!"

The door was slammed open.

The A4 paper that was stuck to the door with tape could not bear the force and slipped down to the door. A shoe stepped on it and it left in a hurry.

One second, two seconds, three seconds of silence.

The expected excitement did not come. Everyone who was listening attentively began to get excited.

" What's going on? Why is the manager cursing his own artist? I'll post it on my WeChat Moments."

"Li Baichong, the internet celebrity who became popular a few days ago?"

"It's him. After he came, he suddenly said that he didn't want to go on the live broadcast. His manager and the production team tried to persuade him for a long time, but to no avail. The production team was angered and left. Now, his manager is also angry."

"Why? Isn't it good to be on the live broadcast with Zheng Junming? He's a top celebrity. He's just an internet celebrity. He doesn't want traffic."

" Aren't internet celebrities all brainless like this? They want to rely on Zheng Junming's fans to gain attention!"

Amidst the whispers of discussion, more and more people gathered at the door. Some of them were bold enough to keep looking inside.

Just as some people could not help but want to get closer to see the situation in the room.

A tall and thin figure slowly walked out of the room.

He was wearing a slightly old blue and white high school uniform. His shoulders were wide, his waist was narrow, and his legs were long. His head almost hit the top of the door frame.

Her delicate features were full of worry, and her thick and heroic eyebrows were tightly knitted together, but her eyes were calm and peaceful.

His calm aura instantly made the scene much quieter.

Li Bochong bent down to pick up the paper at the door, shook it and blew twice. The shoe print on the paper was so light that it was almost invisible. He covered the paper on the nameplate of " utility room " on the door.

After pressing the scotch tape to make sure it wouldn't fall off, he turned around and looked at the crowd gathered outside the door. He nodded and closed the door before returning to his room.

Only the A4 paper with the words " Temporary Dressing Room " written on it shook a few times.

The discussion sounded again, but the voices were much softer. Originally, they were all happily eating melons, but now, they were all sighing.

" The uniform of Xinya Arts High School. Li Bochong is actually a student of Xinya Arts High School. No wonder he doesn't want to be on the live broadcast!"

" Zheng Junming's fans are attacking Yiguan. They're already at the fifth most searched spot. I was wondering why they found an internet celebrity. It's to clear their name!"

"So you're fighting for justice for the school and your classmates. You're so hot-blooded at such a young age."

"A trainee from a small company with no background. I reckon that in the end, he won't be able to win, but this child is indeed worthy of admiration!"

"It's not easy. She wants to stick to her heart, but she's being pressured by so many people. This child must be feeling very uncomfortable now."

He closed the door and returned to the room filled with junk. The discussion outside the door finally stopped.

Li Bochong sat down on the only chair and let out a long sigh.

Everyone felt that Li Bochong was suffering, but in fact, he was suffering more than everyone thought.

It was the kind of discomfort where he thought he was Brother Xun, only to find out that he was Runtu. It was the kind of discomfort where he always laughed at Kong Yiji and Fan Jin, only to find that his status and knowledge were completely inferior.

A week ago, when he woke up from a car accident, Li Baichong came to this parallel world with the same economic and cultural level as Earth.

He became a seventeen-year-old idol trainee who had been practicing for two and a half years.

After reading novels for so many years, he was already familiar with what to do after transmigrating. He thought it would be easy, but it was not as simple as in the novels he read.

The timeline of the parallel world was different. Without the advantage of foresight, buying stocks and coins would not work.

In his previous life, he was ordinary and accomplished nothing. He did not have a skill that could shine. There was no need to think about inventions, innovation, or starting from scratch.

Fortunately, she appeared because her side profile resembled the old national goddess, Gu Qing Yu, who had become popular on the Internet and entered the entertainment industry. Her figure and appearance were outstanding.

Moreover, there were still five to six years left on the trainee contract with the management company.

Therefore, taking the entertainment route was the best solution at this stage.

However, the cultural transportation work was also very difficult for Li Baichong.

It was too long to copy a book.

He didn't know how to copy movies because it was too complicated.

She had been born with hearing problems in her previous life.

Li Baichong wanted to slap himself. It was fine if he didn't know how to copy books, but if he didn't shoot movies or copy songs, what entertainment was there to play?!

After much thought, he finally decided to use the idea of " Quick Crossdressing " to test the waters.

It was easy to transport, which meant that the threshold was low, which meant that it was easy to copy.

After Li Baichong's small fire, the traffic was immediately eaten up by other big guilds and big internet celebrities.

She posted three different types of cross-dressing videos, but the filming tools and editing skills were not good. Fortunately, her face was useful, and her followers increased by more than 800,000 in a few days.

Just as Li Baichong was hesitating about what else he could move and whether he should continue moving, he was tricked by his manager to come to this live broadcast base.

After figuring out the situation, he came to a conclusion. There was no need to move. His entertainment career that had yet to begin seemed to be over.

The city gate was on fire, and the fish in the moat were affected. He had unfortunately become a fish.

It happened this morning.

Xiao Xiao, the campus belle of Li Bochong's school who was known as the " Violin Goddess ", had won the silver medal in the International Violin Competition. The Department of Culture and the television station had invited her to appear on a live interview program and were preparing to promote it online.

A violin-themed youth movie," The First Moon on a String," was a very popular topic. The publicity team had included the male lead in the movie.

Originally, it was just a conversation that no one paid attention to. However, the addition of the new top celebrity, Zheng Junming, made the live broadcast attract a lot of attention and became uncontrollable.

In the morning, one of Zheng Junming's fans had tagged Xiao Xiao, who did not know that Zheng Junming was also participating in the live broadcast, on Weibo.

" How many lifetimes has it been to be on the show with the genius of music and movie idol, Zheng Junming?"

The fans only wanted to fart about their idol, but in the end, Xiao Xiao replied," I don't know him."

Zheng Junming's fans immediately believed that Xiao Xiao wanted to gain traffic and was disrespectful to their idol. Their Weibo exploded.

The overwhelming vicious curses and private message harassment made Xiao Xiao, a little girl who had practiced the piano since she was young and had no social connections, cry and faint. The elders in the family felt sorry for her and rejected the livestream by claiming that she was ill.

However, this behavior angered Zheng Junming's fans. They lost control and attacked the official website of Xiao Xiao's alma mater, Xinya Art High School, and it became a trending topic.

After realizing that the topic had shifted and there was a public relations risk, Zheng Junming's management team wanted to control the situation and quickly contacted Li Baichong's manager.

Li Bochong himself was completely unaware of the situation. The most eye-catching part of the live broadcast page already had a notice in bold letters:

[Temporary change of co-guest 'Violin Goddess' Xiao Xiao to 'Popular Internet Celebrity' Li Bochong.]

When they arrived at the temporary dressing room, Li Baichong was informed by his manager Chang Qing that he would be going on a live broadcast later.

Li Baichong's soul was an adult who was not easily fooled. He felt that something was wrong. After walking around outside, he understood what had happened.

The manager realized that Li Baichong's condition was not right, so he took turns with the production team. They talked about flattery and threats for a long time, but Li Baichong did not say a word.

However, Li Baichong was not what the onlookers thought. He did not want to participate in the live broadcast because he wanted to fight for justice for the school and his classmates.

Li Baichong was simply not used to speaking with his mouth, but in fact, he had already cursed his manager's ancestors in his heart.

If it was really like what everyone thought, that his manager and the production team had said, that he had climbed up to a top celebrity in the previous live broadcast and taken off, then he could participate in this live broadcast. Even if he could not speak, he could still use sign language to get on this live broadcast.

However, the current situation was not like this. Li Baichong knew his current situation better than anyone else.

In his previous life, he had worked in an online public relations company, responsible for the entertainment industry, and was a professional Internet Water Army and anti-fan.

Everything that Zheng Junming's management team had done for him today was his daily work in his previous life.

Sensing the crisis of public opinion, he would do anything to achieve his goal in the "Golden 5 Hours".

A statement pushed the blame of Xiao Xiao's withdrawal from the live broadcast to Li Bochong. It shifted the excessive firepower of Zheng Junming's fans that might continue to cause trouble to the nameless junior Li Bochong who was not in danger.

It allowed the fans to turn the negative public opinion about the violin genius into a happy thing like teaching an internet celebrity a lesson. It also increased the fans 'sense of achievement and increased the cohesiveness of the fans.

From Li Baichong's professional point of view, it wasn't a choice between being famous or keeping the moral bottom line.

Instead, it was a dead end, whether he would die standing or kneeling.

If he rejected the live broadcast, he would still take the blame for stealing the show. He would offend his own management company, offend a top celebrity and the management team behind him, and also offend the capital behind the movie that was incredibly powerful.

After participating in the live broadcast, his high school circle of friends was gone. It was difficult to wash away the infamy of being ungrateful and betraying his alma mater. Moreover, after the live broadcast attracted the attention, Zheng Junming's management team would definitely fall out with him and take the blame.

This choice was like eating chocolate-flavored feces or feces flavored chocolate. No matter how one chose, it was a dead end. It was basically difficult to make a name for yourself in the entertainment industry.

Li Baichong actually did not have the dream of shining in the entertainment industry. Even if he said goodbye to the entertainment industry, he did not feel too bad.

However, he had just transmigrated and thought that he was the male lead. In the end, he realized that he was just a piece of trash who had transmigrated and was nothing. He could not accept it for a moment.

However, as an adult who had been beaten up by society, Li Baichong quickly adjusted his mentality.

She was thinking about whether she should save him and use her professionalism to communicate with Zheng Junming's team to make it a win-win situation for everyone.

Just as she was thinking about it, she heard a commotion outside.

" They're here, they're here. RV, bodyguards, managers, fans, stand-ins, so many people!"

"Oh my god! Is this the idol of the top male celebrity in the entertainment industry?"

Arriving at the empty corridor, Li Bochong looked at the door and saw that it was full of people.

A man with dyed blond hair walked out of the nanny van. He frowned and walked with his head lowered amidst a series of ear-piercing screams.

The six bodyguards opened up a path and pushed away the fans who were holding the banners and gifts in front of them. Some people were pushed and accidentally fell, and the scene was in a mess.

The man lowered his head and took a glance. He didn't care at all. He took out his sunglasses, put them on, and walked even faster with an expressionless face.

After entering the studio, the man's expressionless face could no longer hold it in. He whispered something to the people beside him and laughed non-stop. The group of people walked into the VIP lounge and closed the door.

Li Baichong, who could read lips, leaned against the door and watched the commotion. His eyes turned cold.

This Zheng Junming was really noble. He couldn't hold it in even after taking a few more steps. Before he even entered the room and closed the door, he used a very dirty metaphor to scold the fan who had fallen outside. He even smiled like something.

Li Baichong couldn't help but spit at the "oppa" in his heart. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

In his previous life, people like Zheng Junming were only people who could give a 20% discount to friends for their personal corruption.

Pah, if I don't serve this kind of person, I'm not worthy!

Li Baichong stood up and was about to leave.

He felt his brain shake.

" Super Idol System activated!"

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