"I saw a ferocious ghost, spreading human skin on a bed, holding a colorful brush and painting it; after that, I threw the brush and raised the skin, like shaking clothes, and putting it on my body." - Pu Songling's "Painted Skin".

In the live broadcast room, noise suddenly broke out!

Closson Shows the seventh round knockout arena.

I was unable to see off-site subtitles, and the players were exposed to very few information than the audience.

Wu Jin swallowed the voice change pill as instructed. The watch sounded and the competition began ten minutes. After having experienced facial disguises, Wu Jin adapted very quickly to the "human skin mask" that firmly clinged to the skin.

He quickly read the script of contestant Wang Ping in the watch again.

The face is ordinary.

The talent is mediocre.

The contracted company is mediocre.

Background experience—

"You only have half a year of training. Because of incomplete tone and incoherent limbs, you are a rapper on the team. Of course, you and your team are confused. However, you once had an unknown past."

"Get props: Black History Video. When you publish this video, all trainees involved in the video will be attacked by the 'black history hammer' and their popularity will be cleared at the same time."

Wu Jin clicked on the video.

——Player Wang Ping with an explosive head, and another charming young man were wearing a sexy nightclub dress to accompany the rich woman in a bar.

Wu Jin leaned back and looked dazed: "..." It would be fine if 96 people were the ones. If you work hard, you may have a counterattack. However, what else can you do if you have a black history?

Prop videos are useless.

The so-called "black history" also involves Wang Ping himself. If Wu Jin releases a video, it is equivalent to being a self-thunder in a fugitive competition.

The watch sounded again.

There are only 5 minutes left before the start of the game.

Wu Jin took a deep breath, closed his eyes and finally sorted out his emotional state. In the seventh round of knockout match, Closen Show, Stardust Cup Youth Training League, the opponent is as simple as more than a few familiar A-level trainees. At the same time, the participation of Stardust Cup has introduced a large number of Imperial Battle Royale players-

Zoe and Chuchu had mentioned to Wu Jin before the game. Many highly-known fugitive athletes in the Empire have a pursuit.

Gorgeous performance killing.

However, no matter what, my goals are clear.

50 to 20.

Outside the door of the room, the mechanism creaked and turned, and the valve that originally had a contestant was about to open. Wu Jin slowly tilted his upper body and approached the mirror in the drag room.

He was carefully studying every inch of his facial features of "Wang Ping".

Wang Ping's cheeks are slightly swollen, his face is larger, his jawbone is actually wide, and his chin is round. His cheekbone is flat, which overall seems to be a flaw.

Wu Jin practiced a smile in front of the mirror.

Wang Ping's smile is very simple, and the camera is almost zero infectious. Wu Jin thought about it for a while, and showed his canine teeth when he smiled. The smile pulled the muscles and cut off his thick chin, his cheekbones raised, and finally got along with the "brilliant". But the flaws in the entire face cannot be remedied from the front-line-

Wu Jin pressed his chin inward and turned his cheek toward the mirror.

The third time, the fourth time. "Business" is a survival skill that every idol must learn before his debut. Understanding the advantages and defects of his own facial features and making the most appropriate expression management is an important course in Wu Jin's memory during the trainee period.

The competition is about to begin.

Wu Jin pulled his long hair forward after disguise, blocking his plain forehead, and there were thin, long, single eyelids under his bangs, and then smiled happily in front of the mirror.

"Wang Ping"'s skin was finally supported by his soul.

Wu Jin finally swept his glasses, stood up straight, and pushed open the door to the seventh round of knockout matches.

The contestants were preparing to go outdoors, and a series of colorful balloons were set up. The AI ​​pickers warmly welcomed the contestants to the training camp.

This factory perfectly restores the variety show sets from the early 20th century, shooting equipment, when there is a camera sweeping towards Wu Jin-

The boy waved his hand and snatched the camera without hesitation. His smile was warm and not dazzling, which contrasted sharply with the gloomy sky in the background.

The draft scene that was about to pass by was an exception for Wu Jin to stay for 3 seconds.

At this time, the square was full of people, and 100 "boys group talent show trainees" who had just gotten out of the nanny's car lined up in a mess, each of whom was secretly estimating each other's strength.

The starting point where Wu Jin is located is stuck in a corner of the square. He looked around but didn't see the big guys. Caesar, Ming Yao, and Zoe who could recognize him at first glance were not in sight.

Because of the alliance permission, most players exchanged greetings at the beginning. Wu Jin thought about it for a while and finally understood how Wang Ping, the "96th" came from.

In talent shows, the audience always only looks at their faces in their first impressions, and there are so many beautiful faces here!

At the temporary stage above the square, AI staff finally organized contestants to line up.

"The contestant with my registered name goes to the designated building to divide the class..."

"RAP Class 2, Wang Ping..."

Wu Jin crossed the long crowd and squeezed into the "RAP 2 class" logo, and his eyes kept wandering around. Fighting royale players disguised as male team players generally had large physiques. However, the biodisguise technology of Floating City was so perfect that even a strong man with a beautiful face would not seem inconsistent.

The RAP2 class was divided into 16 people. The AI ​​lady who was in charge of the team leader had delicate simulated biological skins. She was as slender as the disguised robot, with accurate mechanical fingers and legs below her neck.

Wu Jin can finally be convinced that in this hell-difficulty draft, even NPCs are more eye-catching than Wang Ping's player.

AI Royal Sister sent the mission card to everyone.

"RAP Class 2, your first performance is three days later. After each class performance, the 800 audience members on site will vote for you all."

"That is, you 16 people, and you have a total of 800 votes."

"After the final number of votes is integrated, we will sort all the players according to the number of votes received on the field. Within 100 people, the last 40 people will be eliminated. Have you heard it clearly?"

Wu Jin nodded in the crowd.

The mind is rotating rapidly. In 6 classes, 800 spectators voted 6 times. The contestants went 100 to 60. This is also guaranteed that the number of votes to advance is.

800X6/60.

"80 votes." Someone said slowly in his ear.

Wu Jin turned around and faced the man's eyes swept around.

"The 4800 votes are distributed to 60 people, so the safety line for promotion is 80 votes. Of course, there is also an algorithm. If you can eliminate 40 people before the performance, you can ensure that everyone else advances." The man shrugged: "My name is Lega, and the first image ranking is 39."

Lega smiled: "As you see, I am looking for allies."

The originally quiet RAP2 class seemed to be suddenly injected with vitality.

Trainee Lega opened the door and drove straight in, quickly gaining the lead in "alliance". Soon the atmosphere was warm, except for a trainee named "Silver Armor" who was disdainful of forming an alliance, the other 15 people quickly joined forces.

Wu Jin was mixed in the crowd. At first, he guessed that the silver armor might be Wei Yan, but the transformed person had a special aura and could not recognize him if he wore a mask. The silver armor was calm and had a strong strength, but he was introverted and proud.

Lega, who has been quickly pushed as the core of the think tank by everyone, asked AI again: "What will happen if the contestant disappears before the performance?"

AI replied with a smile: "It will be regarded as withdrawal from the competition. Of course, the remaining people can still perform on stage."

The atmosphere cooled slightly.

Wu Jin exhaled gently.

16 people are divided into 800 votes, and the average number of votes per person is 50.

But if the RAP2 class kills each other until only one person is left, then he can monopolize 800 votes.

However, a 96-ranked little fool like me shouldn't have the first sacrifice knife-

AI smiled: "Have you heard it clearly? Then let's take a photo of today's opening interview now. Please wait a moment, and the contestants who have registered their names will follow me in turn."

"The first place, Nicholas," AI looked down at the list of players: "First impression ranks 2."

Class RAP2 suddenly became quiet.

First impression ranks second, and the initial popularity that comes with it is never allowed to be underestimated. If you go on stage with Nicholas, the other party's ability to separate the ticket cabin will definitely be like a disaster.

The named Nicholas was also stunned.

If the classmates can think of it, he can naturally think of it. If the 100-to-60-year ranking is higher, the greater the threat to other players. If there are players in the RAP2 class who are in the lower circle to advance, the first thing they need to be eliminated is Nicholas.

Wu Jin stood in the crowd and glanced at the No. 2 seed, which was clear at a glance.

The trainee who drew the "Nicholas" script had a frivolous step. Although his muscles were strong, his level was obviously not good, and his biceps were trembling.

Wu Jin had already vaguely figured out the progress rules of the entire game. The fugitive athletes were randomly disrupted to 1-100 positions, and then they fought openly and secretly and kept reshuffling and changing positions until the final ranking matched their strength.

After Wu Jin glanced at Nicholas' physique, he glanced at the face of the No. 2 seed. It has to be admitted that Nicholas's face is handsome and elegant, which conforms to one of the mainstream aesthetics in the 21st century...

Wu Jin suddenly paused.

This face looks familiar.

At this moment, Nicholas's sight also faced Wang Ping in the crowd-

Wu Jin bowed his head quickly:!! How could it be him?

After Nicholas, the one who was called in was the 9th place in the first image.

Wu Jin suddenly understood the reason why Silver Armor refused to form an alliance. This man was simply the favorite of God. His personal fugitive was strong, not afraid of fighting or being humiliated. He was also very lucky and was drawn to 9th place. As long as Silver Armor did not make mistakes, it would not be difficult to maintain his ranking to the finals.

16 people were called into the interview room one by one, closed the door, and went out again after a while. Wu Jin was not surprised to be ranked last with 96. He used the face of "Wang Ping" extremely dull and dull. He chose the pipe and moved it. He stood in the middle of a group of rappers, and he looked like a senior gangster, but he almost said "Passenger A" and "One Round Tour" on his face.

Until Wu Jin entered the door.

Three cameras were directly facing him.

"Is this also a live broadcast?" Wu Jin asked AI in a low voice.

The AI ​​camera nodded, not caring about contestant Wang Ping at all. Wu Jin knew about it, closed the door, and stood in front of the camera-

"Wang Ping" smiled heartily at the camera, straightened his spine and began to show off.
To be continued...