On the eve of the recording of the men's team draft, the popular player collapsed. The show crew was so desperate that they randomly found a vegan to save the situation.
As the news spread, there were countless black posts:
[Where did Jiang Xingcan come from? Is there no threshold for the draft? All kinds of stinky fish and shrimps can be served]
[Haha, just wait for Jiang Xingcan to start the ceremony!
However, during the first stage recording——
Under the spotlight, Jiang Xingcan stood in the middle of the stage.
The idol's face is full of beauty, the ends of her eyes are slightly raised, and a wink can easily knock countless pretty dogs into the bottom of the pit.
The BGM played, and his original singing and dancing performed smoothly on stage, which earned the instructor praise. The impromptu rap during the additional test session directly ignited the audience!
The other contestants looked ashen-faced: ... Where are the cannon fodder that we agreed to sacrifice to heaven? It was obviously a max-level boss who was killing people randomly in Novice Village! ! !
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Jiang Xingcan, the most popular virtual idol in the second dimension, opened his eyes and found that he had arrived at the three-dimensional talent show and became a cannon fodder trainee at the beginning of the show.
The director patted his shoulder: "Don't be nervous, I'll eliminate you in the first round anyway."
He silently looked towards the first stage.
Other contestants lip-synced, lazily paddled, and performed like crazy, but few performed seriously.
Lowering his head again, thinking about the words "respect for fans" and "love for the stage" that he had engraved into the initial code, he asked the director softly:
"Um... Can I be a little more serious?"
Later——
Fans: "Who dares to eliminate Cancan? We will directly send him to the C position!"
Opponent: "I beg you to sacrifice him to heaven quickly! Our tutor's seat is vacant!"
Idol Agency: "With this talent, what kind of talent should you choose? Sign with our company and become a top idol within two years!"
-Stars are shining brightly.
-Weibo: @hhh
-The same series has no CP pre-collection of "How to Cultivate a Genius Idol", please collect it~
Copywriting: On the eve of the S+ variety show recording, a popular contestant collapsed. The program team broke the rules and randomly selected a washed-up child star to save the show.
As soon as the news came out, netizens were furious:
[Liu Junyi? That idiot who played the role of Young Emperor in 3 episodes at the age of ten and has never been found again?
[Laughing to death, just waiting for the bad guys to be eliminated in one round, the script of worshiping the sky is sure!
In order to maximize the effect of the sacrifice, the program team gave Liu Junyi the most difficult question in the first round: to play the role of a down-and-out prince who was betrayed by his relatives, his family was destroyed, and he fell from the clouds into the quagmire.
Everyone was waiting to see him make a fool of himself, but...
The camera zoomed in, and Liu Junyi was not crying hysterically. He only slowly raised his eyes, a tear hanging at the end of his eye, and a cruel smile raised at the corner of his lips.
The hatred has penetrated into the bones, but the pride has not broken.
He looked like a subjugated prince who had risen from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The other contestants' faces turned pale: ... Where is the has-been child star that we agreed on? This damn movie king descends to earth to lower his dimension and strike! ! !
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Liu Junyi won many international awards but died young. When he opened his eyes again, he became a cannon fodder that traveled to the center of the earth.
The director patted him perfunctorily: "Just act as you like, anyway, all your scenes will be edited in post-production."
Liu Junyi looked at the stage. Other contestants forgot their words and pretended to cry in front of the camera. They couldn't get into the scene and frequently failed. Few of them performed seriously.
Thinking back to my previous life, I worked hard for every role day and night.
He politely asked the director: "Well... I can polish a few lines of the script, okay?"
Later——
Audience: "Domestic entertainment can be saved! This performance turned the male protagonist of the original film into a scumbag in seconds!"
Director: "What other variety shows are you participating in? I have S+ male lead scripts in my hand and I can choose from them!"
Screenwriter: "What theme does the boss want to play? I will write the script right next to your face!!!"
-Danmei's follow-up article "The real young master and the fake young master are dating" please collect it~
Copywriting: It was only after Lin Qixue died that she found out that she was the vicious male partner of a wealthy group's favorite novel.
He became disabled due to illness, and his parents took the protagonist's adopted son Lin Tingbai home.
Lin Tingbai's scenery is bright and full of moonlight, and he is a young man wearing bright clothes and angry horses. His parents, eldest brother, and even his romantic partner all fell in love with him.
Lin Qixue is gloomy and withdrawn, and is always against the protagonist. In the end, he was kicked out of his home and died of illness on a snowy night with his broken body.
Reborn back to the starting point of the plot, Lin Qixue is jealous because of Zhu Ma's betrayal, and is ready to punish Lin Tingbai severely.
Hearing him call her "brother" softly, Lin Qixue suddenly remembered that when he was finally kicked out of the house, everyone laughed coldly. The only one who reached out was this 'younger brother' who hated him to the core.
Lin Tingbai tried to hold her hand, but Lin Qixue tried her best to shake it away.
In order to change my life, maybe... I try to be a good brother?
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Lin Tingbai stayed up late to read a novel in which the protagonist had the same name as himself.
But the most popular one is Lin Qixue, a weak and disabled villain who has been betrayed by everyone.
Lin Qixue was high-spirited when she was young, but lost most of her eyesight due to an illness.
Later, he was abandoned by his family, betrayed by his fiancé, and gradually darkened in grief. He could be described as weak, weak, and powerful.
Lin Tingbai was so angry at the ending that he searched online for Lin Qixue's surviving fans, only to see a screen full of astringent tags: fake bones/forced love/two-way redemption/brother as brother's wife...
Lin Tingbai saw it and died suddenly.
Open your eyes again——
Lin Qixue, who was more beautiful than expected, frowned lightly, her eyes were blank, and she tried her best to pretend to be fierce with a trembling voice:
"You, come to me."
Oh hoo! ! !
Intention: Maintain a positive and optimistic attitude.
Reader comments
"Thank you for always liking me."
——This is probably the lightest and most important sentence in the entire article. It was as light as the ribbons falling on the stage, but it was so heavy that I was stunned in front of the screen for a long time, and I didn't come back to my senses until my eyes were sore.
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This is the first time that I took the initiative to leave traces in the marking section of the final article, and it is also the first time that I couldn't restrain my impulse and wrote such a lengthy review. My thoughts are a bit messy. I write whatever I think of. I think it is just the murmur of an ordinary reader after the story ends. Please forgive me if this sounds loose.
I am ashamed to say that my encounter with this work by Sanwu Da was purely accidental. When I came across it on the list, the cover was plain, the title was straightforward, and the introduction extracted some keywords about "draft", "growth" and "no CP" - frankly speaking, I have always been a little alienated from this kind of subject matter. I don't chase stars, and I rarely pay attention to real-life talent shows. I always feel that those lights and shouts are too far away from my life. Clicking on it was just a casual stroke late at night when I was bored. But just this stroke was like opening an unexpected door.
Behind the door, there is a whole starry sky.
Sanwu's writing style does not win with gorgeous rhetoric, nor does it have a sense of polish that makes people stunned at first glance; the plot is not full of ups and downs and frequent reversals. It is more like the wind in the early summer evening, blowing warmly, slowly, and unhurriedly. When you come back to your senses, you find that your heart has been ironed soft and smooth. What really touches me is the power behind this "plainness".
The story unfolds slowly from Jiang Xingcan's perspective. He is the kind of boy who shines when he is in a crowd, but he doesn't even realize it. Through a talent show, he learned, fell, and climbed up, making like-minded friends, and "finding himself" bit by bit through the intertwining of cameras and sweat. I didn't have high expectations for the common "counterattack of cool articles" routine, and I was even prepared to abandon the article at any time. But I don't know which chapter started, and I found myself subconsciously updating it every day, as if I was waiting for news from a distant friend.
The author did not deliberately add too much halo to Jiang Xingcan. He is not perfect. He will be nervous, hesitant, and secretly doubt himself when facing the sincere and hot love of his fans. But it was these "imperfections" that made him stand alive in front of me across the screen, across the text, across the boundary between fiction and reality. He is sincere to the point of being clumsy, passionate like a fire that will never go out, and has the purest and most devout love for "love" itself. This kind of love has no utilitarian purpose and is not mixed with much desire to win or lose. It is just - when he stands on the stage and sings a line of a song, the light in his eyes is so bright that people can't take their eyes away.
That beam of light fell gently on my shoulders during countless exhausted late nights, when I was overwhelmed by the trivial reality. He is like a small sun in the virtual world, neither far nor near, but warm enough. When I read the book later, I felt like I was the player outside the "game" in the article who was watching the game. Even though I know that everything is a simulation and that this is a well-written script, I still can't help but cheer for his every promotion and growth, worry about his every trough and setback, and cry and laugh along with him for his moments on stage. It was a strange feeling - I was obviously just a bystander, but I seemed to be involved in his life.
So when I read the sentence "Thank you for always liking me", the whole portrait was slightly hit. Perhaps, in Jiang Xingcan's world, he also sensed this gaze from "off the screen"? A work without CP, but it made me experience the most sincere "two-way rush" - not love, which is better than love; it is the kind of tacit understanding between the creator and the reader, between the character and the companion, that does not need to be said but understands each other.
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Unfortunately, the story has to come to an end, and I can no longer witness Cai Bao at every intersection in his long life. But more importantly, I am glad that I met Sanwu in this vast sea of online articles. I am glad that I clicked on that article on an ordinary night. I am glad that I was not persuaded by the word "draft", otherwise I would miss such a precious healing.
If parallel time and space really exists, if every soul given life by words is truly breathing in a certain dimension - then, happiness, please be sure to land quietly in Jiang Xingcan's palm.
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It is important for people to know each other. Thank you for encountering this article, and thank you to the strangers in the comment area who follow the update, cry together, and laugh together. We have never met, but we are connected by the same emotion.
Finally, I hope that the author will continue to work hard, and that Jiang Xingcan and every character you write will run freely and shine in their own world. I also hope that you who are reading this at this moment will always love and have hope.
Like Jiang Xingcan, on your own stage, be a star that refuses to be extinguished even if it is weak, seriously and bravely.
[Red heart][red heart][red heart]
byBeiqing
2026.8.29
You're so close to yourself, Si Conglan, don't choke when you eat so well.
I like it so much, so pretty
It was the first time I watched a little idol with true feelings, and I couldn't let go of Cai Bao.
Who knew that after reading it, I realized that the Drake I watched a long time ago was also my wife's (covering my mouth and crying jpg.) The writing is excellent and highly recommended! ! Recommend! !
The copy of if1 is locked, where can I still read it?
I'm not happy. There is no fresh food every day. When will I publish a new article? Don't rest [poor][poor][poor]
Teacher, I was reading articles at the conference, which made my eyes wet.
I hope Cancan will continue to shine on the stage even after we can't see it.
I hope Cancan will continue to shine on the stage even after we can't see it [touching head]
Cai Bao [Cai Dog], I hope you will continue to shine on the stage
Congratulations on the completion! Throw flowers! [Spread flowers][sprinkle flowers][sprinkle flowers]
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"Thank you for always liking me." ——This is probably the lightest and most important sentence in the entire article. It was as light as the ribbons falling on the stage, but it was so heavy that I was stunned in front of the screen for a long time, and I didn't come back to my senses until my eyes were sore. --- This is the first time that I took the initiative to leave traces in the marking section of the final article, and it is also the first time that I couldn't restrain my impulse and wrote such a lengthy review. My thoughts are a bit messy. I write whatever I think of. I think it is just the murmur of an ordinary reader after the story ends. Please forgive me if this sounds loose. I am ashamed to say that my encounter with this work by Sanwu Da was purely accidental. When I came across it on the list, the cover was plain, the title was straightforward, and the introduction extracted some keywords about "draft", "growth" and "no CP" - frankly speaking, I have always been a little alienated from this kind of subject matter. I don't chase stars, and I rarely pay attention to real-life talent shows. I always feel that those lights and shouts are too far away from my life. Clicking on it was just a casual stroke late at night when I was bored. But just this stroke was like opening an unexpected door. Behind the door, there is a whole starry sky. Sanwu's writing style does not win with gorgeous rhetoric, nor does it have a sense of polish that makes people stunned at first glance; the plot is not full of ups and downs and frequent reversals. It is more like the wind in the early summer evening, blowing warmly, slowly, and unhurriedly. When you come back to your senses, you find that your heart has been ironed soft and smooth. What really touches me is the power behind this "plainness". The story unfolds slowly from Jiang Xingcan's perspective. He is the kind of boy who shines when he is in a crowd, but he doesn't even realize it. Through a talent show, he learned, fell, and climbed up, making like-minded friends, and "finding himself" bit by bit through the intertwining of cameras and sweat. I didn't have high expectations for the common "counterattack of cool articles" routine, and I was even prepared to abandon the article at any time. But I don't know which chapter started, and I found myself subconsciously updating it every day, as if I was waiting for news from a distant friend. The author did not deliberately add too much halo to Jiang Xingcan. He is not perfect. He will be nervous, hesitant, and secretly doubt himself when facing the sincere and hot love of his fans. But it was these "imperfections" that made him stand alive in front of me across the screen, across the text, across the boundary between fiction and reality. He is sincere to the point of being clumsy, passionate like a fire that will never go out, and has the purest and most devout love for "love" itself. This kind of love has no utilitarian purpose and is not mixed with much desire to win or lose. It is just - when he stands on the stage and sings a line of a song, the light in his eyes is so bright that people can't take their eyes away. That beam of light fell gently on my shoulders during countless exhausted late nights, when I was overwhelmed by the trivial reality. He is like a small sun in the virtual world, neither far nor near, but warm enough. When I read the book later, I felt like I was the player outside the "game" in the article who was watching the game. Even though I know that everything is a simulation and that this is a well-written script, I still can't help but cheer for his every promotion and growth, worry about his every trough and setback, and cry and laugh along with him for his moments on stage. It was a strange feeling - I was obviously just a bystander, but I seemed to be involved in his life. So when I read the sentence "Thank you for always liking me", the whole portrait was slightly hit. Perhaps, in Jiang Xingcan's world, he also sensed this gaze from "off the screen"? A work without CP, but it made me experience the most sincere "two-way rush" - not love, which is better than love; it is the kind of tacit understanding between the creator and the reader, between the character and the companion, that does not need to be said but understands each other. --- Unfortunately, the story has to come to an end, and I can no longer witness Cai Bao at every intersection in his long life. But more importantly, I am glad that I met Sanwu in this vast sea of online articles. I am glad that I clicked on that article on an ordinary night. I am glad that I was not persuaded by the word "draft", otherwise I would miss such a precious healing. If parallel time and space really exists, if every soul given life by words is truly breathing in a certain dimension - then, happiness, please be sure to land quietly in Jiang Xingcan's palm. --- It is important for people to know each other. Thank you for encountering this article, and thank you to the strangers in the comment area who follow the update, cry together, and laugh together. We have never met, but we are connected by the same emotion. Finally, I hope that the author will continue to work hard, and that Jiang Xingcan and every character you write will run freely and shine in their own world. I also hope that you who are reading this at this moment will always love and have hope. Like Jiang Xingcan, on your own stage, be a star that refuses to be extinguished even if it is weak, seriously and bravely. [Red heart][red heart][red heart] byBeiqing 2026.8.29
You're so close to yourself, Si Conglan, don't choke when you eat so well.
I like it so much, so pretty
It was the first time I watched a little idol with true feelings, and I couldn't let go of Cai Bao.
Who knew that after reading it, I realized that the Drake I watched a long time ago was also my wife's (covering my mouth and crying jpg.) The writing is excellent and highly recommended! ! Recommend! !
The copy of if1 is locked, where can I still read it?
I'm not happy. There is no fresh food every day. When will I publish a new article? Don't rest [poor][poor][poor]
Teacher, I was reading articles at the conference, which made my eyes wet.
I hope Cancan will continue to shine on the stage even after we can't see it.
I hope Cancan will continue to shine on the stage even after we can't see it [touching head]
Cai Bao [Cai Dog], I hope you will continue to shine on the stage
Congratulations on the completion! Throw flowers! [Spread flowers][sprinkle flowers][sprinkle flowers]