The rules have changed, and the global live voting channel has opened.
The performance continues.
On the large live screen, the passionate figures of the young girls are reflected.
The viewership on the four sub-stages continues to climb, with the number of people watching Lin Muci dance steadily increasing: fifty thousand, one million...
The number of people watching her fancam, her personal exclusive camera, is more than ten times that of other girls.
What happened at the scene is spreading online.
The president of the fan club quickly posts.
The antis at the scene wanted to ruin Xiao Ci. Xiao Ci hadn't even finished singing one song, and they all voted against her. Ah, I'm so angry, Xiao Ci was almost eliminated!
She performed so perfectly, and their team was also the best performing.
The public was in an uproar! But everyone watching the live broadcast could clearly see that Lin Muci could carry an entire group. Her strength was immense, the lead vocalist, lead dancer, she was truly an all-around ACE!
Night and day practice in the practice room.
The sweat that fell heavily onto the practice room floor all paid off.
The number of online viewers for this performance live broadcast continued to grow, eventually exceeding eight million global viewers!
Lin Muci's group alone garnered five million votes.
It couldn't be helped.
Her strength was too great.
Lu Keke's team only received a little over fifty thousand votes, being outshone tenfold by Lin Muci!
Lin Muci finished her last move.
At the end, the other girls in her group cried.
Only they knew how difficult it was. In the dim stage light, they momentarily felt like they were doomed, without lights or applause, wishing they could crouch down and weep.
But they didn't stop then, because Lin Muci was still dancing, still leading the dance, which gave them confidence and told them they could persevere.
Lin Muci wiped her sweat. Their group advanced directly. Yang Weiyang rushed up and hugged her, crying and laughing.
After finally comforting the little crybaby Yang Weiyang,
She walked straight through the narrow corridor to Ling Qianhe.
"Why did you help me?"
Ling Qianhe sneered, a hint of faint mockery in his handsome, indifferent face.
"I'm not helping you."
"I'm for fairness."
The system chimed in.
"It's for you! He's just being stubborn and won't admit it!"
Lin Muci looked at his refined profile. The system said he was an experiential actor, so he should be in character now, no longer the top star Ling Qianhe, but a warlord noble.
She pursed her lips and remained silent. Ling Qianhe stood there as if he were an outsider, wearing a black coat today, looking exceptionally handsome. His hair was slicked back, a hint of ferocity in his brows. He was like a young man ablaze with fire, yet exuded a frosty, killing aura of winter.
"No matter what, I have to thank you."
She felt indebted to him.
Ling Qianhe merely glanced at her briefly, a faint coldness on the corner of his lips. The cold air of winter was piercing. He turned and walked away, the scent of a cool cologne lingering, along with a faint, almost imperceptible hint of blood.
The system said his life value was decreasing again.
Lin Muci wanted to look at his wrist, but couldn't see clearly, as it was covered by a watch.
She questioned the system in her mind.
"Where is my reward?"
"Didn't we agree I could enter his dream?"
The system sounded wronged.
"My dear little ancestor, that has to wait until night, doesn't it? What are you rushing for?"
Lin Muci eagerly anticipated that night.
When Lin Muci returned home, the Lin family villa was brightly lit. Lin Cuiping told her about her experiences today, speaking with stunned excitement about Lin Muci's comeback.
"Xiao Ci, the idol you like, Ling Qianhe, is so handsome!"
"No wonder you like him. If I had a son-in-law like that, I'd wake up smiling in my dreams. If they had two children, how exquisite and good-looking would they be?"
Lin Muci curled up on the sofa, slowly sipping the bird's nest soup prepared by Ms. Lin Cuiping. Hearing this, she almost choked. She coughed repeatedly.
Staring blankly at the vase on the table, she was actually communicating with the system in her mind.
"Is my global popularity still at three point five percent?"
"Host, your popularity has increased again, it's now four percent! It seems the host can reach the target of five percent ahead of schedule."
"By the way, if you win 'Tomorrow's Idol,' you can choose your teammates, so you don't have to worry about dragging others down after debuting. This is a new rule that Ling Qianhe negotiated with the production team."
Lin Muci dozed off on the sofa, not quite hearing the system's later words.
She didn't know when she fell asleep.
The next time she opened her eyes, the familiar glass cabinet appeared before her.
Lin Muci gasped. She couldn't help but scold the system angrily in her mind.
"Can't you choose a better place for me to dream? Why is it this damned glass cabinet again?"
The system sounded very innocent.
"There are only a few crucial locations. After all, this is Ling Qianhe's dream, and we can't interfere too much. For him, there are only a few important places. He can only dream of those places."
"His glass cabinet. His basement."
"Do you want to choose the basement?"
"And then you'd be chained up the moment you appear?"
Lin Muci shivered.
"Forget it, then the glass cabinet is better. At least I won't be completely consumed by him."
She pushed open the glass cabinet door and surveyed the surroundings. In the dream, Ling Qianhe's villa was no different from reality. The display room was on the second floor of the villa. She tiptoed out of the glass cabinet. It was nighttime now, and the sky was dim.
Since it was Ling Qianhe's dream, and her first time entering a dream, she didn't know what to do or what not to do.
The system said this was her reward, but why did she feel like this wasn't her reward at all, but rather Ling Qianhe's reward?
She walked forward softly.
Ling Qianhe's clear, questioning voice reached her ears.
"Sister Muci?"
Lin Muci trembled all over.
The young man lunged forward.
Like a gust of wind.
Her back hit the glass cabinet, making creaking sounds. She tilted her head up in a daze. The young man in the black military uniform had flames in his eyes. He pressed his body against hers, and she could barely breathe.
Then he kissed her instinctively.
The young man's lips touched hers.
"Sister..."
The murmured sound shattered on his lips.
He kissed her shallowly, bit by bit.
Carefully, as if afraid of startling her.
But his lips were so hot, as if he wanted to imprint this kiss deep into her soul. Her whole body trembled. He cupped her chin, his hand restraining her body.
Her beautiful face was reflected in the depths of the young man's eyes. He sighed softly.
"I finally see you in my dream."