The driver drove Lin Mu Ci to Hengcheng Film and Television Base according to her instructions.
As Lin Mu Ci got out of the car, she saw a sea of people, with gongs and drums resounding.
The system sighed.
This talent show seems to have attracted so many naive girls because Ling Qian He was said to be a mentor.
Lin Mu Ci frowned.
She hadn't known that Ling Qian He would be a mentor before coming here.
But then she thought, she was here.
It was impossible to encounter Ling Qian He.
He was so sickly and frail. His agent, in a panic, was even asking her, a girl he had only met once, about finding a psychologist. In his condition, it was impossible for him to participate in recording the show.
So she walked directly over.
There were three lines.
To the left, special talents. To the right, the appearance channel.
Both sides had long queues.
Only the middle lane had two or three people, and they all looked dejected.
Lin Mu Ci hated queuing the most, so she walked directly towards the middle line without hesitation.
A large sign hung above.
Investor Exclusive Channel.
"Yo-hoo."
So this was the privileged lane. Was it that blatant?
Lin Mu Ci swaggered over.
Everyone else was pointing and whispering!
"Who is that little girl?"
"Someone from an investor?"
"Damn, what era is this? Is it so worth showing off to have connections? She's too reckless!"
But while they said this, they were actually quite envious and jealous.
Lin Mu Ci reached the end of the lane, and an auntie looked up, glanced lazily at Lin Mu Ci, and then asked.
"Name?"
Lin Mu Ci pursed her lips and then said.
"Lin Mu Ci."
The auntie made a sound of acknowledgement, then quickly scribbled a few strokes on the roster and registered her. She then asked Lin Mu Ci.
"Who recommended you? The sponsors include Very Cola, Yuehua Electronics, and Tiandi Pictures."
She rattled off a dozen sponsor names and then asked.
"Which one are you from?"
Lin Mu Ci said.
"I'm not from any of them."
The middle-aged woman opposite became displeased.
She knitted her brows, then waved her hand at Lin Mu Ci and said.
"Then go queue over there."
She wanted to drive Lin Mu Ci away, her attitude was extremely bad, like she was shooing away a fly.
"Her appearance is passable. She can do."
She muttered.
"Then go queue in the appearance channel."
People on both sides breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt that this little girl was too overconfident. If you don't have the skill, don't take on the job.
If you don't have connections, why would you use the investor exclusive channel?
But Lin Mu Ci didn't go to the appearance channel.
She turned and went to the talent channel!
After waiting for about half an hour, it was her turn.
The interviewer had been replaced by a man in his late twenties, wearing a white shirt and a bow tie. He looked quite refined. He glanced at Lin Mu Ci and nodded with satisfaction.
"Her appearance is acceptable."
Lin Mu Ci heard the man ask.
"What talent?"
Lin Mu Ci said.
"Drums."
"There are all sorts of talents on the stage here, all kinds of musical instruments," the man said.
"Alright. Perform something." Da Feng Novel Network.
Lin Mu Ci walked over. On the small stage, the drum set was in the corner.
People below whispered.
"This little girl, she's going to play the drums? That's very difficult!"
"Drums are different from singing and dancing; you can't fake it. You need real skill. Speaking of which, the little assistant that Qian He's younger brother found for that band variety show played the drums the best!"
"She was beautiful and heroic. It's a shame she only played the drums a few times before disappearing."
Other applicants chattered among themselves.
Lin Mu Ci couldn't be bothered with what others were saying. She stepped onto the stage directly.
She picked up the drumsticks, adjusted her position, and immediately began her performance.
She didn't bring any sheet music. She played entirely by instinct, striking whatever she felt like.
As soon as she started, she realized something was amiss.
The rhythm she was playing was the competition song from the band variety show Ling Qian He had participated in before!
However, since it had already begun, it was a bit too late to change.
So Lin Mu Ci frowned and could only continue playing with her head held high.
Bang! Bang-bang-bang!
The rhythm made everyone's breathing quicken, their hearts seeming to pound heavily with each beat, like a fierce storm, and also like heaven and hell!
Everyone was dumbfounded!
They hadn't expected that this frail-looking little girl actually had some real talent.
In the lounge, the young man who heard the drumming pressed his temples with his fingers.
Chen Fei had dragged him out to relax and scout for talent in this show, but this information had not been leaked to the fans outside.
The drumming outside was extremely fast, constantly pounding on his heart. He frowned and said.
"Tell the person outside to stop."
The staff member immediately prepared to go out, but before he could step over the threshold, he suddenly heard Ling Qian He speak again.
"Wait!"
He put on his hooded jacket, hesitated for a long time, and grabbed the black mask prepared for him by the door.
Then he walked out.
His steps were swift.
He quickly moved through the crowd.
On the stage outside, a little girl was sitting and playing the drums. Because she was backlit, her face couldn't be seen clearly.
Ling Qian He suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on her.
Dong ci da ci.
Each beat seemed to strike heavily in his heart.
So familiar.
Ling Qian He's heart rate accelerated instantly. He thought to himself.
"Could it be Sister Mu Ci?"
No, it's impossible. The doll that Sister Mu Ci possessed had already shattered.
Thinking of this, his eyes turned red, and he felt a sensation as if his heart had been suddenly gripped!
"How could Sister Mu Ci possibly return?"
Even if he humbly begged heaven tens of thousands of times, Lin Mu Ci would never come back!