Relatively speaking, if a contestant is lagging in votes, but the instructors fully affirm them, they will also enter the breakout competition—one proof of popularity, one proof of strength. If you have both, congratulations, you are tonight’s Superstar.
For those contestants without popularity, the instructors’ votes beco crucial. However, Kang Jinxian does not need to worry about this aspect at all. Lin Li is her teacher, who will definitely support her, Gu Yue appreciates her a lot, and Fan Yu has added praise for her. Her usual humble deanor has left a very good impression on all three of them, and they will surely give her their vote. The vote from Ming Han, who has always viewed her unfavorably, seems less important now.
At six o’clock sharp, the live red carpet broadcast began.
A long, straight, wide red carpet extended over five hundred ters from the entrance of the broadcasting station, flanked by huge posters of the trainees and instructors. Fans and dia packed the barricades on either side of the red carpet, with caras, microphones, and fans’ light sticks and banners all ready to go.
The first car stopped at the end of the red carpet, lights flashing, fans screaming. The car door opened, and Lin Li graced the scene in a vibrant red gown, dignified and elegant. She smiled as she shook hands and signed autographs for her fans, confidently strutting down the red carpet.
Then ca Gu Yue, Fan Yu...
The most frequent and nurous movents among the fans were those waving Ming Han’s light signs. The most ardent fans had yet to unfold their screams, waiting for the mont their idol descended.
When the fourth car stopped, everyone expected Ming Han—it was his turn after all. The fans had even readied their throats...
However, the person who stepped out was a tall man in his thirties or forties, wearing a leather jacket and casual pants, his dark complexion offset by strikingly handso features, exuding a military-like deanor but with a sunny smile—none other than the martial arts superstar, Gao He.
Why was it Gao He? What was he doing here? The TV station hadn’t leaked any information, so the dia and fans on-site were taken aback.
They quickly reacted and began frantically waving their signs, spontaneously playing the role of fans, screaming Gao He’s na.
Ten years ago, Gao He was just a martial arts star with so fa, but after a decade of relentless effort, he had successfully broken into Hollywood and beco a true martial arts superstar, glorifying his country on the world’s movie stage.
Although he had fewer die-hard fans, his casual fans were quite nurous. His standing had increased considerably, and at ho, his national popularity was off the charts—children as young as three knew his na. It was unexpected for the TV station to have invited him, truly a delightful surprise.
Gao He, calm and composed, waved to his fans as he passed, his superstar elegance inspiring awe, until he disappeared at the end of the red carpet, leaving many fans still sowhat dazed and confused.
The live red carpet ceremony, now broadcast in real ti, had almost universal online attention, and Gao He’s sudden appearance sparked a new wave of interest.
A singing program, and Gao He turns up—what is the crew’s hidden agenda? This was the question on most viewers’ minds.
Yet, it was precisely this question that kept them watching, eager to find out what other surprises were in store.
Then two cars approached from opposite directions, and the dia instantly aid their caras at the car doors.
Could it be Ming Han? And the one appearing alongside him must be a big shot—how exciting...
Inside the car, Shen Luokui took a deep breath, her palms sweaty from nerves.
She hadn’t expected the TV station to put on such a grand show, even walking the red carpet. Oh my, could she back out? If she had known, she wouldn’t have co.
She had thought she would just be an observer at the venue, never imagining she would get to walk the red carpet.
Thinking back to how, upon her arrival from the plane that morning, she had been received by TV station staff—with caras already following her—she was so nervous she could barely speak.
The staff told her that she would not only walk the red carpet but would also go on stage. At that mont, she wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground. She had never been so nervous, not even during competitions.
"Sister, can I back out? Wah... If I’d known this would happen, I wouldn’t have co," she said with a downtrodden face.
The producer smiled and said, "Little sister, we have prepared a surprise for you, aren’t you curious?"
It was this surprise that had kept her going so far.
She turned to the producer and asked, "Sister, Yun Ya will co, right?"
As the producer adjusted her skirt, she smiled and responded, "He’ll be there, don’t worry."
Shen Luokui took a deep breath. No matter, she’d just treat it like a competition. She was Shen Luokui, after all; there was nothing in this world that could scare her.
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