Volume Six: What She Lost, What I Gained - The Real Chapter 520: White Idol 2

After brief self-introductions, the guests sat down, and the host Nana-chan, started rambling on about topics—at least that's how Neumann, who doesn't understand variety shows, perceived it.

"Wow~~! I was already amazed when I saw it on the broadcast, but the real person is even more visually stunning! No wonder she's hailed by fans as the pinnacle of visual beauty among supernovas!"

"... Singing is done with your mouth, not your face, right?"

The white-haired girl muttered something in dissatisfaction, and the black-haired girl stomped on her foot without any attempt to hide it.

The white-haired girl seemed about to retaliate, but the pink-haired girl tugged at her, so she could only snort, squint her eyes, lean back in her chair, and remain silent.

Nana watched their interaction with a bit of a speechlessness, but her high level of professionalism allowed her to immediately regain her composure. Besides, these seemingly discordant little squabbles might just be to reinforce the team's unique image.

"Wow! What unique self-introductions! First up is the traditional magic..."

During the hour segment, what initially brought everyone together, and how did you all embark on your musical journeys?

"--I'll answer!"

The purple-haired girl immediately raised her hand, looking very cheerful.

"OK! Then please welcome our pistachio Ying-chan! You were back then—"

"--Yeah, that's right! I was the one who met Xiao Ye first, but all sorts of people always manage to get in the way! The more people gather, the less noticeable I become! It's so annoying!"

"Eh..."

"It was me, it was me first, I was the one who came first... Whether it was meeting him, fighting side by side, or falling in love with him!"

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"Why is Xiao Ye so skilled at this?! How many times has she kissed other women?! How far does she want to leave me behind before she's satisfied?!"

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"Why did it turn out like this...? For the first time, I had someone I liked, someone I could be friends with for life—two happy things overlapping. And these two joys brought me even more joy. What I received should have been a dreamlike, blissful time... But why did it turn out like this...?"

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The pink-haired girl patted the purple-haired girl on the shoulder with a kind smile.

"Hey, wait a minute, Xiao Ye! I haven't finished speaking yet—ahhhhh what are you doing!?"

Crackling and banging!

"Wait, wait, wait, wait! Why are you hitting me!? Hey--why are you guys hitting me too!? Ouch, ouch, ouch, stop, stop, stop!!!"

Kick! Stomp! Punch! Slap! Stomp!

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Ahhhhhh! It's got such a huge bump! Eeee..."

"Hey everyone, calm down! We're still live--stop! I said stop!!! Tsk! Cut it off! Did you hear me, backstage? Cut it off now--"

Buzzing...

The large screen was completely black.

The people in the waiting room were stunned.

The screen brightness returned to normal after a few seconds.

"Alright~~~ Commercial break over, welcome back!"

There are no ads...

Nana continued asking questions as if nothing had happened, and the band members answered as if nothing had happened either, but the purple-haired girl was gone, and a leg was visible behind the sofa.

"So let's continue! How did you all embark on your musical journeys?"

"Of course, it's because of my love for music and art, and it feels really wonderful to be supported and encouraged by so many fans!"

The black-haired woman smiled radiantly, a beautiful smile that seemed to make the whole world fall in love with her. But the pink-haired woman awkwardly looked away, the white-haired woman gave her a disdainful look, and the gray-haired woman remained in a daze the whole time.

"Oh, I get it, I get it! Nana, I also started my hosting career out of interest, and I'm so glad I got this far thanks to the support of my fans!"

"Whoo-hoo~"

Haha~

The host and the lead singer worked together very well; it seems the lead singer is the diplomat in this newly debuted band.

Changing the subject...

"However, the members of NightEluveitie have truly unique musical styles, and they caused a great sensation after their debut performance, among whom--"

"--There's been a lot of controversy, right? Well, I know, I know. After all, we're going for a style that's completely different from existing stars and idols, so it's natural that many people aren't used to it... Xiao Ye? Now it's your domain."

"Uh, oh, okay."

The woman in pink approached, glancing somewhat nervously at the camera, seemingly unaccustomed to being the center of attention.

"Ahem, Nana-chan, you look beautiful today."

"You're just being sarcastic by saying that about Ye Jiang's so incredibly beautiful—haha, just kidding. But you really are the visual center of the team. I heard you were the one who first came up with this new style of music?"

"Actually, it should be those old guys from the 70s... Yes, that's right, it was my idea!"

"Ye, Ye Jiang? Why are you suddenly crying?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Peppa Lord Coben, please don't be angry with me. I had no choice... It's nothing, just a sudden feeling!"

"Uh... okay! What are your thoughts on this music genre that you've named 'metal'? What are its artistic ideas and core spirit? Everyone is very interested."

"Actually, I didn't think too much about it. It's just... you see, Spirit Star Music these days, how should I put it... it's too mellow, isn't it? The development of folk music, vocal music, and symphonic music has stagnated for a long time, and pop music is becoming more and more monotonous. The bright, cute, sad, and bizarre music are gradually becoming the same. I felt that music fans needed something 'heavier' to scratch their already numb eardrums, so... that's how it was."

"That's truly amazing! So..."

The program continued.

The black-haired girl and the pink-haired girl chatted happily with the host, the white-haired girl leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes to rest, the gray-haired girl continued to stare blankly, and the purple-haired girl lay dead behind the sofa.

Neumann had unconsciously clenched his fists.

We've finally found it! We can finally move on.

We must make contact with Ye before Yu He defeats her!

Rewind to a few days ago --

"Thank you so much."

The tall producer was now curled up in a small ball, kneeling on the ground—no, prostrating himself would be a more accurate description.

"Uh, you don't have to be like this..."

"I'm sorry, but I really don't know how to express my gratitude. Thank you, really, thank you so much."

"... Instead of that, let us in. Is this your company?"

"Yes, please come in."

The producer quickly opened the old but very clean door and led us into the low-ceilinged office building.

Although the Business Capital is bustling, there are still some relatively remote places on the outskirts, such as this office building.

"This location is a bit out of the way," Little Ying remarked.

The producer scratched his head sheepishly (though his expression didn't change much) and explained, "Back when the company was at its peak, our office was located very close to the city center. We were a well-known, established company back then, but now..."

"Don't tell me this is a repeat of the Ferruggio Silver Wolf Team."

"Huh? You mean that world-class racing team that suddenly re-emerged in the past year? We're not on the same wavelength as them..."

"Just consider this me talking to myself, no need to answer,"

"OK."

The further you go in, the more rudimentary the decor becomes. Although every corner is spotless, it cannot hide the dilapidated state of the place.

"... I haven't even asked yet, how many people does your company have?"

"As for the signed artists... only you gentlemen."

"And the staff? Producers like you, agents, trainers, managers, all sorts of odd jobs..."

"... Me, and the president."

"So, there were only two people, like... wait,?"

"Yes."

His eyes were serious.

"Then, various activities, work, and mentoring artists..."

"I'm in charge of work related to the artists, while the president is responsible for finance, management, and daily operations."

"... Excuse my bluntness, but isn't this basically a fly-by-night operation?"

"I'm very sorry."

"This isn't something that can be solved with just an 'sorry,' is it?"

"Feel sorry." "..."

I exchanged a glance with Haoyue Sakura Dance.

Ultimately, why did we join such a failing company? Initially, it was due to competitive considerations. We certainly didn't have lofty ambitions like pursuing music, nor did we want fame; we simply wanted to make money as quickly as possible. If we joined those big companies, they had too many artists under their wing, and by the time it was finally our turn to debut, it would probably be an eternity, and before we even made any money, the Extra Weapon would be knocking on our door.

Another point is that this company— 1111 Agency —was once a very reputable and large company. Although it has declined now, it still has some connections to appear at major events.

In other words, as long as we're not too unlucky, we can hold our debut performance very soon.

Then the producer introduced us to the president—a middle-aged man who looked like he had severe kidney deficiency. The words "midlife crisis" were practically written all over his face. He looked like the kind of tragic man who was having a bad career outside and was controlled by his wife and disliked by his children at home.

"Ah... another newcomer... Thanks for your hard work, Producer... I hope they can stay for at least three days this time... Alright, you guys go discuss business... I just finished processing a lot of documents... My back hurts, I'm going to lie down for a bit..."

... They seem so pitiful.

Skip the fluff and get straight to the point.

We wanted to be idols.

The question is, which route should we take?

No, no, no, before that--

"I said, does anyone have any experience related to music, dance, or performing arts?"

The producer asked cautiously.

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"Ah! I... I... I--"

"Quiet down first!"

I forcibly silenced Little Ying could make her silly remark. This isn't the time to joke around; we need to make our debut quickly and squeeze money out of our idiotic fans. We don't have time to play along with your foolishness.

"Well... let's start with musical instruments. Does anyone here know how to play a musical instrument?"

"... I."

I cautiously raised my hand, and the others looked at me in surprise.

The producer's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Is that so, Miss Ye? May I ask what instrument you are good at?"

"Drum set."

In junior high school, my parents forced me to learn piano, but I was going through a rebellious phase and refused. As a result, I somehow started learning drums. Although I didn't reach a professional level, I was still passable. I even spent some time in the school band in college.

"That's great! What about the others? Ideally, they'd know something like guitar or bass..."

Uh... well...

I have a feeling these guys are going to disappoint the producer.

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I have a feeling someone's about to yell at me to kill them... I'm not a white-collar scholar, it's some guy named A with the last name I who is.