HuaYu: Superstars Starting from Super Star Avenue

"Liu Mingfeng, your performance just now was very energetic and your stage presence was good, but today, in terms of the overall completion of the work and the emotional resonance, Lin Mo was indeed better."

Liu Mingfeng nodded reluctantly, his face growing even more somber.

Next up is Zuo An'an.

She took the microphone and expressed her appreciation and admiration for Lin Mo's song.

Yang Pei-an still expressed his optimism about Liu Mingfeng's performance, which warmed up Liu Mingfeng's expression somewhat.

Zheng Jianguo first praised Lin Mo and then shared with everyone his experience as a stylist assistant that afternoon.

Liu Mingfeng's styling was praised.

His words immediately drew laughter from the audience.

Liu Mingfeng's expression, which had just eased a little, fell again.

What do you mean by that?

I don't like it, take it back!

The review session has ended.

"Well then, the most crucial moment has arrived!"

The host, Tao Zi, raised her voice.

"Five judges, please score and vote on the just-concluded competition! Each judge has five points!"

The indicator lights representing the two individuals on the large screen lit up one by one.

The five judges then began to score the results.

Swish swish swish swish!

16 is better than 23!

A decisive victory!

"Congratulations, Lin Mo! You've advanced directly to the next round!" Tao Zi announced loudly.

Even louder applause followed.

Lin Mo bowed in gratitude.

Liu Mingfeng gave a perfunctory bow, and then, at the staff's signal, he walked quickly backstage to the "loser's bracket" waiting area with his head down.

His back view conveyed a deep sense of loss and resentment.

But that's the cruel reality of competition.

Lin Mo walked off the stage with his guitar, and the assistant at the entrance immediately came up to him, her eyes sparkling. She wanted to help him with the guitar, but was a little embarrassed.

"I can do it myself, thank you." Lin Mo smiled at her.

The assistant blushed and quickly ran away.

Backstage, he was greeted by the complex gazes of many contestants.

Lin Mo didn't pay any attention and walked to his seat.

Lin Mo's group is the sixth group to compete; there are six more groups to go.

The recording of the program was quite quick.

Most of the later contestants performed only moderately well.

More than an hour later, all the contestants finished their performances.

The PK is over.

Aside from Lin Youjia receiving a perfect score, Lin Mo's performance was unparalleled in both its score and the explosive moments that resonated with the entire audience.

Ultimately, 12 people advanced directly, while the remaining 12 entered the loser's bracket.

After a brief discussion among the judges, two more people were eliminated from the losers' bracket.

When all the recordings were finished and the director announced the end of the day, the clock on the studio wall was already approaching four in the morning.

Starting with the styling in the afternoon, the continuous styling for more than ten hours left everyone exhausted.

The contestants' makeup was smudged, and their eyes revealed deep fatigue. They had long lost the will to exchange pleasantries and just wanted to go home and lie down as soon as possible.

The program's producers mustered their energy and used a megaphone to announce:

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone! This episode has a lot of content and will be broadcast in two parts."

We will announce the recording time for the next episode separately. Please keep your phones accessible and check for messages!

Lin Mo was not surprised by this.

Today, the recording of the official competition alone took nearly four hours, not to mention the styling segment in the afternoon.

This content definitely needs to be edited; one episode is definitely not enough.

However, he's in the sixth group, so it should air this week.

Yes, that means we can enjoy the heat for another week.

Lin Mo walked out of the CTV building, lost in thought.

The streets of Taipei were cold and quiet in the early morning.

The early spring night breeze carried a damp chill, which felt slightly invigorating on the face.

Have you ever seen Taipei at 4 a.m.?

The phrase inexplicably popped into Lin Mo's mind, and he immediately shivered.

All he wants now is to get back into bed and get some sleep.

When I got home, a faint bluish-green hue was already appearing on the horizon.

The room was quiet. Zeng Peici was already asleep, her figure curled up in the blankets, looking exceptionally docile.

Lin Mo took a quick shower, washing away his fatigue and the lingering smells from the studio.

Then she gently lifted the blanket and crawled inside.

Seemingly sensing the familiar body temperature and breath, Zeng Peici unconsciously turned over in his sleep.

She rolled naturally into his arms, letting out a muffled whimper.

Lin Mo naturally put his arm around her, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her.

After a busy day, my body finally relaxed completely at this moment.

Almost the instant he closed his eyes, drowsiness overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

......

......

I slept soundly for ages.

When Lin Mo opened his eyes again, the glaring sunlight still streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

He reached for his phone on the bedside table and turned on the screen.

2:17 PM.

Zeng Peici had gotten up and left sometime earlier.

There was a light blue sticky note on the pillow, with her neat handwriting on it:

"Amo, I'm off to school! My food's in the microwave, just heat it up and you can eat~ Remember to eat! (^▽^)"

A crooked heart was drawn in the back.

Lin Mo looked at the sticky note, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

He got up, went to the kitchen, and sure enough, found a bento box wrapped in plastic wrap in the microwave.

Rice, green vegetables, fried egg, and a few pieces of braised pork that looked quite appetizing.

While I was washing up, my lunchbox was warmed up, and I sat down at the small coffee table to eat it slowly.

The temperature of the food brought Lin Mo back to his senses.

I had just finished clearing the dishes when my phone rang.

Caller ID: Hsiao Ching-teng.

Lin Mo answered the phone: "Feed?"

"Lin Mo, are you...are you free today? My friend opened an indoor basketball court near Xinsheng Park. It's not crowded during the Chinese New Year holiday. Want to go play some basketball together?"

Old Xiao's voice on the other end of the phone was still somewhat shy, but he was much more relaxed than before.

Playing basketball?

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

That sounds good. Exercising and sweating can be good for your health.

"Sure, send me the address, I'll be there in a bit."

"Okay! I'll wait for you!"

.....

Near Taipei's Xinsheng Park, there is a small indoor basketball court.

As Jam Hsiao said, there weren't many people here during the Lunar New Year.

When Lin Mo arrived, Xiao Jingteng was already practicing shooting alone.

Today he tied his long blonde hair into a ponytail and wore a Houston number one jersey.

His dribbling and shooting form was surprisingly standard, clearly indicating he plays regularly.

"Brother Lin Mo." Xiao Jingteng stopped what he was doing, wiped his sweat, and smiled when he saw Lin Mo.

"Hmm." Lin Mo nodded, looking around the venue; it was indeed quite nice.

"Want one?"

Hsiao Ching-teng tossed the basketball to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo is indeed a skilled basketball player; after getting the basketball, he dribbled between his legs several times and drove into the three-point line.

Stop abruptly, turn around, and shoot a fadeaway jumper.

The movements were executed in one smooth motion, and the posture was as beautiful as a painting!

Then......

"Bang!"

The basketball hit the front edge of the rim and bounced away.

It's time to strike.

Hsiao Ching-teng, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lin Mo looked at his shooting hand, then at the bounced basketball, his face expressionless, but suddenly asked:

Have you ever seen Taipei at 4 a.m.?