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Xiang Wanwan and Dai Xiaoqing were already very familiar with the process.

As usual, they distributed support items to other fans who came to the scene, took a few photos, and then passed through security smoothly to enter the venue.

Because the trainees all had two stages for the third round of performances, and one of them was a collaboration stage with the mentors, the audience included not only the trainees' fans but also the fans of the mentors.

In particular, there were an exceptionally large number of Qi Sheng's fans who came. They prepared super luxurious support items, such as floats, flower walls, support screens, and roll-up banners, covering the entire street outside the venue as if they were free.

It's important to understand that so many fan groups are preparing support activities this time, and the space outside the venue is only so big. Being able to put up so many support materials at once requires not only financial resources but also strong coordination capabilities and a wide network of contacts.

Despite the massive onslaught from Qi Sheng's fans, only a few top-ranked contestants like Ling Tinglan, Jiao Wangshu, Ji Yan, and Su Xingran were able to set up support banners around the venue. Some trainees' materials were scattered far away from the venue, completely out of reach of anyone.

This move left Dai Xiaoqing utterly dumbfounded. "This is way too extravagant..."

"It's just a mentor stage, why are the fans going to such lengths?"

Dai Xiaoqing really didn't understand. After all, "Super Star" was still a talent show, and the focus was naturally on the trainees. Even the mentors didn't get much screen time.

It's ridiculous that the fans are making such a big show of support for a variety show that's practically meaningless.

Xiang Wanwan seemed unfazed. She glanced at it casually and said, "Sigh, there's nothing we can do. That's what 'prestige' is all about. It's the external pressure that forces fans to work hard to generate support."

"Believe it or not, if Qi Sheng's fans hadn't put on this kind of support show, a bunch of marketing accounts would have used it to criticize and belittle them, saying things like Qi Sheng is flopping, their popularity can't compare to the trainees, and the new top star is going to step on them to rise to fame..."

"All sorts of random topics are coming up."

At this point, Xiang Wanwan pouted, "Otherwise, who would be willing to do this tedious support work? It's expensive and useless. At least you can hear a splash if you just throw the money into the water."

Three public officials have a powerful backing.

Ling Tinglan and Jiao Wangshu had already changed their clothes and were waiting for the makeup artist to do their makeup.

The mentors all brought their own professional makeup and styling teams, and naturally each had their own dressing room. However, even so, the preparation time needed by the mentors was still far from enough. Therefore, the first performance tonight was the official stage of the third public performance, which only involved the trainees.

As Jiao Wangshu straightened his clothes, he swore that this was definitely the most complicated outfit he had ever worn.

This time, their "Big Player" group's overall outfits were a red and black color scheme that perfectly matched the stage style.

Jiao Wangshu wore a fishnet top as a base layer, over which he wore a black short-sleeved shirt with an exaggerated print. His pants were even longer than his life, and they were very tight around the waist, outlining his defined waistline.

The wide trouser legs hung down, bunching up to his insteps. If it weren't for Jiao Wangshu's good proportions and long legs, anyone who wore such disastrous trousers would look like a complete 50/50 split.

And this butt curtain, I don't know who came up with this strange combination, the costume teacher insisted on putting one on him, and the layers of the hem would flutter with his movements, like he was wearing a little skirt.

In addition, there are titanium steel accessories hanging on her hands, waist, and legs, which the costume designer must have found somewhere. There are rings, necklaces, and small pendants, all of which could be sold for half a pound as scrap metal.

Jiao Wangshu counted, and found that he had four rings on the middle and ring fingers of his left hand alone. He didn't even have pierced ears, but they still insisted on giving him clip-on and ear hook earrings.

He was afraid that all those jingling, dangling things would fall off if he made any big movements when he went on stage.

If these things are lost, I don't think I'll make him pay for them, right?

Unlike Jiao Wangshu's worries, Ling Tinglan was now extremely excited. His makeup this time was even bolder, and he even used a one-time hair dye to spray his original black hair silver-white.

To be honest, Ling Tinglan has a healthy wheat-colored complexion, which is actually not very suitable for light hair colors, because it would make her already not fair skin look even darker, making her look dirty and haggard.

However, this common sense seems to completely fail when it comes to him; his unique light hair color makes him look even wilder and more unruly.

Ling Tinglan was tilting his head back as the makeup artist applied makeup to his face.

Because of the shortage of staff, one makeup artist often has to be responsible for the makeup and styling of several trainees. Jiao Wangshu, who was temporarily left unattended, sat obediently to the side, propping her face up with her hand and waiting.

His gaze fell on Ling Tinglan's face through the makeup mirror. Her eyes were still slightly upturned at the corners, but with the help of the eye makeup, they became more flamboyant. Her eyes were bright, and she looked like she was full of bad intentions.

but--

Does he look a little thinner?

Jiao Wangshu's attention wandered unconsciously; she seemed to have lost some weight.

As expected, he suffered under Instructor Jin's tutelage. During this period, Ling Tinglan spent his time either in one practice room or another. It was only because he never complained or felt tired, and was always joking around in front of Jiao Wangshu, that Jiao Wangshu did not notice his changes at first.

Now, looking at him, his cheeks have lost all their flesh, his jawline is more defined, and even the muscle lines on his arms are smoother. Looking closer, you can even see the bloodshot veins in Ling Tinglan's eyes; he certainly hasn't had much rest lately.

Jiao Wangshu felt more and more heartbroken as he watched. He thought to himself, "Damn the production team, do you believe I'll sue them for child abuse?"

However, Jiao Wangshu did not expect that Ling Tinglan was also looking at him through the mirror at that moment.

Ling Tinglan looked at Jiao Wangshu and saw him frowning and sighing. She wondered who had made him angry. He was puffed up with anger, and he was even supporting his chubby cheeks with his hands, his mouth crooked with rage.

But even when she's this angry, she's still so cute.

He imitated Jiao Wangshu, puffing out his cheeks and then pouting his little mouth, looking exactly like a crooked-mouthed kitten.

Now the two kittens see each other through the mirror.

It's unclear who broke the spell first, but in the end, both of them couldn't help but burst into laughter.