Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

You should know that this trainee once debuted in the overseas group "Bao Tank Boys" and has a fan base.

"As expected of a big star like Yayoi Tsuki, just a few random words can become such a hot topic..."

Thinking that the embarrassing video had been seen by five million people, Xia Fan's mind went blank for a moment.

In his opinion, it must be those curious netizens who wanted to see what the trainee that Yayoi Tsuki "pushed" was like, and they gossiped all the way from social media and gathered to watch.

"No, although my 'assistance' can bring you a certain amount of popularity, your personal introduction video has already been played in the main program, and someone has also posted a clip in the hot word discussion area. Only a few netizens will come to the website specifically to watch it."

“So, at least half of these views are due to you.”

The sliding door moved open, and Yayoi Tsuki, with a weak and flushed face, walked in.

She heard the conversation between the two outside the door and joined the discussion as an "insider".

"It's my own reason... But the number of fans of "The Broken Chrysanthemum and the Sword" isn't to this level, right?"

Xia Fan touched his chin, looking confused.

Many fans of the original novel of "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword", especially those of the "Kazama School", have indeed become his die-hard fans.

However, according to the oracle query, the number of weekly visitors to the "Midsummer Shrine" is only a few thousand, which means that the number of its own "fanatic fans" is about the same order of magnitude...

It is not proportional at all to the millions of views of the video of this person.

“Instead of worrying about the number of views, why not think carefully about what to perform on the first stage?”

"Two or three minutes is enough to sing a complete song. It's not the length of time to just sing a few lines..."

Sitting back in her original position, Yayoi Tsuki held her stomach uncomfortably and reminded softly.

"How do you know? I was originally planning to just sing a few lines to get by. It's just a two or three minute first stage show, and I'm totally unprepared..."

Xia Fan held his chin and thought distressedly.

……

Outside the Wuqibuyou fried food shop, a black commercial vehicle was parked quietly on the side of the road.

"What... after all the hard work, only five million? These fans are not helpful at all!"

In the compartment that was transformed into an independent compartment and filled with various communication network equipment, the petite Aiba Yui sat cross-legged, holding her laptop in her arms and typing frantically...

Since the "Idol Birth Festival" program was officially launched, the homepage of the "Midsummer Shrine" support website has switched to the playback link of Xia Fan's personal interview video.

Countless "summer sickness" fans also responded to the website's call, frantically playing, forwarding, and liking the video, and insisting on recommending it to friends and passers-by on their personal accounts every day.

"Not enough... not enough... absolutely not enough! How can Lord Xia Fan, who is as dazzling as a diamond, be squeezed together with those vulgar women..."

“If we can’t rely on active fans, then we’ll use AI… Yes, create a bunch of extra accounts and use AI to simulate the behavior of active users… Wait until the last minute and then make an effort…”

In the dim carriage, the dim light reflected from the screen lit up her thin-framed glasses, as if her entire eyes were glowing...

Chapter 207 Do you want to join us too?

2024-07-13

Across the street, one car away from Aiba Yui, Xia Fan and the other two, after enjoying a rather complicated "gourmet" meal, were standing at the restaurant door to say goodbye.

"Well, I'll be leaving now, thanks for your hospitality today."

Xia Fan got on a bicycle and waved to Yayoi Tsuki and Jinguji Aoi.

"Tsk, you've already stepped half a foot into the entertainment industry, you can't always ride a bicycle, right?"

"Even if the company is too poor to send you a nanny car, I still have an idle sports car that I can lend you..."

Taking a look at the bicycle that was so old that it was about to fall apart, Yayoi Tsuki suggested with pretended disdain.

"Parking in Tokyo is time-consuming. If necessary, Section 9 can arrange a nanny car around the clock."

Aoi Jinguji pointed at the business car across the street and added.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I haven't had time to get a driver's license yet, and I don't want to take up the Metropolitan Police Department's resources..."

"I'm leaving now. I might be very busy in the next few days. Call me if you have anything."

After politely declining the other party's kindness, Xia Fan thought of something and specifically gave some instructions to Jinguji Aoi.

"Don't worry, I'll be here for Lesson 9."

Jinguji Aoi naturally knew that he was referring to the investigation of the "Amabie" case, and nodded calmly.

"This pervert who took everything and ran away..."

Watching Xia Fan disappear at the intersection on his bike, Yayoi Tsuki murmured unwillingly.

I originally planned to use "sensory sharing" to teach this philandering pervert a lesson, but in the end it seems that I'm the one who suffers?

"Speaking of perverts, Miss Yayoi herself is the one..."

"Forcing Xia Jun to play that weird 'psychic' game under the table."

Beside her, Aoi Jinguji looked at her with narrowed eyes and a smile.

"Oh, I noticed it early on. Isn't it unusual for the miko to deliberately not reveal it?"

"Or do you want to join us?"

Yayoi Tsuki crossed her arms nonchalantly and turned her face away to avoid the other person's subtle gaze.

Although her face was expressionless and her tone was calm, her fox ears swaying left and right had completely exposed her panic in her heart...

Damn it, I must have forgotten to put my socks back on when I got up to go to the bathroom, and someone noticed.

"There is no need to join."

"Although I admire Mr. Xia Fan, that strange way of communication is not in line with the teachings of Amaterasu."

"I prefer honest, natural and gradual interpersonal relationships."

Aoi Jinguji shook her head slightly.

"Psychics are really a bunch of hypocritical guys. However, as far as I know, Amaterasu's miko must be a virgin, and marriage is strictly prohibited."

A slight smile appeared on Yayoi Tsukki's lips, and there was something meaningful in her words.

"You are right, but you missed one thing..."

"After retiring at the age of 28, the miko of Amaterasu can recruit a son-in-law by marrying into the family. Otherwise, the spiritual bloodline would not be passed down to this day."

Jinguji Aoi bowed politely to Yayoi Tsuki and walked towards the black business car across the path.

"Oh? Is this considered a provocation? Unfortunately, today, I'm already 'one step' ahead."

Yayoi Yue frowned slightly and said stubbornly, refusing to admit defeat.

"Leading? That's not necessarily the case... maybe the fried chicken Mr. Xia Fan just ate was 'specially made'..."

Stopping in front of the open-door business car, Aoi Jinguji suddenly said this.

"W-what, you..."

“Hehe, I was just joking to lighten the mood. Miss Yayoi, don’t mind it… Thank you for your hospitality today. See you next time…”

With a slight chuckle, she gracefully got into a car and left, leaving Yayoi Tsuki with her brain dead in the air.

……

The next day, Shibuya, NHK Studio Park.

"Dear trainees, the first stage recording will begin in two hours. Please line up here with your personal documents, hair and body fluid test report, registration form and risk commitment letter..."

Early in the morning, a long line of trainees who were participating in the "Idol Birth Festival" formed in front of the entrance of the giant container-like studio.

"There are so many of them. As expected, they are all trainees who have been training for more than two and a half years. They all look very capable..."

Xia Fan, pushing an electronic keyboard, stood in the queue, looking around at the people around him curiously.

In order to be selected to participate in this large-scale talent show, the trainees have very strict requirements on their appearance, and their average level is higher than that of the students at Horikoshi Academy.

Even the foreign trainees with exotic facial features have temperament and appearance that cannot be compared to ordinary passers-by.

Compared with these trainees with fancy clothes, colorful hair colors and exaggerated hairstyles, Xia Fan, wearing a black T-shirt and messy short hair, is simply plain.

But his "minimalist style" made his impeccable face and alluring eyes stand out even more, attracting many hostile glances.

"Okay, your information has been approved. Please go backstage through this passage, prepare your hair and makeup, and wait for the staff to notify you to go on stage..."

“Bring a musical instrument? Please leave it here, put a name tag on it, and someone will take it backstage.”

After the staff reviewed the documents and approved them, they placed the electronic keyboard in the musical instrument storage area.

Xia Fan also followed the instructions and followed the crowd into the backstage.

"Please line up in an orderly manner, trainees. Do your hair first, then put on makeup. It will take a little time, so please be patient."

In the spacious backstage area, a group of trainees lined up in a long queue, with more than a dozen hairstylists and makeup artists preparing their hair and makeup before going on stage like an assembly line.

There were also several photographers holding small cameras and recording nearby.

Although I know that this is just "collecting program materials" that may not be used...

However, seeing the war-like backstage scene and being faced by multiple black cameras, the trainees suddenly felt a sense of tension as if the "program recording has officially started", and their movements and expressions became gradually stiff.

"Hey, Eel...you are Xia Fan, right?"

A deep and hoarse male voice suddenly sounded behind Xia Fan.

He turned around and found a non-local trainee who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and had dark skin, grinning at him with a mouthful of big white teeth.

"Yes...Excuse me..."

Xia Fan stared at the non-native trainee in front of him with curiosity...

In District 11, there are more than three million foreigners living here legally and permanently, so non-nationals are not uncommon.

What made Xia Fan curious was that this "non-native" person in front of him actually spoke the "District 11 dialect" more fluently than himself and without any accent.

Before he turned around, he thought it was a local trainee talking to him.

"Martin Luther Silver, a non-local trainee, grew up in District 11, and my mother is also from District 11, so apart from my appearance, you can treat me as an ordinary youth from District 11..."

"By the way, Martin is my stage name. My name in District 11 is Baba Luther. It is said that my mother's ancestor is a descendant of Minamoto no Raikou's Settsu Minamoto clan. Later, because they were good at raising war horses, they changed their surname to 'Baba'..."

"Nice to meet you."

Speaking fluent local dialect, Martin Luther introduced himself to Xia Fan and extended his pale yellow palm.

Chapter 208 Martin Luther Periodic Table

2024-07-13

"Martin... no, the stable... Anyway, nice to meet you, nice to meet you..."

Xia Fan digested the huge amount of information in the other party's words and shook hands with Martin stiffly.

"But, I remember that in your personal interview video, you clearly had a heavy accent..."

Xia Fan asked in confusion, recalling that he had watched the personal interview video of Martin "rapping with his head standing upside down" and that the other party had a strong foreign accent.

"You mean something like 'Ni Hao, I'm a foreigner, if my singing is not accurate, please take my license', right? That's business news, business news..."

Martin demonstrated in an exotic accent, then smoothly switched back to an accent that was no different from that of a local.

"Mr. Xia is of Dragon origin, right? Apart from being taller and more handsome than the locals, I can't tell his racial characteristics at all. How can he understand the pain of an African like me who wants to get into the entertainment industry in District 11..."

"If I don't pretend to be a 'foreigner' and help the program team show off the 'international elements', I won't even have a chance to sign up."

He spread his hands helplessly and explained as if he was used to it.

"I see. This kind of 'accent management' is a skill on the same level as 'Izumo Sword Dance'."

"Speaking of which, Martin, you seem to be used to participating in this kind of show?"

Xia Fan discovered that the opponent was very relaxed from beginning to end, and had no nervousness at all as he had before the draft.

"We, the 'international trainees', are just here to add the so-called 'internationality' to these programs and serve as a foil to the local contestants."

"My goal for this show is to show up on the first stage, get a little earlier during the theme song recording, and then be eliminated in the first public performance. Then I'll have achieved it perfectly..."

“Only people who are trying to get more get nervous.”

Martin shrugged, looking lazy and indifferent.