Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Omega, Their Knees Bent Chapter 70
Chapter 70: Good Luck
Having finished writing the name, Lou Ting walked back to his seat and raised an eyebrow at Liang Caijin, “Is it explosive enough?”
Liang Caijin: “…”
Brother, are you practicing archaeology?
This won’t do.
I need to hurry up, pack my bags, and run away.
If He Yunzhou finds out that choosing such a song was my idea, wouldn’t He Yunzhou skin me alive?
“Are you serious?” Even though the song title had already been written up, Liang Caijin still asked one more question just to be safe; after all, it was truly a bit unbelievable.
Such an ancient song with a retro feel belonged to several Star Eras ago.
Even though it sounded good and was catchy… it didn’t suit an idol survival show stage!
“Serious.” Not only did Lou Ting not dispel Liang Caijin’s doubts, but he instead smiled and asked him, “Does it not sound good?”
Liang Caijin’s face turned the color of dirt, and he nodded with difficulty, “It sounds good.”
Seeing that he strongly disapproved of using this song to compete yet still went against his own wishes to agree with his idea, Lou Ting couldn’t help but laugh and say, “It just has the same name, that’s all.”
Lou Ting had a parameter in his mind regarding what types of songs should appear on an idol survival show stage; he couldn’t possibly choose something completely out of bounds.
Lou Ting said, “This is a song I modified. But when I was naming it, I kept thinking about the ‘explosive’ you mentioned, so I just settled on this.”
Liang Caijin: “…”
Alright then.
Going around in circles, the one who needs to run away is still me.
Fang Huandong wasn’t far away and had also heard Lou Ting’s explanation. He immediately stopped his motion of wanting to step forward and asked, “It’s not that song?”
Lou Ting nodded and said, “Yes.”
Fang Huandong immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
At this final juncture of debuting, please don’t mess around with me.
If you mess around like this and the fans get angry and stop voting for you, don’t accuse me of shady dealings if you can’t debut in the center position.
This lowly director can’t withstand such massive storms.
“Alright then, everyone has selected their songs, right?” Fang Huandong signaled for his assistant to take down the drawing board filled with names and universally project them onto the large screen.
The assistant even considerately labeled each song with its performer.
“Good, then there’s no problem with this.” Because it was the final wrap-up stage, Fang Huandong had to ensure every single detail was confirmed, so he explained the process to them very seriously.
“The public performance venue will be right on this planet. Last time we went to Planet Y for the performance, we encountered people suffering from acclimatization issues. To ensure everyone takes the stage in their best condition, the directorial team has decided not to change the performance location this time.”
“The final episode of the program will be broadcast live simultaneously online. The voting window will also open simultaneously once the broadcast begins. After everyone finishes their performances, there will be thirty minutes to tally the votes. Finally, combined with the number of votes accumulated from the online voting opened three days prior, we will rank everyone universally.”
“None of you are newcomers. Being able to make it to the end of the show also demonstrates your unyielding, brave, and striving spirit. I hope that even if you fail to debut in the group this time, you won’t be disheartened. Your fans have seen all your hard work.”
Actually, at this stage, who could debut and who couldn’t was already very obvious.
Fang Huandong said these words to comfort everyone, saving those who had worked so hard for so long from getting angry if they didn’t even secure a debut spot. But Fang Huandong’s underlying meaning was… the fans are watching, so don’t cause any unexpected trouble.
Since none of them were newcomers, even though Fang Huandong didn’t say everything explicitly, everyone understood clearly in their hearts.
Those who had schemes reined them in, and those who didn’t dare not entertain any.
It was either that those with high popularity couldn’t be offended, or those with status couldn’t be offended; as for the ones with a powerful background, one shouldn’t even think about provoking them.
Lou Ting belonged to the category of having popularity, status, and background.
Status was actually a bit mysterious, but having been officially certified by His Highness the Empress through a Weibo post, how could Lou Ting possibly lack status?
“Alright, alright, today’s recording content ends here. If you all have nothing else to do, you can go back and continue practicing.” Fang Huandong had called them over just to record a shot and then they could disperse. He said, “Remember to hand over your audio to the band in advance so they can help you adjust it.”
The others voiced their agreement upon hearing this. After all, they weren’t professionals. Sometimes, audio involved a lot of copyright issues; having professionals help keep an eye on things would prevent situations where issues with the audio were discovered during their on-stage performance.
However, Lou Ting hesitated slightly upon hearing this. He pursed his lips and didn’t respond immediately.
Yet, Fang Huandong’s eyes were fixed directly on him. Seeing that Lou Ting didn’t open his mouth, he asked another question, “Lou Ting? What are you thinking about? Did you hear me clearly?”
Lou Ting said, “I heard you clearly.”
Fang Huandong nodded, “Alright then, dismissed.”
As they were leaving, Fang Huandong very cautiously lingered until the end, dawdling beside Lou Ting, “That song of yours, are you sure it has nothing to do with that ‘Good Luck Comes’?”
Lou Ting thought about it: “Mn… not much relation.” It’s been adapted.
Fang Huandong said, “That’s good. It’s the final episode; as long as you keep steady, you can safely debut.”
Fang Huandong actually wanted to say he could debut in the center position, but considering there were other trainees around, if he, as the director, spoke about center positions at a time like this, and someone recorded it and posted it online, it would look like he was rigging it for Lou Ting.
Lou Ting hummed in agreement, though who knew how much he actually listened to.
Returning to the dorm, Lou Ting was still thinking about polishing his chosen song a bit more. If it was something he could handle himself, he shouldn’t bother the professionals anymore.
As a result, right when he walked downstairs, he looked up and saw the lights in his dorm were on.
Was it He Yunzhou?
Besides He Yunzhou, there didn’t seem to be anyone else.
Others might come over to chat when he was in the dorm, but when he wasn’t there, it was impossible for others to come over.
Thinking of this, Lou Ting’s footsteps couldn’t help but quicken a bit.
He Yunzhou was already very busy at the end of the year. Coupled with Zuo Anran’s matter, He Yunzhou was so busy his feet didn’t touch the ground. Although he had the intention of staying by his side as a bodyguard, with so many things waiting to be handled, acting as a bodyguard here was clearly not very realistic.
Therefore, he had found a few capable people to stay in the dorm next to Lou Ting’s.
The trainees who originally lived there had been eliminated and had already returned home.
Lou Ting ran up in a few steps, pushed open the door, and before he even saw the person, he heard him say, “You’re back?”
“Mn.” Looking at the figure busy in the kitchen, Lou Ting slowed his pace and walked over, asking, “Are you done with your work?”
“There’s still a pile of things.” Despite saying this, He Yunzhou’s words didn’t carry the slightest hint of urgency. “I made a few spicy dishes for you. Go wash your hands and get ready to eat.”
“Okay.” Lou Ting turned around to wash his hands, “If you’re busy, how do you have the time to come over?”
“Isn’t it because I was afraid you’d miss me with the distance being too far, so I came over to see you.” He Yunzhou brought the dishes to the table. He had already finished cooking them before Lou Ting returned; just now, he was simply cleaning and washing the used bowls and chopsticks.
The dishes were all placed inside a thermostat incubator; when it was time, they could simply be taken out and eaten.
When Lou Ting came out after washing his hands, he didn’t dry them. Instead, he childishly ran to the man’s side and flicked the water from his hands at him.
He Yunzhou put down the dishes, turned around to catch the fleeing Omega, confined him in his arms, and tickled him.
“Wait, wait a minute.” Lou Ting hadn’t expected this person to be even more childish than him, directly using his hands like this?!
Yet Lou Ting himself was laughing breathlessly. He gripped the man’s arm with his hands, wanting to pull him away, but couldn’t exert any strength, “Stop messing around.”
“Haha… He Yunzhou… you, stop messing around.”
“Mn? Admit you’re wrong?” Seeing that his face was flushed from laughing, He Yunzhou stopped his tickling motions, pulled the person tighter into his embrace, and said, “Admit you’re wrong and I’ll let you go.”
Lou Ting steadied his laughter, his heart still thumping wildly.
He Yunzhou looked down and saw the faint blush on his cheeks; the smile in his eyes and brows couldn’t be hidden. For a moment, he forgot what he was messing around about. He raised a hand and rubbed his cheek with his thumb, slowly leaning down, his eyes fixed intently on his slightly pursed lips.
However, the next moment, a few drops of water were flicked directly into his face.
— “Lou Ting!”
“Wait, don’t… we haven’t eaten yet.”
He Yunzhou ignored all that. He directly summoned a robot to put all the dishes back into the thermostat incubator, then hoisted the person onto his shoulder and tossed him onto the bed.
Lou Ting playfully wet a few strands of He Yunzhou’s hair, while He Yunzhou playfully wet Lou Ting.
Lou Ting only managed to eat that meal in the middle of the night.
His inner thighs ached from friction, and the main culprit crouched attentively by the edge of the bed, feeding him bite by bite.
“Eat more, you’ve lost weight.” Seeing the flesh he had painstakingly nourished on Lou Ting disappear, He Yunzhou felt terribly heartbroken. If he wasn’t unable to extricate himself from work, he truly wanted to take care of his three meals a day and watch him eat.
“Being too fat doesn’t look good.”
“You look good no matter what.”
Lou Ting smiled and took a bite out of the bun he offered.
He Yunzhou was truly very busy; he left right after Lou Ting finished eating.
Lou Ting held his phone and tapped it a couple of times. The person hadn’t been out the door for long, yet he already wanted to contact the other party to chat. Tsk, this kind of feeling.
Lou Ting sighed. In the end, he still didn’t send a message. He simply stuffed his phone under the pillow and went to sleep.
After He Yunzhou left this time, he didn’t show his face again until the very day of the final stage performance.
On the day of the final stage, Lou Ting sent He Yunzhou a message before going on stage, then muted his phone and put it away.
In the center of the stage, Lou Ting wore a dark red suit. His long, straight legs and slender waist—the entire suit was tailored precisely to Lou Ting’s measurements, without half a centimeter of excess fabric, vividly portraying Lou Ting’s figure like a picturesque painting.
Meticulously detailed makeup and hair, with a single strand of hair dyed the exact same color as his suit.
Pure white lighting cascaded down from above. In an instant, it was as if an invisible pair of dark red wings fluttered behind Lou Ting, trembling and shedding a few feathers before suddenly dispersing.
At the same time, Lou Ting slowly opened his eyes.
They were red eyes.
“Waaahhhh—!”
Accompanied by a burst of screams and cheers from the fans in the audience, Lou Ting brought the microphone to his lips, parting his thin lips slightly, “My good luck began with meeting you.”
The young man’s elegant and cold voice, paired with a melody that trickled like spring water, seemingly transported people into a natural jungle. The faint chirping of birds and the patter of water lingering in their ears made it impossible to extricate themselves.
As the song deepened, the audience present subconsciously held their breaths.
After the prelude came the climax.
The prelude was already so beautiful; what kind of serene and picturesque scroll would Lou Ting present to them next?
Everyone held expectations.
Just as the crowd eagerly awaited, the background music finally changed.
Following the change in the music, a smile also surfaced on Lou Ting’s face. The smile gradually expanded, the corners of his mouth curving upwards.
The audience had all prepared their cheers to erupt along with the climax.
The next moment, they heard Lou Ting raise his microphone high and sing: “Good luck comes, our good luck comes!”
The audience: “Ah, Ting-bao, charge, charge—ahh???”
Fang Huandong: “?!!”
Audio engineer! Cut his mic off for me!!!