Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?! Chapter 125 - Dance Partner

Chapter 125 - Dance Partner

translator: xiin

editors: apricot & juurensha

The edge of the dance floor.

First there was the sound of Ming Yao’s goblet shattering to pieces. The Jingyi sniper’s mouth was open so wide a whole salted duck egg could be stuffed inside.

Then, the whole Hall of Mirrors seemed to wake up from a dream, and the noise level soared.

One trainee turned to look at his female partner, “You guys… this female trainee from your Hyacinth Show is very beautiful. Why didn’t we notice her before… it’s just that she seems similar to… to…”

The female teammate was really helpless, “Big brother, look again. Is this really a female player?”

In front of the carved, gilded entrance, the blonde beauty’s small round face was wooden, and his expression wasn’t happy at all. However, this didn’t mar his beauty. The rococo style luxury and red carpet gave his slightly cold temperament just the right degree of aloofness, and the amber pupils filled with cold light seemed to shine beneath the crystal lights.

From over a ten meters away, Caesar swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Little Ran, who was so excited that her eyes were a little blurred, looked at Caesar in disbelief, “You-you-you! Could it be that you have the wrong kind of feelings for Little Witch…”

Caesar was at a loss, “What? Holy s.h.i.t, this is a straight man’s normal reaction… Ah, make way, make way!” Caesar immediately charged across the crowd like a rocket, “I have to block Little Witch in case other players can’t control themselves, and I can’t explain it away to the company!”

Little Ran almost spat out her saliva.Was this something that needed to be explained to the company? She attempted to take out her terminal to take a photo three times before suddenly remembering that this was an elimination match. When she looked back, she saw that Vera had practically become foolish, her hands pressed together as she blushed, “Son, mama loves you, mama will buy you dresses! We’ll buy it all, buy it all! …”

At the entrance to the dance hall, Caesar finally made his way over to where Wu Jin was standing. He used his elbow to block a young woman who wanted to touch Wu Jin’s dress, but unexpectedly, countless more hands stretched out, “Hey, don’t, don’t, don’t! Don’t break Little Witch with all your touching! If we can’t fix him, our company will lose money––”

Wu Jin was shocked by the crowd’s enthusiasm, and impolitely dragged his dress with him as he ran off to a safe zone. His petticoat and skirt was decorated with pale thread and lace, like floating rose petals. His body still carried the light fragrance that had been stained into his body in the Grand Trianon Palace, and at this time, Wu Jin only wanted to dig a hole and bury himself inside, but he suddenly looked up at and met a gaze in the distance.

The youth quickly bowed his head, his thoughts full of ‘having shamed himself in front of his boyfriend’, and ‘what kind of instance is this, should I stab myself to get eliminated and be done with it now’. The small curls that had already been powerlessly pressed down by the woman’s wig, became even more droopy. With his head bowed and his long eyelashes covering his eyes, he looked simply heartbreaking––

Chu Chu finished watching the bustle and glanced back at her own teammate.

And took two steps back.

The look in Wei Shi’s eyes… was like a lone wolf picking out its prey. His eyes were deep and dark, like an abyss without a bottom.

Chu Chu asked tentatively, “Big G.o.d, are you hungry?”

Wei Shi’s Adam’s apple shifted, and he strode forward.

At the other end of the dance floor, Zuo Botang’s gaze was appreciative, but his comments were rational, “Little Witch looks good no matter what he wears, and even womenswear suits him well.” He thought for a few seconds, then added, “His facial features are gentle and not very aggressive. It’s quite calming, versatile…”

Ming Yao swished in from the crowd to appear next to Wu Jin, chattering loudly at him, “You tricked me!”

Wu Jin tried to push out of the crowd but was quickly penned in again, “Friendship first, compet.i.tion second!”

Ming Yao squinted his eyes, “Let me… and I’ll forgive you!”

Wu Jin: “What?”

Ming Yao gestured, “Touch your waist! Is it really so thin, it doesn’t usually seem like it––”

Wu Jin shifted away like a snake, “No way! Don’t touch, ahhhh&#k2013;&#k2013;”

Ming Yao was resentful, “No way, you’re so petty! Little Witch, you still smell so good, how about letting me hug you? I’m so grown up, yet I’ve never even hugged a girl yet!”

Wu Jin was going crazy, “What does that have to do with me?”

Ming Yao stretched out his evil hand, “Say, do you have a little sister you can introduce––don’t run! I just want to touch!”

There was a sudden darkness in front of Ming Yao’s eyes.

Contestant Wei Shi was cold and hard, his body tall and powerful as he directly blocked Wu Jin into the shadows behind him. When he turned around again––

Wu Jin fell into a daze for two seconds. Inside his brain flashed the words ‘vulgar style’, ‘no sense of propriety’, and ‘surprise! a certain trainee gets together with his boyfriend for one month, finds out he’s a cross-dresser, and they break up in a rage’.

He slipped away with a swish as fast as he could.

Wei Shi raised his eyebrows, “……”

The Crosson Show’s live stream room.

Regardless of whether it was the audience or the scrolling comments, they had long descended into chaos. For a long time, the screen was dominated by meaningless “Ahhhhhhhh––” cries that Ying Xiangxiang was anxiously clearing up.

Backstage, the program producer pulled out two small editors with him and banged on the table, “Tell me, what do you see!”

The little editor gave an excited, 120% compliment, “I see a new star of women’s clothing rising up…”

The program producer was dissatisfied, “That’s not it! What we see here is a great business opportunity! Now, insert a rolling advertis.e.m.e.nt for me. Contestant Wu in women’s clothing from the elimination match with a personal signature, starting at 80 credits. Free delivery if paired with other packages. Go quickly!”

On the dance floor of the Palace of Versailles.

The silver plate covers on the food were removed, and the crowd of hungry trainees looked over and headed straight for it.

Nearly 70 contestants had been eliminated during the card-s.n.a.t.c.hing stage prior to the ball. Obtaining a blue card was difficult, and the difficulty of the green cards was moderate. Additionally, there were white cards that relied solely on the power of one’s fists. In order to s.n.a.t.c.h up an ‘ident.i.ty’ for the ball, there had been endless fighting at the Palace of Versailles over the past two hours, and the rules also guaranteed that players could remain qualified purely on strength.

At this time, in the Hall of Mirrors, it was a rare time where the players got along with each other peacefully, seizing the opportunity to eat.

Caesar belched and pointed to Wu Jin, who was seated quietly facing the corner of the wall, “Why isn’t Little Witch eating? Is he in seclusion? I’ll get him a plate!”

Wen Lin: “It should be that he doesn’t want to face the camera.”

There were two more pieces of steak on the plate––

Wen Lin quickly stopped the carnivorous Caesar and added some vegetables to go with the steak.

At the other end of the dining table, Contestant Wei seemed to have also put together a plate and was just about to walk towards Wu Jin, but as soon as he moved, the cameras around him would rise up and focus on him, trying to capture any interaction between the Scarf CP. Wu Jin would become alert with a swish and lift up his small chair to shift to another corner and continue sitting facing the wall.

“He’s just switching between corners like that, is he growing mushrooms?” Caesar spoke as Zoe also came over and placed two eggs on the plate, “Protein.”

Seeing that the plate was piled up high, Caesar snapped his fingers, “Alright! I’ll send a delivery to Little Witch.” ––Halfway there, he pa.s.sed by Wei Shi.

Contestant Wei had folded up two handheld wraps on a plate and was carrying a pair of chopsticks.

Zoe looked over from behind, “He can make a wrap with this stuff?” The White Moonlight captain suddenly thought of something, “How did he know that Little Witch likes handheld wraps?”

Wen Lin laughed, “Everyone knows.”

Zoe breathed a sigh of relief.

After dinner, the focus of everyone’s gazes finally shifted to the dance floor. Wu Jin snuck back with the dinner plate, and seeing that the cameras were basically gone, he quickly went to meet up with Vera.

The White Rose’s eyes were soft and kind, and she pretended to unwittingly touch Wu Jin’s dress.

“The card holders will choose dance partners based on the priority given to their ident.i.ties.” Vera poked the lace and was so happy she was giving off soap bubbles of delight, “Madame de Montespan’s card should be quite high on the list. When it’s our turn, we’ll immediately form a team again.”

Wu Jin nodded and snuck a glance around the crowd.

Wu Jin, who was dressed in nearly seven layers of skirts, felt that he was just like a mobile fort. He walked slowly, but his melee defense was at the max––most swords weren’t as long as his skirt. In order to stab him, the enemy would have to lean one foot forward and slice sideways.

The dance floor music started up again.

“The elimination match is speeding up.” Wu Jin puffed up his cheeks. “Based on the normal process––the program team will combine the originally scattered small instances into larger ones.”

Vera caught a subtle hint, “Brawl? Camp wars?”

Wu Jin: “It’s not clear right now. We have to at least wait until after we leave the ballroom.” He headed to the wall and gestured to Vera to lean close.

A few seconds later, the female contestant opened her eyes in amazement, “There are sounds outside the ballroom…”

Wu Jin’s hearing was much more refined than hers. When he’d secluded himself in the corner, he could accurately distinguish the sounds of carpet moving, mechanisms turning, and metal parts colliding.

“The map is changing.” Wu Jin spoke quietly, “The ball brought all the players to the Hall because the scene outside is being changed.”

“Before the ball, the average size of the instances was 20×20, and involved less than four teams. If the show team is about to start a brawl––the map will change. The reverse is also true.”

On the dance floor, the first strains of music streamed in.

Vera nodded and was even more convinced that she couldn’t lose the Little Witch brain. At this time, her thoughts had been greatly reduced, and she was in a very strange state of euphoria.

A few minutes from now, she would be able to touch her idol’s small, soft hands and dance on the dance floor with her dewy-eyed idol!

Vera seemed to want to laugh but had to hold herself back. The result left her expression quite distorted.

In the distance, the Red Rose smacked Thin Fire and told him to look, “Look at her cheek muscles! I told you they’re stiff from injections, but you didn’t believe it! Tsk!”

Thin Fire was thinking and suddenly came to a conclusion, “Say, if I also decide to cross-dress, would my popularity go up?”

When the first bars of the dance music began, almost all the players looked directly at the dance floor.

The wrist watch would remind the players of their turn based on the order of their ident.i.ties. The first one was at least a blue card, or even a legendary purple card––

There were two players whose lips were twitching, and they looked at each other in surprise.

“Did you also land at the Grand Trianon?”

“You were also… cleared out?”

“Brother!”

In the corner of the dance floor, Wu Jin wasn’t surprised to find that the big boss would come out to lead the dance. He also wouldn’t be surprised if the big boss instantly chose Chu Chu as his partner. Wu Jin sat there uneasily, like a thousand layer cake stuck on a chair. He really wanted to flip up his skirt and cover his head so that he could feel more comfortable.

In the middle of the dance floor, the crowd all chattered as they looked towards the Wei Shi who’d stepped out.

“The cardinal card is in Zuo Botang’s hands.” Ning Fengbei spoke in a dazed tone, “To be higher than Zuo Botang, what is he? Louis––”

Ning Fengbei suddenly held her breath.

Earlier, Wei Shi had only been dressed in a suit. Now, he stood up covered in a white cape, looking very similar to the Louis XIV in the paintings––

Louis XIV had been 1.5m, but Contestant Wei was a solid 1.9m.

The man was like a heavy and oppressive mountain. He’d wantonly rolled up the sleeves of his blue, old-fashioned military uniform, and he wore a sword at his hips, his riding boots burnished and bright, his eyebrows and eyes cold and straight.

Right at the moment when everyone thought that Contestant Wei would instantly pick Chu Chu,

Chu Chu made a V with her hand, “Go, go––no, charge, big G.o.d!”

The man walked across the dance floor towards a corner in the shadows under the gazes of countless pairs of eyes.

Wu Jin was in a daze.

Wei Shi’s back was straight, his face expressionless.

Wu Jin trembled, and his wrist.w.a.tch beeped like crazy. ––Card holders chose dance partners according to the priority of their ident.i.ties. The weak had no right to refuse!

Before the watch could give him another negative performance warning, Wu Jin reached out quickly and trembled as they touched hands.

The slightly sweaty hand touched the man’s rough palm.

Wei Shi held it and bent over to kiss the back of the youth’s hand.

Juurensha: Ohohohho, exactly as planned, huh WS? Him getting wraps for Little Witch was cute though. Although I feel like Zoe is going to figure out things very soon now….

xiin: Zoe’s getting suspicious~