Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!-Chapter 235 - Extra - Support Song 2

Chapter 235 - Extra – Support Song 2

translator: xiin

editors: apricot & juurensha

The Civet Music Festival was neither a rock festival nor an electronic music festival.

Anything that could go on stage could be found there, and there were all kinds of people in the audience at the festival. White Moonlight had been invited, in large part due to cross-industry promotion.

Musicians didn’t often see survival show players. The invitation was written very politely, and basically translated to: It’s fine as long as you can sing into the microphone!

From the sponsor’s point of view, a survival show releasing an album was just for fun, and most of the credit should go to the tuner.

White Moonlight’s leader gladly accepted the invitation, letting the battle team do what they wanted.

Even though that was the case, Wu Jin was so excited that he treated it like the Grammy Music Awards.

Floating City Base, the city master’s residence.

Wu Jin held his electric guitar, and howled day and night, from the living room to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the corridor. Sometimes, the Floating City guards would be off late, and Wu Jin would drag his guitar to the basketball court for a concert.

In order to cultivate a stable stage presence as soon as possible.

Every time Wei Shi came down from the Floating Tower, he would pick him up from the court. Sometimes, he would also pick up a guitar, and sometimes he’d help Wu Jin hold a basketball.

Wu Jin was immersed in the music, changing the beat back and forth. In the star ship, the White Moonlight leader earnestly instructed the players, “No fighting allowed at the music festival. The insurance you’re all on only covers the survival show games.”

Wu Jin raised his hand, “Even if we start fighting, it’ll be someone else who gets hurt––”

The leader: “What are you thinking! The insurance I bought for you guys only pays for the injuries you’ve caused to others, not for your own injuries.”

Wu Jin: “……”

Star Net.

In one short week, White Moonlight’s support theme song had set off numerous positive waves. Caesar roared with vigor, Wen Lin’s chorus was catchy, Chen Xiran’s rap style was rough, and Wu Jin’s voice became a hiss on the high notes but was still in tune.

The professional commentators gave very pertinent praise towards this theme song that was quite different from the mainstream music style, “The lead singer’s vocal skills are there, and the shouting isn’t done blindly. This is a popular means of expression from nearly ten centuries ago. It was found commonly in street bands, this feeling of a youthful momentum––what? He’s not a lead singer? He’s an assault commander? …”

While the song quietly climbed up several insignificant song ranking lists, White Moonlight fans also ushered in an exciting boost during this long off-season.

––“Even if this group of big brothers lose their underpants in the Star League, they’ll still be able to make a living as a band in the future!”

Amongst them, none were more proud than Wu Jin’s fan support group.

“?? Contestant Wu, do you still remember that you’re a professional player in survival shows!”

“My son was hugging a classical guitar and singing seriously in the Crosson Show, and now he’s going to roar at a music festival!”

“––I’ve clearly only spent a year with my son, but why do I feel like I’ve raised my son up from 9 to 20?! Introducing the cutest Little Witch in the world! He can fire guns, shoot arrows, sing and dance well, and he’s also soft and fluffy!”

At the same time, as White Moonlight’s professional player Wu Jin’s side business rose up, it also pushed the Scarf CP into a good situation.

The survival show demon king Wei Shi who killed buddhas and gods x gorgeous beauty of the team and singer Wu Jin instantly became a hot topic. In fact, after Wu Jin showed his amazing command talent in the mid-season finals, the Scarf CP was no longer a one-sided blood sucking situation.

There was only a small group of haters left on the Azure Edge forums doing sit-ups from their coffin boards:

“Whose song did Wu Jin buy and hang his name on?”

“With just the music track and no image, maybe he can’t even mouth the words in sync?”

The crowd on the forums ignored it all.

They even diverged to other topics.

“Speaking of which, out of the Crosson Show graduates. Some are in women’s clothing, some are singing, and some are in documentaries&#k2013;&#k2013;where has God Wei been during this period of time?”

In the afternoon, the mountain haze was scattered by sunlight.

The Civet Music Festival covered an entire valley, and the White Moonlight Battle Team entered through the staff passage.

The waiting seats here were all for ‘guests’. There were strange and mysterious joint guests like the White Moonlight team, and there were also industry leaders invited as special guests, and small unknown singers who’d come to show their faces and get some exposure.

Wu Jin was holding his instrument and extremely excited. The staff only glanced at them once. They didn’t recognize them and therefore grouped them up with a crowd of small singers.

Caesar sat down on the plastic chair, causing it to creak, and the frail little singers all stepped back! There were some people amongst them who recognized the White Moonlight Battle Team and enthusiastically came up to chat.

At the front of the stage, the audience members arrived one after another, and there were bands who’d already begun to play enthusiastically.

Wu Jin listened to a few songs, but he was already a little nervous. The music arrangements in the 31st century were different from those in the 21st century; the segmentation of verses was stronger, and the live music was fancier.

When it was almost time for White Moonlight to go up onto the stage, Wu Jin waved to his teammates and went to the back to adjust his state.

Wu Jin took out the electric guitar and skillfully slung it on his back.

The little singer beside him was surprised, “You… you really play your own accompaniment?”

Wu Jin laughed, “It’s only enough for a live performance. If it’s for a recording, there’ll need to be post-production.”

The little singer gave him a thumbs up, amazing! Not only could he sing and write, he could even fight…

Wu Jin walked out and sang a chorus to himself to get a feel for it.

There were people doing all sorts of things in the guest area at the back, so Wu Jin’s actions didn’t stand out. Even so, the 21st century guitar was still eye-catching.

A short while later, a young man came over, staring at Wu Jin’s face. After looking at him, he looked at the guitar, “What’s that.”

Wu Jin was very honest, “Electric guitar.”

That person reached out, “I’ll give it a try.”

Wu Jin was curious. It was rare to encounter anyone who could play an electronic instrument from 10 centuries ago.

Wu Jin handed over the guitar and was just about to hand over the headphones for listening when the person messily strummed twice, with great effort, “Why isn’t it making any sound?”

Wu Jin: “……” My guitar! Give me back my guitar!

Wu Jin snatched the guitar back and headed in another direction to continue playing.

The youth leaned in, “Which entertainment company are you from? Speak! What’s your name? Do you want to be popular? Do you know who I am?”

Wu Jin was at the end of his patience as he took off his headphones.

From behind him, the little singer who’d been talking to Wu Jin was speaking to someone else, “Yes, Wu Jin headed this way…”

The two people’s steps stopped suddenly.

In the distance, the young man in front of Wu Jin was still nagging and showing off, “Give me your business card, I’ll support you if you follow me. Do you understand what I’m saying, hey, you…”

Wu Jin’s muscles slowly tensed up as he opened his mouth coldly to refuse.

However, this person refused to give up. Seeing that Wu Jin’s aura didn’t hold any aggressiveness, he started to make a direct move, “Come here, be obedient.”

Wu Jin dodged in a flash, set down his guitar, and clenched his fists.

From behind him, the little singer’s heart thudded.

It was over. This rich second generation was well-known in the circle, but Wu Jin could sing and write and could even fight…

However, even before he could react, the man beside him suddenly rushed out. The air pressure around him was frightening, and he headed straight at the rich second generation!

The little singer: Oh no. This was the real fighter; there was no need for a ‘could even’ in front of the description.

The little singer was thinking to himself that the Floating City captain and White Moonlight’s assault position player really had a good relationship. Then, he called out and quickly tried to persuade them not to fight, “Captain Wei, don’t fight, don’t fight. If there’s anything, we can go and find the security guards to solve the problem––”

Wei Shi’s attack didn’t seem heavy, but the person who’d tried to play around with Wu Jin screamed shrilly and covered his wrist, unable to speak

At this time, the stage managers behind the stage were urging the ‘White Moonlight Band’ to prepare. Seeing that the logistics team was about to head out, Wei Shi suddenly held Wu Jin’s shoulder, his face expressionless as he kissed the youth’s lips like an oath, swearing sovereignty.

The little singer, the rich second generation who’d just been beaten up, and the staff who’d come to call them over: “……”

Wu Jin pulled Wei Shi with him as he ran towards the preparation area, “Don’t hit him too hard, I’m about to sing. Will you be able to squeeze into the audience––?”

From behind them, the young man who’d been knocked down to the ground cursed at Wei Shi’s back even as the staff members carefully helped him up.

The young man: “Who is he? Go and check for me. Where’s security? You guys are just standing there and not calling the police?”

The staff answered him truthfully, “That was President Wei, the director of Floating City Entertainment… Let’s not call the police, what do you think? How about just… talking it out with Floating City Entertainment…?”

The young man: “……”

The little singer who’d been listening to everything from the corner was still struck silly by Wu Jin and Wei Shi’s relationship. At this time, he felt like he’d just heard another piece of thunderous news, “!!!”

At the front of the Civet Music Festival, Wu Jin struggled to make his way through the crowd and meet up with White Moonlight.

Vice-captain Chen, who’d come to find Wu Jin, hadn’t noticed anything different, but Caesar was already exclaiming exaggeratedly, “Holy shit, you really know how to play! Young people are full of energy––”

Wu Jin quickly pursed his lips and looked left and right, avoiding their gazes.

Zoe slapped Caesar on the back, “If you could have this f*cking level of observation when you’re playing in a game and investigating the enemy’s situation, we’d be first in the division! Hurry up!”

They made their way from the narrow passageway to the stage with the correct number. The sunlight was dazzling to their eyes.

Wen Lin and Chen Xiran had clearly done some preparation, but the Vice-captain Chen who wasn’t even scared of Lin Jue was obviously nervous. They were followed by Zoe, Caesar, their scout, and two players in the rotation. They had their hands in their pockets and acted like it was no different from an outing. When they saw the audience, they waved freely.

The DJ gave them a spin, and the MC at the front introduced them passionately, “Next, let’s invite our special guests, Azure competition zone’s seeded battle team for the Interstellar Survival Star League––White Mooooonlight!”

Wu Jin hiccuped.

Wen Lin was startled, “Little Witch, don’t be nervous! Ah, go to the front and stand in line with Caesar.”

Wu Jin quickly went to stand beside Caesar.

Caesar giggled foolishly, “So many people, heeheehee….”

Beneath the stage, the survival show watchers that made up 1/5th of the music festival audience were pleasantly surprised and broke out in enthusiastic cheers. The virtual screen above the stage showed a fast forward of a series of highlights from the team in the jungle, radioactive ruins, castles, barren sand dunes, and so on. Soon, the remaining 4/5s of the audience also made gestures of respect for these warriors.

There was no more nonsense on the stage. The DJ directly gave the prelude to the song.

Wu Jin took a deep breath, bowed his head, and pressed his right hand against the strings.

“Please give me the courage to shake my wings, the eagle hovering over the field. The glory starts here, and goes towards the boundless stars––”

From behind him, Caesar picked up the mic and howled wildly, and Wen Lin connected up with his chorus. The backup singers that the organizers had prepared for them bellowed out a harmony, and after singing two paragraphs of flow, the crowd had already joined in with the singing.

The huge outdoor stage was filled with torrents of music.

A second before the arrival of the climax, the youth raised his head high against the scorching sun, and his right hand that was also covered in gun calluses swept across the strings like a shadow.

Knives and guns and fire, and they walked together shoulder to shoulder.

The audience under the stage was following the simple roar and chant that required no skill and could easily mobilize their emotions. More and more people were roaring along with Wu Jin.

Some members of the audience shouted excitedly, “White Moonlight, Star League, goooo!!”

On the stage, Wu Jin had a brilliant smile on his face.

White Moonlight’s performance at the festival was far beyond the organizers’ expectations.

After they came down from the stage, some people even asked if they were an entertainment group who’d switched to become a survival show group, or if they were a survival show group who were switching to become a band.

At the edge of the stage, Caesar dived down into the crowd. Several big men weighing over 300 pounds quickly caught him, and instantly crowded around him. Zoe led Wen Lin through the crowd to play pogo, and Chen Xiran went to look at the wall showcasing traditional music festival programs.

Survival show fans were still screaming excitedly beneath the stage.

It had been a pleasant surprise to the audience to have a survival show team appear at the music festival, but for fans of survival shows, it was a wonderful surprise to the max. The crowd continued to make their way towards White Moonlight, and Wu Jin signed autographs and took group photos seriously. When he was done, Wei Shi called to pick him up.

Wei Shi: “Let’s go.”

Wu Jin waved to the fans, then walked off into the distance with the Floating City captain.

The crowd was slightly stunned, and then someone recognized who he was, “Wei Shi? Captain Wei came, too?”

“Isn’t the person beside Wu Jin––”

The door to the suspension car closed.

The autopilot turned on.

Wei Shi tossed a guitar to Wu Jin.

It was a folk guitar, the one that Wu Jin had bought in Azure Cosmos back then.

Wu Jin tuned the strings and found the feel for it.

Just now, he’d sung for the music festival. Now, he would sing for this man alone.

Wu Jin: “Which song?”

Wei Shi didn’t give any indicators.

Wu Jin laughed cheekily.

Then, he expanded the space in the front sea, held the guitar and bowed his head, like he had when he sang to Wei Shi in the underground bar.

“Gunpoint butterflies~ Day and night in the training room.”

“Dreams are clear yet destroyed, working ever harder, to avoid being separated from you…”

“Brother Wei, I’m done singing. You should reciprocate!”

“Brother Wei, I want to hear you rap!”

Wei Shi: “You want to hear rap?”

Wei Shi pulled the person in the co-pilot seat into his arms, and the speed of the suspension car suddenly increased. Wu Jin struggled hard, breathing unsteadily, “Ah, ah ah, ahhhh, aren’t we still in the car! Don’t, don’t, don’tdon’tdon’t-–”

xiin: Wu Jin’s ‘rap’ lmao~