SB: Chapter 12.1

The production team has gained sponsorship from a wealthy patron, which has significantly boosted their energy and morale. The assistant director called Qiu Qiu over the phone, instructing him to get ready to shoot promotional photos with all the contestants who entered the competition's semi-finals.

As of now, all the photos submitted by participating contestants on the official website have been prepared by themselves.

 There are various styles of photos ranging from artistic shots to sexy photos, swimsuit photos, and fitness photos. Qiu Qiu was foolish and directly handed in a two-inch headshot photo.

But Qiu Qiu's natural beauty couldn't be resisted. Among all the strange and fancy photos, that blue-background passport-style photo attracted the attention of the vast majority. In the photo, Qiu Qiu had a smile on his lips, his brows were relaxed, and his eyes seemed to be full of spring light.

Originally, the production team didn't have much money, and even the promotional webpage was very crude. The official website was merely a subdomain hosted under a video website, and to view the details, one needed to navigate through pop-up ads on the main website. When Qiu Qiu went to the website for the first time, he thought it was a phishing website.

But now, with the capital injection from Enrui Group, the production team had the resources, manpower, and time to do some tricks. They decided to gather all the semi-final contestants together and take a set of uniformly styled promotional photos for them.

The website owner has a very good plan:- When the time comes, putting Qiu Qiu, who looks the best, in the center of the visual field will definitely attract the attention of the audience.

 Hey, Hey, why is it a talent contest and not a beauty contest, otherwise Qiu Qiu would have been the champion.

... ...

On the weekend of the photo shoot, Qiu Qiu woke up early, and set off two hours in advance, changed trains several times, and finally arrived at the photography studio for the shoot.

Other than him, no contestant chose public transportation, even the worst went by taxi. Qiu Qiu has been so poor recently, his part-time job money has yet to arrive, and he doesn't want to ask his parents for money, so he could only carry his guitar and squeeze onto the subway.

Fortunately, it was the weekend and there were not many people on the train. With one hand protecting the wig on his head and the other protecting the guitar, he stumbled to his destination.

 When he arrived, most of the other contestants had arrived and the staff led him to the waiting area, where he could find a chair to rest.

A total of ten contestants entered the competition's semi-finals. Since Qiu Qiu was directly promoted with a pass card and hadn’t participated in the elimination rounds, he did not recognize any of the contestants. Some of the contestants who were already acquainted were chatting with each other. When Qiu Qiu arrived, many people stared at him openly scrutinizing him, as if assessing his threat level.

There were a few whispers around the room: "I heard he's a top student and heartthrob from A University."..." Well, he looks good, but I wonder how well he sings."

,"... ...still a student. If you're a student, why are you making such a fuss, just go back to your studies... ..."

'What's wrong with students?'* 'Fresh meat is all the rage these days, and not to mention students, there's a kid over there who hasn't started school yet."

Qiu Qiu doesn't mind others gossiping about him—he's used to girls secretly taking pictures of him as he walks through the school. Getting stopped and handed love letters is a routine occurrence for him, but he is very interested in the other contestant they mentioned.

Qiu Qiu quickly found the "not yet in school" kid. He was a boy of about five years old, with a bowl cut, bangs neatly trimmed, and a face as tender as a glutinous rice ball, like a girl.

He was wearing a T-shirt with Peppa Pig printed on it, and his shorts revealed two chubby legs resembling lotus roots. There were many bruises on his knees. He seemed to be a flat-ground wrestler.

The little boy sat against the wall, with a contestant badge hanging on his chest. He was playing a game on his iPad and when he reached less critical points in the game he would scratch his chin distractedly.