"Teacher Tong played at night for three days in a row, right?"

"Isn't that right? The shooting cycle is too busy. Fortunately, Teacher Tong is dedicated enough."

"Teacher Tong is really a perfect idol. He has a high professional level, a gentle and humble personality, and he never competes for anything -"

"Shh, Teacher Tong is going to have a rest. Let's go over there so we don't disturb him..."

…

Tong Ran was lying on the lazy chair on the set, pulled the blanket to a position 3cm above her chest, turned half sideways, revealing the most beautiful right half of her face.

Have a humble personality? Don’t fight or grab?

Haha, then I’m probably still picking up ashes among the extras now, right?

Tong Ran curled up the corners of her mouth silently and slowly closed her eyes...

"Tong Ran! What time is it? You are still hiding here sleeping. I have been looking for you for a long time!"

Who? So noisy.

"You are deaf, can't you hear me talking to you?"

Tong Ran opened her eyes with difficulty, only to feel a splitting headache.

He subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows and paused.

What he saw was not the studio he was familiar with, but a narrow corridor, with a strange man standing at the door with an unkind expression.

No, it doesn’t seem strange either?

Tong Ran found that there was an extra memory in her mind, belonging to another person's memory.

The owner of the memory is also called "Tong Ran". He is 18 years old and is participating in a men's team audition called "National Idol".

In the first few rounds of the competition, "Tong Ran" went smoothly and was firmly in the top three in popularity. But after the first performance, he didn't know which god he offended and was targeted inexplicably. First, someone online exposed all kinds of dirty information about him.

Moreover, the program team was not a good person and played hell editing. In the mixed doubles, he became the arrogant royal family in the audience's eyes who forced top players to speculate on CP, framed teammates, and cheated by cheating, and his ranking plummeted.

The sudden online violence and the subtle rejection by the trainees at the same time put great pressure on "Tong Ran", and she could only vent her emotions through self-abuse training.

But just before the third performance started, "Tong Ran" suddenly felt chest tightness and palpitations. She wanted to find a quiet place to breathe, but unexpectedly she died suddenly in the corridor.

But at this time, Tong Ran became "Tong Ran".

"..."

Realizing that he should, perhaps, possibly travel through time, a gentleman named Tong slowly closed his eyes.

"Tong Ran! What are you dawdling about? Do you still want to go on stage?"

Going on stage? Tong Ran's eyelids twitched, and she realized with horror that she was facing a big trouble - the third performance of the competition was about to begin, but he could neither sing nor dance. Was he going to be delayed on stage?

"In no mood."

"Then why don't you—" the election administrator's anger solidified on his face, "What?"

"I don't want to go on stage."

"..." The election administrator stepped over and grabbed his arm, "I don't want you to join, or else I'll wait for your poor company to go bankrupt!"

Along the way, Tong Ran didn't struggle and was dragged away like a sheep. He was still sorting out the memory of the original owner.

The memory is not coherent, mainly focusing on the three months since the competition, or major life events such as the death of a relative, signing a contract with a company, etc. The original owner's agency is indeed small and poor, and even the original owner's copyright fee for the song selection for the first stage was paid for.

I came here from the West and can't afford the liquidated damages...

Fortunately, he seems to have inherited the body memory of the original owner, and he seems to know how to sing and dance.

"What are you doing standing there dumbly? Come in."

When Tong Ran came to her senses, she found that she had reached the door of the preparation room without realizing it.

Seeing that he was in a daze, the election officer was extremely impatient, "You are lame and you still don't recognize the door? Do I need an eight-carat sedan to carry you?"

Tong Ran has been listening to this man quacking like a duck since he woke up. Ignore it, but he gets more and more excited and simply asks: "Is there an epidemic prevention station nearby?"

The election administrator didn't respond: "What?"

"I suggest you get a rabies vaccine."

After saying this, Tong Ran opened the door, and the suddenly amplified noise blocked the election administrator's unspoken curses.

The preparation room was very lively, and familiar trainees gathered together to chat. Some people noticed that Tong Ran was coming, but they were too lazy to say hello.

Tong Ran didn't care and sat in an empty row.

His sitting posture is straight and upright, with the line of his shoulders and neck extending into a sharp right angle, as if he is not at a talent show at this moment, but attending an important awards banquet.

A trainee came over. He had a standard baby face and spoke softly and softly: "Brother Xiaoran, why are you here? I see you don't look good. Are you too nervous?"

Tong Ran looked at the other party without leaving a trace, and silently reported the information about the baby face: Bei Yanan, eighteen years old, a teammate of the original owner San Gong and a c-position. He really got to the top through cpc speculation with the top, and he is also well versed in the art of tea.

He has brought the original lead's rhythm many times, providing a wealth of material for the program team to adapt.

Got it, F-level cannon fodder in a time-travel novel.

"I apply powder so thickly, but you can still tell that I don't look good?"

Bei Yanan was stunned for a moment, staring at Tong Ran's clown makeup that looked like a layer of powder on the wall. He waited for a few seconds before replying: "They said you don't look good."

"Who said that?" Tong Ran glanced at several nearby teammates intentionally or unintentionally.

Bei Yanan was really stuck this time, "Ah, yes, who said that? Haha, I just heard about it."

"Oh, who said it?"

"..."

Her ears were finally quiet, and Tong Ran curled her lips in satisfaction.

He nonchalantly arranged the complicated folds on his collar, rehearsing the stage in his mind - since he has decided to go on, he must win!

But at this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his consciousness: "It has been detected that the life of the deceased is about to return to zero. A magic show with a hundred spectators must be completed within one hour, otherwise you will definitely die."

Tong Ran:?

"Since the host has no magic foundation, this program has sent novice props and tutorials to the host's mailbox, please check."

Tong Ran: "..."

Although it is incredible, Tong Ran is not too surprised, and is even a little excited. Isn't this the standard golden finger for the time-traveling hero?

He tugged at his somewhat tight collar and tried to calm himself down: "According to our human etiquette, you should introduce yourself first."

"The full name of this program is the 'Great Magician App', which aims to cultivate the best and greatest magicians in each plane."

"So, I have one hour to live, unless I perform a magic trick to keep me alive?"

"This program has the obligation to remind the host that 36 seconds have passed and there are only 59 minutes and 14 seconds left before the host's death."

14+36 equals...?

Is Goldfinger this good? Tong Ran finally became nervous after realizing it. His plug-in seemed unreliable. But no matter how unreliable it was, he didn't dare to risk his life. "Where is the mailbox?"

A translucent app operation panel suddenly popped up in front of her eyes. Tong Ran's eyes narrowed slightly and she took a secret breath.

After that, Tong Ran kept cramming in relevant homework and didn't even notice that the competition had started.

Half an hour later, it was their turn to take the stage.

"come on!"

A group of trainees gathered in the waiting area, forming a circle and stacking hands to cheer up.

The piece they were going to perform today was called "Circus of Variations". The music style was brisk and the rhythm was lively. It could easily heat up the atmosphere if performed well. But Tong Ran was still a little apprehensive about the upcoming performance. On the way to the stage, she was in a trance.

Hear your own heartbeat.

But when the lights dimmed and the music started playing, he instantly relaxed - this was his show, and he was already accustomed to being in the spotlight.

Amid the screams in the audience, Tong Ran let go of her mind and let her body take charge of everything.

He instinctively moves to the rhythm of the music, and he can now easily complete actions that were impossible in the past. He, who has always been tone-deaf, can also hit a B4 high note in an instant.

But if you want to dominate the stage, professional ability alone is far from enough. Tongran's innate sense of camera and facial expression management that he has practiced for many years have exerted a huge advantage at this moment. As long as the camera scans him, he can always be the first to win.

Capture it instantly and give the most appropriate response.

The changes in his eyes, the arc of his smile, and all body language are turned into his weapons. Tong Ran is like a rapidly expanding nebula, trying his best to absorb all the visible light spots on the stage.

"Tongran seems a little different today?" Some instructors commented in the audience.

"Well, although the movements are not as standard as in the rehearsal, the state is very relaxed and the dance is very smooth."

"The expressiveness is also outstanding. Is he a C position?"

"No, the C position in their group seems to be Bei Yanan."

All the instructors were silent at the same time.

There are some things that are hard to say in front of the camera, as they are too offending, but I can’t help but think that this C-position has been completely transformed into a backup dancer by Tong Ran...

"oops--"
To be continued...