Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!-Chapter 790: Formation Night

In a Daoist temple on the outskirts of the city.

Xu Mei sat on a meditation cushion, muttering under his breath.

Opposite him knelt a couple, both dressed remarkably well.

"Master, thanks to you we safely got through this crisis."

"Yes, master, you finally returned from your travels. Don’t worry, we will cover all the incense money for Ziyang Palace this year!"

Xu Mei twirled his beard, about to speak, when suddenly a dull pain throbbed in his chest.

He almost fell off the cushion and it took him long to stabilize himself, barely managing to summon the energy to say:

"In that case... you should leave quickly, I need to close up for a while..."

The couple, very obedient to Xu Mei’s words, did not dare to delay and quickly left after bowing.

Once the door closed, Xu Mei could no longer hold himself up and, clutching his chest, he vomited a mouthful of black blood with a "wah."

His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Especially his left arm.

When he rolled up his sleeve to check, the veins in half of his arm had almost turned black.

Veins on his forehead bulged, his discomfort intensifying.

With a slight pinch of his fingers, he understood the reason—

His curse had actually been discovered and broken?!

There was actually such a powerful person in the Capital?!

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The night of forming groups was approaching, and "Youth Trainee" had reached its peak popularity, exploding with several trending topics every day.

Xi Yang’s disqualification made Jiang Shixu the biggest dark horse.

His live streams were packed with hundreds of thousands of viewers every day.

This also invisibly added a lot of pressure on him, since if he failed to produce good work, many would be disappointed.

Thus, he practiced even harder, waking early and retiring late.

This only made his fans more worried.

The competition had reached a point where only thirty trainees were left.

Next week was the night of the groups being formed, and who would stay and leave was about to be decided.

The night of forming groups allowed for external support, and all thirty were pulling out all the stops, scouring the industry to bring in experts to rehearse with them.

Although the seeded contestant Xi Yang was gone,

the others were still very competitive.

For example, the mixed-race trainee Adam, ranked high in popularity charts, had brought over a famous rock band from abroad, playing powerful tunes in the practice room every day. The stage hadn’t even started, but the anticipation was already maxed out.

Ling Bei had called over a friend who had already debuted—last year’s "Youth Trainee" center position—to cheer him on.

Others relied on connections to bring in popular singers, some even invited a whole girl group to match their performance.

Even the least serious, Chen Taifan, had invited a renowned pianist to perform.

All except Jiang Shixu.

Ever since the notification for the night of the groups had been released, he had been going in and out of the practice room alone.

This worried his fans terribly.

"Could Shiguang really not have found a partner yet? Why isn’t he worried at all?"

"Could he really have no partner? He is Shen Lan’s son after all, and Shen Lan used to be God Jiang’s manager. What big shot doesn’t she know?"

"Either Shen Lan is notoriously ruthless, or just really doesn’t want to help her own son in the audition."

"Shiguang isn’t planning to perform solo, is he? He’d get crushed in an instant, we can’t let C be taken away from us."

"Haha, funny you should say that, the final results aren’t even out yet and your family already took C back, didn’t they?"

"Yeah, I think Adam has a lot of potential too. He can both sing and dance."

Jiang Shixu seemed to automatically shut out the online critiques, continuing to come and go from the rehearsal room without a hurry.

Even on a sunny afternoon, he pulled out a brand new instrument from his bag—a erhu.

It was Jiang Li who had just sent it to him, asking him to practice it well according to the musical score.

Jiang Shixu trusted Jiang Li to the utmost, and without any hesitation, he began to play.

He had dabbled in erhu before and, coupled with his extraordinary talent, he had become quite good after just one day.

"Awesome, worthy of the former instrumental prince on Quyin."

"It sounds so good, he plays the erhu so well... wait, Shiguang isn’t planning to perform the erhu on finals night, is he?!"

"While everyone else is rocking out, he’s going to play the erhu???"

"Um... although it sounds good, if he performs this on finals night, the votes will definitely be low."

For a time, Jiang Shixu’s fans fell into a slump.

In their view, even if Jiang Shixu’s personal skills were outstanding, without a good stage performance, he would still not surpass other contestants.

Soon, the exciting day arrived.

Two days before the New Year, Taiqi Entertainment had booked the entire Jingcheng Stadium for the finals night stage.

Inside and outside the venue, it was bustling as if it were already New Year’s Eve.

Jiang Li had received VIP passes sent by Chen Qijun and had arranged for the Jiang Family members to arrive early.

Even Jiang Mingchuan was brought along.

Being accustomed to the office, it was his first time in such a crowded and noisy venue, and he obviously felt uncomfortable.

As soon as he sat down, he straightened his suit and sighed, "Ah, the last time I was at an event like this was ten years ago when I skipped class to attend my second brother’s concert... Eh, where’s the second brother?"

Jiang Li sat behind him and sighed softly.

"Uncle Three, why are you dressed so formally to a concert?"

Jiang Mingchuan didn’t see any issue with his attire, "This is my most expensive suit. Wouldn’t wearing it to watch my nephew’s concert make it even more grand?"

Jiang Li: "...."

It was quite grand.

Almost overly so.

Especially compared to the young girls next to him who were wearing exquisite makeup, delicate dresses, and holding various support light sticks.

He completely stood out.

Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng repeatedly complained.

"Sister, can you please take care of your brother? He’s been sleeping since we got here!"

While complaining, Jiang Cheng disdainfully pushed Jiang Yan’s head, which was leaning on his shoulder, to the other side.

Jiang Li really didn’t say anything this time.

After all, the filming of "Doomsday Beehive" had sped up, and even after staying up several nights, Jiang Yan still came to the finals night; not bringing a bed was already giving the organizers face.

Next, Old Sir Jiang also shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"I said I should have just watched it at home, but you all insisted on dragging me here, and now my head is about to explode from the noise."

Lin Manru could only comfort him from the side, "Dad, it’s Shixu’s finals night, and they specially prepared tickets for us. Naturally, it’s best to see it live. A year ago he was too shy to even greet people, and now he can perform in front of so many. Don’t you want to see how much your grandson has progressed?"

Jiang Zhao Yuan hummed and did not respond, but his eyes anxiously glanced towards the stage.