As soon as the host’s words landed, Zhen Shuang immediately threw a flirtatious glance at the older judges, stuck out her tongue, lightly licked her lips, and stared at them with spring in her eyes.
“Ooh, this little vixen is really something deadly.” The old fellows immediately began exchanging glances with Zhen Shuang.
“Judges, please hurry up and score!”
The host’s words suddenly snapped the old fellows back to their senses. Damn, they’d been so distracted by this little vixen’s seduction that they’d forgotten to score. They hurriedly lowered their heads and wrote their scores on the scoreboards.
Zhen Shuang stood on stage with a smile, quietly waiting for the judges to score, but she was already confident of victory in her heart.
Among the dozen or so judges, six of the older ones had all slept with her. As for the other judges, Ye Ziming had already put in a good word with most of them. Her championship was basically set in stone.
“Alright, judges, please reveal your scores!”
As soon as host Li Yue’s voice fell, the judges all raised their scoreboards.
Li Yue smiled and walked closer to look—and her smile immediately froze.
“This… how are they all so high? And the gap between the highest and lowest is so big?” But after all, she was a veteran host of many years. Though surprised inside, she showed nothing on her face.
“Remove the highest score of 99 and the lowest score of 81. Zhen Shuang’s final score is… 98.7!”
“Whoa!” As soon as Li Yue’s voice fell, it set off a huge uproar.
“Holy crap, that score is way too high, isn’t it?”
“No suspense now. The champion of this year’s Youth Singing Competition is definitely Zhen Shuang.”
“But something seems off here. Look at Zhao Ying—she only gave Zhen Shuang an 81. Why did the other judges all score so high?”
The audience immediately broke into heated discussion.
Lin Hai was also surprised, and it took him a while before he let out a laugh.
“Damn, what Zhen Shuang said earlier was actually true. There’s something fishy here.”
“Holy crap, I get it now!” Lin Hai looked at the several older judges and suddenly remembered that indecent scene he’d witnessed when he’d kicked open the door at Tianhui International Hotel that day. It all clicked instantly.
“Damn, if Xin Yue can’t win the championship because of this, wouldn’t that be way too unfair?” Lin Hai suddenly felt a bit worried.
“Bastards, these judges are all bastards!” Backstage, Luo Feng saw Zhen Shuang’s final score and nearly went insane with rage.
“These despicable ordinary mortals aren’t judging based on who sings better at all—they’re judging based on who’s sluttier and more flirtatious!” Luo Feng’s eyes were practically shooting fire. She could barely stop herself from running onto the stage and beating the crap out of those judges!
“President Wang, should we sign this Zhen Shuang or not?” In the broadcast room, Xiao Liu asked when he saw Zhen Shuang’s score was even higher than Luo Feng’s.
Earlier, President Wang had said that no matter the cost, they had to sign Luo Feng. So this Zhen Shuang, who scored even higher than Luo Feng—there should be no reason not to sign her, right?
“Her? Pfft!” Wang Long sneered disdainfully. “If we were shooting an adult film, she’d be a good signing.”
“Uh…” Xiao Liu was dumbfounded, not knowing what Wang Long meant.
“So, President Wang, we’re not signing her?” Xiao Liu asked cautiously.
“No. She doesn’t even qualify to enter Huaxia Star.” Wang Long propped both feet up on the table in front of him and spoke casually.
“Okay, President Wang.” Although he didn’t know why Wang Long wouldn’t sign the contestant with the highest score so far, Xiao Liu didn’t dare ask further. He retreated to the side with a face full of confusion.
“Thank you, judges, thank you everyone!” Zhen Shuang saw her score and her face lit up with joy. She hurriedly bowed repeatedly to the judges and the audience, then swayed her little butt and walked off.
Zhao Ying frowned deeply as she watched Zhen Shuang leave, feeling displeased.
What was going on? She’d clearly sung quite ordinarily, so why did she get such a high score?
Zhao Ying couldn’t help but cast dissatisfied looks at the other judges.
But when she saw those older judges all staring lecherously at Zhen Shuang’s swaying little butt and swallowing their saliva, she understood immediately.
“Hmph, a bunch of old perverts!” Zhao Ying turned her head away in anger, feeling thoroughly annoyed.
If this was how it was going to be, what was even the point of this Youth Singing Competition?
“Oh, Xin Yue, how did I sing just now? Not bad, right?” As soon as she returned backstage, Zhen Shuang walked up to Liu Xin Yue and said smugly.
“Hmph.” Liu Xin Yue snorted coldly and ignored her.
“Ah, Xin Yue, I’m really sorry. I only realized after I’d already registered that I’d chosen the same song as you. If I’d known you were also singing ‘The Most Romantic Thing,’ I would have picked a different one.” Zhen Shuang shook her head with a look of regret.
Liu Xin Yue felt nothing but contempt.
Everyone in the department practically knew you practiced “The Most Romantic Thing” in the voice room every day—and you’re telling me you didn’t know? What a show-off!
“But then again, this works out fine. Singing the same song makes it a real comparison. That way, when I win the championship, you’ll be truly convinced. Don’t you think so, Xin Yue?” Zhen Shuang asked Liu Xin Yue with a smug smile.
“The championship? Isn’t it a bit early for you to be saying that?” Liu Xin Yue looked at Zhen Shuang coldly and shot back.
“Oh, seems like you’re still not convinced? Didn’t you see how high my score was? No champion in the history of the Youth Singing Competition has ever reached this score, have they? Are you still harboring fantasies?” Zhen Shuang shook her head disdainfully.
“Xin Yue, I advise you not to be foolish. I said long ago that this championship is mine. No matter how much you practice, it’s useless. And besides—”
Zhen Shuang suddenly lowered her voice and leaned close to Liu Xin Yue’s ear.
“I chose the same song as you specifically so I could defeat you at the Youth Singing Competition and humiliate you properly. So everyone can see that I, Zhen Shuang, am far superior to you. You understand now? Hahaha!”
Zhen Shuang’s expression suddenly turned savage, and she laughed wildly with extreme arrogance.
“You little slut, enjoy your smugness while you can!” Just as Zhen Shuang was laughing, a foot suddenly flew in from behind and sent her sprawling face-first onto the ground.
“Ouch, who the hell kicked me!” Zhen Shuang grimaced in pain and turned her head to look—and there was Luo Feng, glaring at her furiously.
“Are you insane or what, you bitch!” Zhen Shuang roared at Luo Feng.
“Damn it, I sing way better than you! What gives you the right to score higher than me? Just because you’re sluttier and flirtier than me? I’m gonna strip you naked today, you little tramp!”
With that, Luo Feng pounced, straddling Zhen Shuang’s body.
“Ouch, let go of me, you psycho!” Zhen Shuang struggled and cursed, but Luo Feng’s strength was surprisingly immense—no matter how Zhen Shuang struggled, it was utterly useless.
“I’ll teach you to be slutty, to be flirtatious! To score higher than me!” Luo Feng’s hands flew everywhere, grabbing at Zhen Shuang’s clothes and tearing at them furiously.
“Ah! Let go of me, are you crazy?! Help! Security! Security!” Zhen Shuang watched her clothes being torn off strip by strip, about to expose herself, and screamed in panic!
“Hey! Let go of that girl!” Suddenly, a shout came from behind!
