The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

"Good evening everyone at the scene and in front of the TV. Today, we finally ushered in the long-awaited final. So before the show starts, are you curious what your favorite contestants are doing? Now , I will take everyone into the backstage to see what the players are doing at this time?"

There was still half an hour before the show started, and the venue was already full. In order to prevent everyone from being bored, the host volunteered to go on stage, and then took the cameraman to the backstage where the contestants were resting.

His actions immediately aroused everyone's interest, and their eyes were fixed on the big screen in the center of the stage. They also wanted to know what the idols under the stage were like.

The lounges were arranged in the backstage according to the order of appearances. The first player to appear was male contestant No. 18. The host first stuck to the door and listened, and then said to the camera: "I really want to hear the sound of metal breaking through the air, I don't know what player No. 18 is doing, let's knock on the door and go in to see."

"Tuk tuk."

The host politely knocked on the door, and within a few seconds, the door was opened. Contestant No. 18 was wearing a hip-hop-style loose suit and holding a nunchaku in his hand. When he saw the host and the camera, he was busy greeting the host and the camera warmly.

"What were you doing just now?" the host asked.

"I'm playing nunchaku to release some pressure."

"Is it less stressful now?"

"It seems not!"

Contestant No. 18 smiled shyly and spoke the truth.

"Are you confident about the next game?"

"I guess there is!"

"Then come on!" The host clenched his fist with one hand to cheer him on, and then asked, "Who do you think has the greatest chance of winning the championship among the four of you?"

"Well... No. 88, he is really amazing, he is almost an all-round singer, as if no style can beat him, in fact, I am also his little fan!"

Speaking of No. 88, contestant No. 18 had a pure smile on his face, which made people laugh.

"Okay, since you will be the first player to play in a while, we won't take up too much of your time. The brief interview is over, and we will go to the next room."

The host continued to move forward, and the second female player to appear was No. 60.

As soon as I got to the door, I heard beautiful singing from inside.

"It seems that our Miss No. 60 is working hard!"

The host knocked on the door, contestant No. 60 opened the door, and smiled brightly when he saw the camera.

She is wearing a pure white slim dress today, with smooth lines outlining her perfect figure, her hands slightly folded in front of her lower abdomen, her whole body is dignified and elegant.

"What were you doing just now?"

"While there is still time, I practiced the competition song again."

"nervous?"

"Don't be nervous..." Contestant No. 60 smiled, "That's fake."

"If you're nervous, I'll teach you a trick. You laugh wildly at the camera three times, and I'm sure you won't be nervous right away."

Contestant No. 60 immediately waved her hand and refused. The national audience was in front of the camera, so she didn't want to do such exaggerated and imageless actions. She is an elegant little fairy!

"Predict who will win today."

"Of course it's the No. 88 player. He's been in the audition all the way, and he always gives people a refreshing feeling in every game. If he doesn't win the championship, it's just for heaven's sake."

Speaking of No. 88, No. 60 had a sweet smile on his lips.

"Looks like she's another fan of contestant No. 88. Alright, this is the end of the interview. Come on!"

The host led the cameraman to the next room, which was the lounge of player No. 88.