CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol
Chapter 87 - 85 Audience Affinity

Chapter 87: Chapter 85 Audience Affinity

"Fangxin, it’s almost our turn," reminded Wang Meilan, one of the twins.

"Ah!" Lv Fangxin, who had been watching the commotion the whole time, suddenly felt her heart pounding.

She had no idea what was happening to her. She wasn’t nervous at all, so why was there suddenly a feeling of fear?

Before she realized it, tears started streaming down her face.

At that moment, the other members of the group were completely stunned, unable to understand what was going on with her.

"Fangxin, why are you crying?" asked Wang Meizhu, lightly patting her on the back to console her.

"I don’t know... I just feel like crying."

At this point, the cameraman backstage aimed the camera directly at her face for filming.

They could tell that this girl’s tears were genuine, not an act.

"I’m not relying on just my looks to be here—I need to work harder," Lv Fangxin pouted slightly and said with determination.

She realized that relying solely on her looks would lead to nothing; she’d only be a background character.

Seated behind her was Chen Afen from Global Music, who raised her eyes disdainfully with a mocking expression.

She thought Lv Fangxin was just putting on an act for the cameras!

Looks? She had looks too. Plus, she had a voice that these tone-deaf nobodies couldn’t dream of. She had graduated from an accredited foreign music academy—what did these country bumpkins amount to?

In the monitoring room, Yang Xiaoyue watched the scene and found it quite amusing.

This girl had something special. Other people cry out of joy or emotion; her tears seemed utterly inexplicable.

And the outfit she wore to today’s competition? Clearly one of those picks from a roadside stall.

Years of experience in the industry told her that this girl had potential. She instructed the cameraman to capture more close-ups of her.

Simultaneously, she suggested that the mentors improvise a bit and throw this little group some conversational cues.

It was also a way to do an old friend a favor.

Once the group stepped on stage, Long Zitao, as the host, kicked things off: "Are the sister and the brother part of the same family?"

As soon as he uttered this, laughter erupted from the trainees’ seating area behind him.

Long Zitao was so embarrassed that he almost fell flat on the table.

Zhang Wei quickly jumped in to help him out. As a father, he also recalled his own two daughters: "Do you love your daddy or your mommy more?"

Meilan and Meizhu hesitated briefly. Pure at heart, they actually preferred their mom, but seeing Zhang Wei’s warm paternal smile, they instinctively answered, "Daddy!"

Tian Jiaxuan, concerned someone might misconstrue this moment, explained earnestly, "Wei just became a father not long ago—he’s got twin daughters."

Hearing this, Meilan and Meizhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Long Zitao continued asking, "Anything else you’d like to share?"

This was one of Long Zitao’s better qualities—he understood how editing worked, knowing that the final cut of any scene would be much shorter than the recording itself.

So, the self-introduction segment was crucial.

Experienced groups would always prepare witty lines for each member.

For instance, Lv Fangxin often introduced herself as "Tall and mighty Lv Fangxin."

However, Fangxin’s group was woefully inexperienced, and everyone simply shook their heads simultaneously.

Watching this unfold, Ye Yuwei felt anxious from afar. Stage experience was something that could only be built gradually by oneself.

Perhaps sensing Ye Yuwei’s nervous gaze, Lv Fangxin suddenly blurted out, "I am... the hope of our entire village."

She turned beet red after saying that.

Fangxin often fantasized about making it big, returning to her village triumphant, showing off to her parents, and being revered by even the village chief.

She imagined herself confidently saying, "I’ll fund the construction of new roads."

Ye Yuwei nearly buried her head in her hands after hearing that. "What kind of line was that?!"

What she didn’t know was that while this sentence might not mean much to women, it could spark interest among men.

Some girls naturally attract female fans, while others naturally pull male fans.

Clearly, Lv Fangxin belonged to the latter.

Just as all the girls present thought the questioning had wrapped up, Long Zitao, intrigued, asked again, "So, are you the village beauty?"

Zhang Wei followed up, "You seem so interesting—like Little Swallow!"

Hearing this, Lv Fangxin frowned. Since childhood, her dream was to become a big-time celebrity—a queen-like figure: "But I prefer Fan Bingbing."

Zhang Wei froze, unsure how to respond. The conversation couldn’t continue.

While Little Swallow might be endearing, Fan Bingbing was off-limits for discussion.

Fortunately, Lv Fangxin was still an amateur. If she’d been a professional artist, that comment could have marked the end of her career.

This discrepancy revealed the difference in aesthetics between men and women.

Men generally love girls like Little Swallow—cute and a bit silly—but most women aspire to be captivating, powerful figures who command attention.

Luo Junxiang immediately sensed something inappropriate in Fangxin’s comment and coldly said, "Let’s start the performance!"

Once the music began, the crowd watched as these admittedly good-looking girls delivered a performance that fell far below expectations.

Luo Junxiang and Long Zitao found themselves struggling to endure it.

While some previous groups had also been subpar, this group was beyond bad. Were they seriously counting beats while dancing?

And they weren’t just counting beats—they were doing it while attempting cute poses! The mentors couldn’t help but laugh.

Of course, this wasn’t malicious laughter.

It was the kind of laughter you’d let out when watching beautiful, clueless girls make silly mistakes.

Long Zitao and the others found Fangxin utterly entertaining.

She felt like a completely unspoiled, innocent little cabbage.

In the eyes of Hu Binbin and Zhang Wei, both seasoned pros, neither Yang Ni nor Fu Xiaoyu’s singing and dancing earlier were all that impressive.

The general audience might think their performances were decent, bolstered by stage lighting and sound systems. But on a purely professional level? It was average at best.

If someone could hit a high note, pull off a flip, or execute splits, now that would showcase talent.

In reality, their professional level could merely be considered basic and was worlds apart from truly skilled singers and dancers.

Without natural talent, no amount of practice would take them much further. At their age, their capacity to improve was limited—unless they were prodigies.

Looking back at the earlier acts, if not for the paycheck, the mentors would’ve tuned them out.

Singing and dancing auditions were typically brief—just a few seconds were enough to judge one’s competence.

But when they saw someone as amusing as Lv Fangxin, their earlier frustrations melted away.

She was like a delightful little interlude for them.

After Fangxin’s performance, Long Zitao asked her seriously, "What kind of opportunity brought you to this stage?"

"It’s... uh... I went to find a job, and my boss thought highly of me... So, I came to audition with my friends. At the time, there were over forty women sitting there..."

At this point, Fangxin’s mind blanked out completely. Overcome with excitement, she began sobbing uncontrollably.

The female contestants on stage treated it as a total joke. To them, she was cannon fodder.

The mentors, however, adopted a more "spectator" mentality. "What was that boss even thinking to bring this girl—tone-deaf, dance-challenged, with no connections—onto such a major show?"

Seeing Fangxin’s distress, Wang Meizhu couldn’t bear to let her friend endure such embarrassment; she gently corrected, "It was forty girls."

"Right, forty girls. And then I was picked. At the time, I kept wondering, how could I possibly get selected? Most girl group members are like that, their legs super long!" Fangxin said, gesturing animatedly.

Luo Junxiang couldn’t help but laugh and quip, "What you’re describing isn’t for forming girl groups—it’s for breaking world records!"

Ye Yuwei and Lu Bingbing exchanged a glance.

Both read the same shock in each other’s eyes—this was practically an Afen clone.

But Fangxin possessed something more pure and rational, plus an inexplicable quality that endeared her to audiences.

Lv Fangxin was practically a natural-born master of on-screen charisma.

Other girls might see Fangxin as a ditzy idiot, but to Ye Yuwei and Lu Bingbing, she was a diamond in the rough—a girl who would leap at any chance to break through.

In Hanoi, only contestants capable of commanding the stage with brilliant charisma could truly captivate the audience.

As the auditorium erupted in laughter, Fangxin wished for the ground to swallow her whole.

Luo Junxiang spoke with great sincerity: "You know, you have one incredible trait—charisma with audiences."

For performers, audience appeal was priceless. With it, you were destined for stardom—it was the hallmark of a born star.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.