Variedades: O Top Abstrato que Começou em Taohuawu
Xu Xiu praticou durante dois anos e meio. Ao acordar de um sono, percebeu que tudo havia mudado. O programa de seleção foi cancelado e a empresa anunciou a dissolução. Justamente quando Xu Xiu pensava
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“I don’t get it, Teacher. Why did you invite Xu Xiu to join Peach Blossom Dock? He’s just a trainee who couldn’t debut. There are countless people more famous than him, and every one of them is better!”
“A-Wei, how many times do I have to tell you? When we’re outside, address me by my title. Call me Director Gao! Use your brain for once. The people more famous than him—are any of them as handsome? And which demographic is the easiest to monetize?”
The Xu Xiu they were discussing was currently standing there with half a watermelon cradled in his arms. He wore a white T-shirt emblazoned with the words:
“Don’t cry before my grave; you’ll dirty the road of my reincarnation.”
His ripped jeans bore another slogan on one leg:
“If you love, love deeply.”
And on the other:
“If you don’t love me, don’t hurt me.”
A “shamate” wig sat atop his head, its slanted fringe covering one eye. He wore flip-flops, and every two steps he gave his bangs an exaggerated toss.
When this image appeared on camera, the audience was instantly dumbfounded.
“Holy crap! Where have you brought our guy? Is this even still our country?”
“It’s back! It’s all back! My DNA is tingling. One person crying, true love invincible! If I weren’t bald, I’d absolutely get this haircut to match the occasion.”
“Wait, bro, are you really this abstract? I thought the performance art in the first season was abstract enough, but this rookie is a walking piece of abstract art!”
“Trash! Another attention seeker. What are you trying t