PDLP Chapter 373 also involved him personally.
Chapter 373 also involved him personally.
"Shoddy work!"
Chen You pointed at the stage, his face full of indignation, his voice clearly carrying throughout the entire central square.
"Do you think being an idol is so easy?"
His cold gaze swept over the strangely dressed players and NPCs below the stage.
"Without perfect sound, light, and electricity coordination, and without professionally refined costumes, props, and sets, your performance is nothing more than a clown's carnival!"
The square was deathly silent.
The players looked at each other in bewilderment.
"What the wandering spirit said seems to make some sense," an elf muttered to himself.
"Indeed, this lousy tin platform is of very poor quality; look, there's even a dent in the middle," the dwarf next to him chimed in.
"Unconditional support for the God of Travel!"
The NPCs were even more intimidated by Chen You's aura, and one by one they looked down at their rough linen clothes or tattered armor.
Sander frowned and took a step forward with his massive body.
"Honorary Lord!" Sander said in a deep voice, "Art is pure! It doesn't need those hypocritical embellishments! My two and a half years..."
Chen You looked at the dark brown face so close to his face and his lips twitched.
He leaned forward slightly and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Do you want to be in the center position?"
Sander was stunned; his passionate enthusiasm was instantly choked up by those words.
"Your four-step layup, while technically skillful, lacks soul," Chen You said rapidly, his tone revealing a unique sense of professionalism.
"If you force yourself to go on stage today and get eliminated by those three judges who only care about looks, you can forget about ever debuting."
Sander's breathing became heavy, and his eyes widened behind his sunglasses.
"It's canceled tonight." Chen You patted her arm, which was as strong as a steel plate.
"I'll give you special coaching and personally conduct pre-match training. I guarantee you'll amaze everyone tomorrow."
Sander's body trembled violently.
She looked down at Chen You, the resistance in her eyes quickly melting away, replaced by a fervent anticipation of a bright future.
"Really...really?"
"When have I ever lied to you?" Chen You withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and adopted a mysterious and unfathomable posture.
Sander suddenly sat up straight and turned to face the entire arena.
"The Honorary City Lord is right!" Her voice boomed, causing nearby players to cover their ears.
"We cannot desecrate art! The organizers' inadequate preparation is my fault!"
She waved her hand, creating a gust of wind.
"I hereby announce that 'Star Source Voice' is postponed to tomorrow night at 8 PM! All contestants, go back and prepare your performances! Dismissed!"
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
But soon, dissenting voices arose among the players.
"As expected of a wandering god, this is true perfection!"
"The parade is buying us time to prepare! Brothers, hurry to the tailor shop and get your clothes made! Tomorrow I want to be the coolest guy!"
"You've thought of everything! See you tomorrow night at 8 PM!"
"No, buddy, those are my underwear!"
The crowd began to disperse "in an orderly manner," and many NPC trainees were also spurred on, rushing to the blacksmith and tailor shops to prepare to forge their own "battle robes" overnight.
Chen You breathed a sigh of relief.
We finally managed to stagger the timing.
Tonight's guild boss battle is the main event, as it involves a deal between the real world and the higher-dimensional life form, the "Invincible Beautiful Girl."
If this bizarre talent show causes a delay, it would truly be a loss.
"Alright, Lord City Lord, you go ahead with your work. I'll go and make some preparations too." Chen You waved his hand and turned to leave.
Suddenly, the collar tightened.
"What are you doing?" Chen You asked, feeling the tugging from behind, his face filled with shock.
Sander dragged Chen You with one hand and held a basketball in the other, striding towards the city lord's mansion.
"Special training." Sander's tone was firm, his steps heavy. "You said you'd give me special instruction."
"Not now! I have urgent business!" Chen You said anxiously.
"Nothing is more urgent than debuting!" Sander remained unmoved.
boom!
The heavy gate of the city lord's mansion was kicked open.
Sander placed Chen You in the main seat in the hall, while he himself retreated to the center of the hall.
She held the ball in both hands, stood with her legs together, and stood straight, like a new recruit waiting for his inspection.
"Mentor, please give me your guidance!"
Chen You rubbed his neck, which was sore from being strangled, and sighed deeply as he looked at the two-meter-tall, muscular, dark brown-haired woman in front of him.
There's no escaping it now.
We need to take care of this place before the boss battle begins.
"What do you want to learn?" Chen You leaned back in his chair.
"Everything!" Sander's eyes burned with fervor. "How can I make those mortals understand my art?"
Chen You's brain was working at lightning speed.
"Your movements lack stage presence," Chen You said in a low voice.
"Just being able to dribble and perform a powerful layup isn't enough. A true idol needs a perfect blend of vocals, dance, and body language."
Sander was stunned.
"I do not understand."
Chen You couldn't help but shake his head.
"The core of an idol is not what actions you take, but what emotions you convey."
Sander frowned, seemingly understanding but not quite.
"For example," Chen You stood up and walked over to Sander, "what's your expression like when you're dribbling?"
Sander's face immediately darkened.
She clenched her teeth, her facial muscles tensed, and her eyes were so fierce it looked like she wanted to devour someone alive.
"Wrong!" Chen You slapped the basketball.
"That's too fierce! Idols need to be approachable and have a sense of contrast! You need to show strength while also revealing a hint of vulnerability."
"Vulnerable?" Sander scratched his head, his face full of confusion.
"Yes, that's it... three parts mockery, three parts indifference, and four parts nonchalance," Chen You said, forcing himself to make something up.
Sander tried to adjust his facial muscles.
Her mouth began to twitch violently, her eyes became uneven, her left eyebrow rose, and her right cheek sagged, looking like the onset of a stroke.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Chen You quickly called for a halt, afraid that she would strain her facial muscles.
"As for facial expression management, practice in front of a mirror first. Now let's talk about the movements."
Chen You pointed to the basketball in her hand.
"Your four-step layup is too powerful and could easily injure the audience. We need to refine it into a dance."
"dance?"
"Yes, combine it with the 'Iron Mountain Lean' technique you learned before." Chen You took two steps back to create a safe distance.
"Try dribbling the ball while simultaneously striking the air with your shoulder, and making rhythmic sounds with your mouth at the same time."
Sander closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
boom! boom! boom!
The basketball bounced off the stone floor with a dull thud.
Sander suddenly twisted his waist and thrust his massive shoulders forward.
"Hey!"
boom!
"ha!"
The entire main hall of the city lord's mansion was shaking, and dust was falling from the ceiling.
"Not enough, not enough, the rhythm is too monotonous."
Chen You also found his rhythm and began to give his opinions on the country.
"You need to add some trills, some breathy sounds! Like, 'Oh, oh, look at this ball, it's so big and round!'"