Wu Jin didn't know that before he was awakened, he had already been photographed from head to toe by six or seven cameras.

The process of prying the contestants out of the lifesaving pod is always simple and crude:

Open a lock, issue an advancement certificate, and at most a cheap towel, you can send someone away on the spot.

However, at this moment, the director's careful action was not like smashing an egg and digging a mermaid from a pearl scallop.

——After seeing a normal player who was used to being dirty and snoring loudly in his arms, Wu Jin in the lifesaving pole was simply an aesthetic redemption sent by heaven.

Even the ankles are crystal clear and cute.

In the lifesaving compartment, the sleeping beautiful boy's eyelashes fluttered and finally slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils were light amber, with a subtle wet water light, reflecting the blue sky and the camera brackets. After waking up, he was probably too confused and obedient to disturb him.

"300012 contestant?" The director spoke with a smile.

Wu Jin was still confused, rubbing her cheeks unconsciously on the rabbit, as if she thought it was a pillow.

There was a sudden burst of air thrust around, and several girls who were looking around with their heads covered their hearts and were trembling with their cute livers.

The director looked at the roster: "Wu Jin...Wu Player?"

Wu Jin's pupils found the focal length again. He blinked and nodded obediently.

"How is your body? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I..." The boy's voice was filled with a nasal sound because he had been sleeping for a long time, and his eyelashes kept moving, and he finally saw everything in front of him clearly.

The empty grounds were handed over to the grassland, and the small plane that ejected him yesterday was on the apron. Half of the billboards that were covered with the sky had been replaced, and the rest were printed with a string of black words.

"Closson Reality Show 42 Season Sponsorship! Limited investment, unlimited returns!! Contact XXX-XXX-XXXX"

Wu Jin: "!!!"

As the Wu player woke up, the crowd crowded in front of the lifesaving compartment was noisy. Some gave Wu Jinsai a certificate of promotion, some shouted that they would measure his body temperature, and some wanted to hand him towels.

"Give it, let it go!"

"Why is it a disposable towel? Change this contestant to cashmere! Come on, little witch, don't we come out to take a picture with a towel... Yes, the camera feels good!"

Wu Jin looked down at the promotion certificate, and the four big words "re-competition qualification" made him immediately terrified: "I, I actually-"

The program PD suddenly inserted: "Closing it out, let the player Wu leave first! Several sponsors have quoted prices, waiting to sign advertising endorsements! We can't decide today, as long as the person is not there, we can't sign a contract. If you drag it out, I think the price can be raised again!"

The crew knew it well and put Wu Jin and the rabbit and towel together in a few seconds, and quickly sent it into the car. They even stuffed two masks into it.

When the door was closed, the director kept sighing:

"He is a good-looking contestant who is rare in a century. The ratings of the program team are saved by him!"

In the self-driving suspended car, the young rabbits still slept in a ball.

Wu Jin stuffed it into the water cup slot, his mind was messy.

I just hit someone?! Where did the big guy go in the end? Can I still catch up with the idol show when I go back now? Will the agent look for him for a long time?

And this car-

Wu Jin beat him up.

Whether it is a hover car, a life capsule, or even the beam gun engraved with A12, it is far beyond his technological knowledge.

After entering the city, it gradually became rainy outside the window. No traffic lights were hung at an intersection. Countless floating cars seemed to be uniformly regulated by the central system, flashing colorful taillights at different heights.

The car body passed by a tall building, and a billboard in the distance was showing the current time.

3018.5.23 6:15 am.

Wu Jin blinked, turned around and sat down, and did four eye exercises seriously.

When I looked out, the billboard was gone.

On the inside of the car door, the newspaper of the day is placed in the storage bag. The paper is blue, and the feel of the machine pressing is extremely delicate. A line of big words on the front page headline-

"The federal government revises the Anti-Smuggling Act in 3018, and the sentencing of black households may be aggravated"

Wu Jin's amber pupils finally opened up: 3,3018?!!!

The hover car parked at the entrance of a building, and the sign "White Moonlight Brokerage and Entertainment Company" was written on it, glowing. The lady wearing a black hair net was waiting at the door with a smile.

Wu Jin got out of the car with a heavy head and then remembered for a long time. After turning around, he grabbed the rabbit and newspaper out of the car.

When passing through the long corridor, Wu Jin looked to the right with disbelief.

The lady asked in a warm voice: "What are you looking for?"

"Registration, registration office," Wu Jin stumbled: "The place to fill out the form before the competition."

On the dim corridor, there are six rooms on the left, and the registration office on the right-

There is no registration address on the right, only a smooth wall.

The lady followed his eyes and said, "In order to build a training ground, the room there was demolished decades ago. Didn't you fill out the form in the corridor before you came?"

After saying that, I remembered something again: "By the way, when you gave me an registration form, there were a lot of things in it. It looked quite old, so I'll give it back to you."

The stack of paper handed to Wu Jin was so broken that only one or two inner pages could see the content clearly.

It was he who prepared a certain idol talent show for three months, and the contestants entered the table. The paper was blurred and yellowed, just like the one that had been weathered for many years.

Wu Jinyidao: "This is the XX idol show I originally signed up for..."

The lady smiled: "XX Idol Draft is the name of Closson's reality show hundreds of times ago! Although it is the same show, I am choosing a professional battle royale contestant now, and the competition system has also been changed a lot. OK, congratulations on your successful advancement, but you need a rest."

"My last name is Qu, and Xiaowu just calls me Secretary Qu. Come on, I'll give you the key to the dormitory first."

At 7 o'clock in the morning, the dormitory building was peaceful.

Wu Jin lay in a daze on the bed, and suddenly bounced up quickly and opened the newspaper.

The federal government revised the Anti-Smuggling Act in 3018, and the sentencing of black households may be aggravated - how to increase it aggravate agh ah ah ah ah ah ah!!

Two minutes later, Wu Jin looked up from the newspaper with a desperate look on his face.

This is a small single dormitory with a very sci-fi surreal style. There is a virtual screen on the front of the table, and XX mechanical advertisements are playing. Wu Jin stretched out his hand blankly - his fingertips passed through the holographic projection without touching any curtains.

An operation table similar to the computer desktop pops up at this time.

Wu Jin groped for a long time before he learned to enter, and a series of entries quickly accumulated under the search box:

Black residents, illegal federal residents without identity chips, usually have two ways of handling repatriation and mining.

Naturalization can be applied for through the work visa you hold, or a marriage relationship...

Closson reality show, a long-standing battle royale talent show, the largest traffic platform for trainees in the Blue Division. (The highest hot search ranking of the seven-day period #9, the 42nd season auditions are in full swing, and the official program will be broadcast in one week)

Baiyueguang Entertainment, a well-known battle royale show economic company in the Blue Division, has formed a Baiyueguang team, with 12 professional players and 30 trainees.

Baiyueguang Entertainment Recruitment Notice: Live, can fight.

XX Performing Arts Entertainment Recruitment Notice: Be proficient in six or more modern dances, one kind of classical dance (ethnic dance, HIPHOP, BREAKING), you must hold a federal identity, graduate from an art school at or above...

“…”

Wu Jin struggled to clear the search records and his brain was slow to operate.

Wu Jin has not watched many science fiction movies and has quickly accepted words like Interstellar and Federation.

However, the most urgent problem at the moment is that if you don’t have chips, no identity, and you have to dig coal if you can’t find a job.

Being an idol artist is no longer the only skill before - the modern dance that was once popular in Blue Star also turned into a classical dance a thousand years later. The issue of hometown is still unsolved...

He seemed to have only one way out.

What is spread on the table is the "Class C-Closen Reality Show White Moonlight Entertainment Trainee C-Class Contract".

The White Moonlight recruitment notice is alive and can fight.

Wu Jin thought carefully and optimistically, he was at least half satisfied!

Compared to meeting the recruitment conditions for less than 25% of the performing idols, it is barely qualified...

The young trainee's mood was depressed for a moment, and as he thought about it, he spread out on the bed with a thud.

I can't go back anymore. The black household needs to hide it, so I can only keep the job first...

After nine hours of continuous battle, sleepiness could not resist the attack.

Wu Jin yawned, and his mind was filled with work, household registration, grassland, stray bullets, rabbits, big shots.

How great it would be if he could be as powerful as a big man!

Wu Jin turned himself in a big shape and lay on the bed. The quilt was scrambled and he was about to fall asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, he became alert and seemed to have a big furry stray bullet hit his face. Wu Jin rolled quickly, imitating the tactics taught by Wei Shi, and forced himself to open his eyes with sleepiness.

"Damn it! Silly rabbit, don't jump into my face!!!"

Wu Jin slept in a daze, and when he woke up, he showed two notifications at the dormitory terminal.

Secretary Qu carefully sent him a floor map plus information manual, and then notified Wu Jin to gather in the training room for half an hour to prepare for the next rematch.

Wu Jin followed the map to the cafeteria and ordered two cakes.
To be continued...