flstandardbreds Chapter 138 Idol Ghost Stories Rules 11
Chapter 138 Idol Ghost Stories Rules 11
Now, not even the wind can destroy this notice, as long as the glass doesn't break and no one deliberately tears it.
In the past, countless trainees' potential was eliminated by exploiting human weaknesses, but Ling Yi suffered a crushing defeat.
The camera silently pointed at Ling Yi, its red light flashing thoughtfully.
After several days of wits and courage, it seemed to get angry less and less, as if it had developed a brain.
Ling Yi looked up at it with a meaningful smile, and walked gracefully toward the new practice room.
It's time to think of a new way to anger it, otherwise she might stay in this world for a very, very long time.
But she didn't want to live in this world without him for even a second.
The moment she pushed open the door to the new classroom, dozens of faces of trainees from other practice rooms came into her view.
The larger practice room was filled with rows of dressing tables, each labeled with a name tag for one of the trainees.
Ling Yi glanced around and immediately realized that there were five hundred dressing tables in this huge practice room.
This means putting all the lambs into one slaughterhouse to be slaughtered.
Little did she know that this step was originally supposed to involve five hundred people being divided into five groups and eliminated in different practice rooms.
However, due to the meddling of a troublemaker, the rules decided to put everyone into the same fighting cage.
You have time to overthink things, huh? Just wait until I start the Human Mayhem mode, then you can stop overthinking!
The clock struck seven o'clock sharp, but only a little over three hundred people showed up in the classroom that was supposed to hold five hundred.
The sudden change of classrooms and the sudden introduction of new rules ultimately eliminated a large number of people.
Some practice rooms were completely shut down because someone took the notices.
The silent death spread through Miracle Company, finally giving the teachers, whose performance had been worrying these past few days, a sigh of relief.
Massive deaths are the norm here!
These past few days, they've been getting thwarted by that strange woman who goes against the rules every day, almost making them think that the rules have become merciful.
It seems that the rules are the rules, and they never change for anyone!
"Good morning, everyone!" A cheerful voice rang out from the practice room door, and the makeup artist skipped and hopped into the room.
He looked at the trainees with bare faces and exaggeratedly covered his mouth: "My God, how can there be trainees without makeup in this world?"
He walked among the anxious lambs, grabbed one of them by the chin, and made him look up: "Look at those messy eyebrows, look at that moon-like skin, look at that unremarkable face. I can't believe you passed the first round of tests. Have those guys lost their minds?"
The trainees he singled out showed a flash of anger on their faces, but dared not utter a single objection.
"Boring." The makeup artist tossed his face aside, her eyes sweeping over everyone's faces like knives.
“From today onwards, I will not allow anyone to appear in the practice room looking this slovenly,” he warned. “You must wear makeup, you must improve your ugly faces!”
Ling Yi heard his incessant voice and saw the figure of a stranger.
She was certain that she had memorized the faces of every trainee during those seven days, but this one was not among them.
Seemingly noticing her gaze, the trainee turned his head slightly and gave her a faint smile.
Like gentle spring water, yet it harbors a chill.
He would personally keep an eye on this rule-breaker, and if she dared to cause trouble on his turf again, he would make her pay the price!
Ling Yi stared at his slightly silvery pupils for a long time, then suddenly let out a cold smile.
So that's what it was.
Suddenly, that cheerful, eerie machine voice rang out again in the room: [The qualifiers are over! Congratulations on advancing to the promotion rounds and beginning a new journey!]
Over the past seven days, we've eliminated the lazy, uncontrollable, and utterly unfit individuals!
The trainees who are here now are all lucky ones who have been selected!
The voice tried its best to remain cheerful, but it didn't elicit even a single word of agreement.
Now, we're about to welcome even more interesting rules, kinder teachers, and fiercer competition!
Trainees, are you ready?! Let your tumultuous new journey begin!
The moment the machine's voice disappeared, the makeup artist looked at the students, who looked like merchandise, and ordered, "It's time for you ugly things to understand what aesthetics is. Now sit down and learn the secrets to becoming beautiful from me!"
Following the teacher's instructions, the trainees sat in front of their respective makeup mirrors, carefully selecting the foundation shades that suited them and meticulously applying their makeup.
Many of the people here are beginners, or even people who have never heard of cosmetics before.
The moment a tanned man applied the lightest shade of foundation to his face, he vanished from his seat.
"Hehehe, someone with no aesthetic sense doesn't deserve to be an idol!" The makeup artist's eerie laughter echoed with his death, making...
The trainees became increasingly tense, especially those who had never used cosmetics before.
They carefully tried out the color on their hands, one by one, afraid of being rejected because the color was too dark or too light.
The makeup artist, wielding a pointer, weaved through the crowd, occasionally slapping the back of a trainee's hand for incorrect technique, all the while making sarcastic remarks.
"I know what you're thinking: idols don't need to learn makeup, there will be makeup artists to do it for you?"
"What a joke! You're just starting out and earning a pittance, why would you hire a makeup artist? Do you think your ugly faces would pose a greater challenge to a makeup artist?"
"Makeup artists have to serve your senior classmates and people who are more famous than you, otherwise they won't even glance at someone as insignificant as you!"
"Snap!" His pointer suddenly struck the back of a person's hand with his eyeliner askew, leaving a long, black line on the person's face, like engine oil seeping from white snow.
"Elimination!" The makeup artist excitedly announced loudly, looking at her terrified expression.
"So, if you're not famous, you have to be an all-rounder. You have to learn to do your own makeup and styling, otherwise you'll have to appear on stage with a bare face." The makeup artist walked up to Ling Yi.
His eyes were fixed on Ling Yi's every move, and he threatened, "If that happens, you'll die!"
The word "death" echoed ominously in Ling Yi's ears, and those terrifying pupils were only centimeters away from her.
Ling Yi smoothly finished styling the slightly upturned corners of her eyes without her hands trembling, and pushed his face away with her other hand: "Teacher, you're disturbing my makeup."
The teacher chuckled: "Good, very good. Only people with this kind of mental fortitude deserve to be idols. You should all learn from this!"
Although he was praising someone, the tone of his voice, delivered through gritted teeth, revealed absolutely no goodwill.
Did this woman have a cow's heart transplanted into her? How can it be so big!