I'm Filming Variety Shows In Apocalypses-Chapter 99: “Two-way Selection: Pick Me! Choose Me! Love Me!”

The other contestants were also stunned by what Renmu said.

No one told them that there would be an additional screening!!

So they had not even officially joined the show??

Before the contestants could protest, Renmu had already snapped his fingers and another beam of light, this time larger than before, fell on the hundreds of contestants.

Everyone subconsciously blocked their eyes from the bright light but then Renmu's devilish voice sounded in their ears.

"The first step of this battle royale is to choose your partner model~"

Renmu pointed at the thirty models sitting on the pyramid seats and there was a virtual number floating above their heads, from one to thirty.

"In the future, you guys will collaborate with these models, so you have to choose your partners correctly!"

Renmu waved his hand and everyone's optical watch immediately projected a screen full of numbers, from one to thirty.

"Now choose! You can only choose one model as your partner. Mind you, everyone has a different privilege~"

Aon had adapted to the sudden bright light, so after the screen full of numbers appeared, he immediately looked at the screen and saw simple information about each model under the specific number.

Naturally, he also saw the so-called privilege that Renmu mentioned just now.

The contestants' initial levels were divided into four, with red light as the highest level and purple as the lowest level.

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The red light contestant had the priority to choose models before the purple light contestants.

If the models accepted the contestants, the contestants didn't need to go to the battle royale to fight to the death.

They only had to challenge people who were also accepted by the model to determine the final partner.

Yes. One model could accept a few contestants at once.

This looked like the emperor selecting beauties for his harem!

Aon almost cursed the program's team out loud.

Omg! This is so unfriendly to stars who weren't famous or those who clearly didn't have any background in styling and designing!

After all, the models probably had the same basic information about the contestants just like what the contestants had about the models.

Aon didn't think that he would be picked among so many people.

He was not that popular, and he didn't have any background in styling and designing!

Although he was indeed good at those two things...his current body didn't have that kind of experience at all.

It's over.

Aon could feel a dark future ahead, but he didn't want to give up just yet.

Look, his second aunt, second brother and second cousin were all here!

He had to spend more time with them to find the truth!

Thus, Aon carefully read the information about the models and before the deadline for choosing a partner arrived, Aon chose a partner that he seemed to be fine with.

It was a male model with black hair and blue eyes. He's as tall as 190 cm, like a giant.

He was actually in the top 7, number five.

With such a handsome appearance like a prince, which designer wouldn't want to have such a Muse?

Aon decisively chose this guy while thinking,

If this guy doesn't choose him, he could still join the battle royale!

He wouldn't lose, anyway.

Aon still had that confidence.

After Aon chose his partner, other contestants also chose their partners.

All thirty models were definitely picked by the contestants with the mentality of choosing a less popular model to get a partner without too much rivalry against other contestants.

As for the top five models...

The battle must be fierce!

Right after all the contestants submitted their choice, the models finally moved.

The thirty gorgeous models scrolled the virtual screen in front of them, furrowing their eyebrows from time to time.

A few people even looked at the virtual screen in disdain and decisively swipe the screen, which means...

They rejected the contestants.

The models were not idiots. If they had a better partner, their chance of winning the championship would increase.

Who would want to choose those stars who knew nothing about styling and designing?

Those people just wanted to boost their popularity by all possible means!

There were only a few genuine stylists and designers, not even thirty people among the hundreds of people.

In just a few seconds, the models snatched those genuine stylists and designers, acting like hungry beasts.

A few popular models who were chosen by several genuine stylists and designers were shameless enough to hog all of them!

Don't leave a single one behind!

In just a few moments, the red light contestants, the genuine stylists and designers, received notifications.

[DING! Congratulations, you've been accepted by the model number 1, please stand on the grid number one~]

Right after the notification came, the tiles not far from the contestants lit up, with numbers projected on it.

Those who had been accepted by the models immediately rushed to go to the numbered grids while laughing out loud,

"Ah! I'm accepted! Hahahaha!"

"Damn. I have a competitor. Who is this bastard?!"

"What the hell! Why are there so many people? Three contestants for one model?"

"Tsk. The first five models are all so popular..."

Aon saw that the model number five had accepted at least two stylists and designers.

The young man couldn't help but look at the faraway seats with trembling eyes.

Ah! Ah! Ah! Please! Choose him! Choose him!

After snatching the red light contestants, the models continued to pick and choose from the rest of the contestants, but even if one model accepted 10 contestants, there were still two hundred people left.

Not to mention that the models didn't intend to accept that much.

At most, they accepted up to five contestants!

After the red light contestants were snatched away, the models started to find a few more popular stars to bring more exposure to them, who were destined to be famous only in the fashion industry.

Then, they started to screen people that they didn't like so that there wouldn't be an unnecessary conflict between them.

A few models ranked at the bottom were even more cunning.

They simply didn't accept other contestants and insisted on choosing the genuine stylists and designers!

Those people who didn't have any rivals at all directly advanced to the empty thirty slots.

As more and more people walked to the numbered tiles, Aon's heart became increasingly cold.

It's over. Maybe he's not chosen at all!!