The Sisters of Miracle Media Have Arrived

Two months of preparation.

Officially kicking off in May.

During these two months, companies were frantically training their trainees.

Not only in singing and dancing, but also in foreign languages.

Although only twenty percent of the trainees were foreign, they still needed to know some basic foreign phrases to showcase their talents.

After all, this was a program broadcast across the entire Eastern region.

……

While other companies were busy,

Miracle Media was also making preparations—testing equipment,

inspecting the venue,

selecting hosts and mentors,

and even choosing sponsors.

Especially the behind-the-scenes staff.

This would be a six-month closed recording, with only the later stages being livestreamed.

The initial phases would all be pre-recorded.

Daily meals, training—everything required dedicated mentors to oversee daily life.

A significant number of personnel had to be mobilized,

and coordination was crucial.

So,

a month in advance, most of the production crew and staff had already moved into the training camp’s designated town.

Familiarizing themselves early, preparing ahead.

It was also a kind of preliminary interview.

……

April.

The busiest period began.

Miracle Media and the production team had to review tens of thousands of applicants.

No ugly ones!

No fat ones!

No ones who look like men.

Plain and simple—the first round was all about looks.

Perfectly fair.

Cao Cheng remembered the girl group survival shows from his dreams—some contestants were downright ugly, ugly enough to make you cry.

But their fans thought they were cool…

Seriously?

Political correctness?

Trying to pull that here?

Well, Cao Cheng was the ultimate decision-maker, the one and only, so his word was law. Didn’t matter if you thought you were cool or not.

Try again in your next life.

Let’s be clear—this wasn’t a company hiring talent. This was a girl group survival show, which meant it was essentially a beauty pageant.

The goal was to please the majority of fans, to give them something visually pleasing and enjoyable.

Forget about the minority—here, the majority ruled.

So,

Cao Cheng’s orders were blunt: no ugly ones, no fat ones, no ones who looked like men.

Absolutely no overweight contestants—even if they could dance or sing… they could debut solo if they wanted to show off their skills.

As for looking like men…

Why not just hold a boy group audition instead?

Why bother with a girl group survival show just to pick out men?

Ridiculous.

This wasn’t some Super Girl contest.

Again, this was about giving the majority of viewers—men, women, young and old—something pleasant to look at.

Truth be told,

Cao Cheng wasn’t someone who judged solely by appearance, but he had no choice. He had to cater to public taste.

Serving the majority was his duty.

Right off the bat, thirty percent were eliminated.

Next was age—a more lenient criterion, cutting less than ten percent.

Then came body proportions.

No short legs.

They didn’t all need to be supermodels with legs for days, but a 5:5 ratio was unacceptable.

Being short wasn’t necessarily a dealbreaker—height and leg length were two different things.

Another batch was cut.

As for talent, no screening was done at this stage. Even though Cao Cheng kept emphasizing the importance of skills, those without any could still make it in as long as they met certain standards.

After all, the six-month closed training was meant for learning and improvement.

If you were already at the top, you wouldn’t need to be here.

……

Layer by layer, the numbers dwindled.

Down to just a thousand.

Then came the final screening.

Using his connections, AI hacking skills, and even official records, Cao Cheng dug into their backgrounds for scandals.

This time, he was more lenient.

Back when he handpicked the Twelve Golden Flowers, even the slightest blemish was unacceptable—they had to be spotless.

This wasn’t that serious, so the standards weren’t as strict.

But major scandals—like being a sugar baby—were instant disqualifiers, no matter how big the company backing them.

Seriously.

Coming here to gain fans and boost some rich guy’s ego?

I haven’t even started playing, and you’re already pulling this crap?

……

In the end,

after a month, only a little over a hundred remained.

Still too many.

More cuts.

He went through each profile in detail—some familiar faces, some already minor celebrities.

And then,

he spotted Yang Chaoyue, the girl he’d mentioned before.

Was this luck?

Cao Cheng raised an eyebrow, genuinely unsure.

But she was undeniably a promising candidate.

Sure, she needed a push to succeed, but the fact that she could be pushed—and that the push worked—said it all.

Not everyone could be forcibly elevated.

After reviewing all hundred-plus profiles, Cao Cheng was in a good mood. At least there were no eyesores—just a lineup of girls who were a pleasure to look at.

Honestly, even if they had zero skills, just standing there would be enough to dazzle and delight.

That was the whole point.

Another dozen or so were eliminated before the final 101 were chosen.

Admittedly, these last cuts were a bit unfair—but with so many candidates, even something like enjoying a drink could count as a scandal.

Snap!

Closing the files, Cao Cheng finalized the list.

Then came the notifications to the companies.

Contracts were signed—no dropping out unless eliminated, no excuses, or face crippling penalties.

Just an insurance policy.

Cao Cheng doubted anyone would be stupid enough to quit. Even injuries wouldn’t stop them.

But better safe than sorry.

What if someone lost their mind?

He’d set up this grand stage—minor hiccups were inevitable, but prevention was key.

Otherwise, it’d look unprofessional.

Once they debuted, scandals were beyond his control. But during the show? Zero tolerance.

……

Just as Cao Cheng finalized the lineup,

promotions were in full swing.

Word had spread—through major outlets and obscure blogs alike—about this new variety show.

A groundbreaking first: an Idol Competition Survival Reality Show!

The core? Growth.

Viewers would invest in these girls, watching them learn and improve step by step.

Like raising a child, the emotional bond by debut day would be unmatched.

This wasn’t just another talent show.

Past competitions—whether Super Girl or Happy Boys—were about selecting ready-made stars fighting for top spots.

This? A shared journey of learning, growth, and teamwork.

One was cultivation; the other, mere selection.

A world of difference.

……

……

May. Trainees flew in from around the world to a small town in Qiantang.

Why from around the world?

Because some people in these two months of training were sent abroad by their companies to learn foreign languages while receiving coaching from better instructors.

But only big companies could pull off something like this.

Smaller agencies simply didn’t have the resources.

The girls had two days to settle into the camp.

During these two days, laughter and chatter filled the air.

There was an almost palpable excitement from arriving in a new place.

But since most of them didn’t know each other, they mostly stuck to their own teams, rarely mingling to make new friends.

The number of participants kept growing.

Soon,

all the dormitories were fully occupied.

Some were still jet-lagged, but by the next day, filming had already begun.

Inside a dazzlingly opulent hall, 101 seats awaited as trainees entered one by one, chose their initial ratings, signed in, and then picked their spots.

The giant screen displayed each participant’s affiliated company.

The first few girls to arrive seemed nervous—after all, there were only a handful of them at first.

Everyone was overly polite.

Of course, some pretended to be aloof, while others were too socially awkward to even manage a nod or a smile, their faces frozen in discomfort.

Every expression was captured on camera.

This was exactly what the audience loved to see.

Would it be any fun if everyone acted all high and mighty?

"Wow~~"

"Yuehua’s here."

"Oh my, they’re all so pretty, those legs… damn, I’m done for!!"

"Wait, these few… didn’t they debut in Korea before? Isn’t this just bullying—no, more like a total mismatch? Weren’t we supposed to be trainees here? Ugh… this is so unfair."

"Universal’s arrived too."

"Seriously, why are so many big agencies sending their people? How are the rest of us supposed to compete?"

"Even Huaxiong Group is here… damn."

"So they’re from Huaxiong—no wonder they carry themselves like nobility. You can tell they didn’t grow up in ordinary households like us, ugh~~~ Their outfits are so stylish, must’ve had a dedicated designer, right?"

As the hall filled up,

a cacophony of murmurs rose, buzzing like a swarm of bees.

Even though most kept their voices low, every word was picked up by the mics.

The screen flashed introductions one after another.

Some big companies sent entire groups of trainees.

And then,

foreign agencies started appearing—like Korea’s YG… S.M…

Japan’s Sony, Toho!

Even Thailand’s GMM…

They made up about 20% of the lineup.

Each agency sent at most two or three representatives.

All elite.

Their aura alone was intimidating.

As more people arrived, the awkwardness faded, and those seated nearby occasionally struck up small talk.

Some of the girls even conversed in foreign languages with the international trainees.

Now it made sense why they’d been told to study languages—there were so many foreigners here.

The more agencies there were, the fiercer the competition.

Especially these foreign trainees—they were probably the top picks from their home countries, or else their companies wouldn’t have sent them.

This wasn’t just about company pride; it was about national pride too.

The thought made some of the Chinese girls tense up.

But most seemed blissfully unaware, acting like nothing was wrong.

Then again, some of them were still so young, their brains barely processing the stakes…

Just then,

the screen flickered,

revealing a new logo—

"Whoa…"

"It’s Miracle Media’s turn."

"The richest man’s company."

"Mr. Cao’s agency… here they come, here they come."

"Wait—isn’t this show produced by Miracle Media? Why are they sending trainees too? This is…"

Before the murmurs could settle,

figures emerged from the hallway.

As long legs strode in, many of the girls slowly rose to their feet.

A sign of respect—for Miracle Media, and for Mr. Cao himself.

Courtesy had to be paid.