"Can I say sothing?"
To everyone’s surprise, the tearful ng ixuan asked to speak.
Long Zitao’s earpiece imdiately transmitted Yang Xiaoyue’s voice: "Let her speak."
"Of course." Long Zitao gave a gentle smile.
"They have worked so hard and are truly amazing. So of them aren’t actually suited for this style, but they still practiced relentlessly. So please give us a like, thank you everyone, thank you so much." At this mont, ng ixuan was overwheld with emotion, her voice shaking as tears stread down her cheeks.
Her group instantly felt awkward. ng ixuan’s words were ant to rally votes for the group, but no matter how they listened, they couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable.
"So of us aren’t suited for this kind of dance style—doesn’t that basically an so of us perford poorly?"
Ye Yuwei couldn’t understand ng ixuan’s perplexing comnt either. What was this supposed to an? Reaping the rewards but staying humble? Her performance dominated two-thirds of the stage already, what more did she need?
Even if soone danced poorly or sang off-key, as the C-position, you were supposed to take full responsibility for everything. Not throw shade by saying so teammates weren’t suited to this song and dance.
Yang Xiaoyue was also annoyed by ng ixuan’s remarks. Was this not ruining the atmosphere? While the crowd might not overthink it in the heat of the mont, what about later?
She imdiately signaled Tian Jiaxuan to smooth things over.
"I know every girl here has worked so hard and given their all. You’re all amazing, so don’t lose heart."
Fu Xiaoyu was deeply touched upon hearing Tian Jiaxuan’s words, causing her to shed silent tears.
Her tears weren’t of pain or defeat, but a cold, restrained cry. She didn’t want anyone to see her vulnerability.
Back in the waiting room, she couldn’t hold herself together any longer and collapsed into her close friend Qiang Yueting’s arms, crying her heart out. The other girls in her group also found comfort with their companions and cried out their sadness.
On the other side, ng ixuan’s group was also in tears, though their reasons for crying were different.
Over there, Yin Xiren suddenly hugged Wang Tingting and asked why she was crying.
anwhile, Wu Zixuan and ng ixuan were putting on a display of "sisterly love."
"Ah! Thank goodness for you! Otherwise, I wouldn’t even know what to do." Wu Zixuan wore a pitiful expression, indirectly blaming herself for losing the previous round.
ng ixuan didn’t know how to respond for a mont, so she simply buried herself in Wu Zixuan’s shoulder, crying.
"I know, you’ve got this," Wu Zixuan said, continuing to comfort her.
At this mont, ng ixuan lifted her head from Wu Zixuan’s shoulder, looking at her seriously: "Don’t cry, my little princess. A princess isn’t supposed to cry."
This nearly made Wu Zixuan explode with anger, but what could she do? The other party had won, she had lost, and the victor rules the day. She could only swallow her feelings and joke bitterly: "I seriously couldn’t hold back earlier."
Seeing that her purpose was fulfilled, ng ixuan didn’t keep the act going, lowering her head and admitting: "Actually, my tears had already dried up earlier."
At this mont, Ye Yuwei walked over and, with a smile, said: "ixuan, congratulations."
"Yuwei, you’re amazing, too." ng ixuan’s face instantly lit up with excitent, and she grabbed Ye Yuwei’s hand.
"The next round is about to start. Let’s send them our blessings!" Ye Yuwei said with a smile.
Realizing they were still at the recording site, ng ixuan reluctantly let go of her hand.
On stage, Long Zitao worked on setting the mood: "Now it’s tied at 2 to 2, so the next four ntors really need to choose carefully."
Over there, Hu Binbin and Tian Jiaxuan were earnestly discussing, while Zhang Wei carefully examined the selection screen. Luo Junxiang, anwhile, stood up, tilting his ear to try and eavesdrop on their conversation.
At this mont, Tian Jiaxuan caught sight of him and couldn’t help but roll her eyes dramatically.
Luo Junxiang, on the other hand, smugly grinned and bared his teeth at her.
Tian Jiaxuan chose to ignore him and focused on selecting her own team.
"The next girl who’s going to take the stage is very unique. I wonder if everyone rembers her—she has a laugh that’s ridiculously infectious."
In the waiting room, Zhu Riri’s group stood up, and everyone clapped for them politely.
"But, she can’t sing, she can’t dance, yet she tries very hard."
Clearly, even Tian Jiaxuan couldn’t hide her disdain for Zhu Riri’s "self-destructive selfishness."
"Her C-position was earned purely through effort."
At this mont, Zhu Riri was as excited as a monkey, stretching her arms out and hollering to hype herself up, leaving the entire group visibly awkward.
Lin Jiayi was already so annoyed by her that she was speechless, silently vowing to never be grouped with her in the next round.
She chuckled inwardly—this Zhu Riri probably wouldn’t even make it to the next stage, so why was she worried?
As an A-Class mber, Lin Jiayi didn’t have the word "elimination" in her vocabulary.
Over there, Luo Junxiang discussed with Zhang Wei before deciding to send out Liu Feiyu’s group.
This was the weakest of the remaining four groups, but in Luo Junxiang’s eyes, they were more than capable of crushing the "crazy Zhu" group.
Upon hearing she would be competing against Zhu Riri, Liu Feiyu couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointnt and sadness. With her high emotional intelligence, she could easily infer the ntor’s intention.
The group’s entry featured a reversed triangle formation, with Zhu Riri at the forefront.
Their outfits were also adorable: pleated skirts in pale gray or baby blue, evoking the charm of old Shanghai’s student aesthetics from the 1950s and 60s.
As the music hit the first beat, Zhu Riri twisted her waist and spun around, trying to make a "stunning impression" on the audience. But her silicone-face expression was so out of place, it broke the imrsion.
Especially when she smiled—that set of teeth looked like bamboo shoots forcefully inserted into a blood-red maw, strikingly grotesque.
The prelude continued, and while Zhu Riri stood still, the other six perforrs centered around her, moving with the rhythm through a series of intricate positional transitions.
The triangle formation shifted into two side pairs flanking three in the middle, with all six mbers swapping positions entirely.
This opening tableau was preserved thanks to Lin Jiayi and Gao Yingxi’s insistence.
But Zhu Riri cried for over three hours because of this, until ntor Tian Jiaxuan angrily reprimanded her—only then did she stop throwing a tantrum.
From the audience’s perspective, the result looked great—visually pleasing, especially with the light frolicking skirts which enhanced the youthful charm of the girls.
Next ca another positional transition, evolving from a single-file serpent shape into scattered diagonal pairs.
Lin Jiayi moved up to the center position, instinctively picking up the microphone, prompting fans in the audience to shout, "Jiayi, you’re so cute!"
Lin Jiayi felt a surge of strength hearing this—so of her fans had truly shown up.
Unfortunately, the first vocal section didn’t belong to her. As the formation shifted, Gao Yingxi took over the C-position and began the opening verse.
Her skill level could only be described as "keeping in tune." Six girls continued repositioning themselves in sync. At this point, Zhu Riri stood far to the back right corner facing the audience, completely stationary.
The highlight was Gao Yingxi’s prop reveal—she brought out a pink paper heart, instantly electrifying the crowd; nobody had expected her to be this adorable.
Next ca Ren Zhen and Liu Niyi, with Liu Niyi’s singing standing out as the only audible performance among the four singers thus far.
The other three girls admittedly went off-key, strangely dropping the pitch together.
Then another formation shift brought the group back into a reversed triangle pattern, with Zhu Riri returning to the front for her solo section, which lacked any standout features as she willingly lowered the pitch by a full degree.
The group’s movents next encircled Lin Jiayi, rolling out a "stars surround the moon" arrangent.
Truly, Lin Jiayi was the mber with the most stage experience among the idols, consistently maintaining excellent facial expressions.
Her chubby cheeks added to the charm, her smile adorned with two dimples, her big eyes resembling a porcelain doll.
Her voice carried a sowhat babyish tone, but these two asures were delivered perfectly—staying on-pitch and maintaining accuracy.
Next ca Fan Lei from the "Magic Numbers" girl group. Her singing was even worse than Zhu Riri’s, but her hairstyle was uniquely eye-catching—an upright heart shape.
Many people were curious how such soft hair had been styled to stand on end like that.
This led into a synchronized group dance sequence and chorus, which was passable; Zhu Riri noticeably skimped on participation, neither singing nor hitting the dance cues properly.
With skirts twirling and faces aglow with youthful smiles, Lin Jiayi wrapped up the song’s final section, with the group adopting individual cute poses for the finishing touch.
Overall, the stage performance was average in terms of completion. The movents, while intricate, lacked challenging dance elents, and the vocal performance was middling at best.
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