Lv Fangxin’s group watched the few people on-screen whose faces were still brimming with excitent.
She felt sowhat relieved she hadn’t chosen the so-called ’ancient style.’
Her group simply couldn’t deliver this kind of energy.
At the sa ti, she found the distinctly enthusiastic cheering for Wang Na curious.
After all, Wang Na hadn’t stood out in previous rounds, but unexpectedly, a lot of her fans showed up this ti, and the production team even made sure to record their cheering.
As everyone knew, although cheers from various small idol fan groups could be heard during performances, those with fewer fans could only have their voices picked up when the production team deliberately recorded them.
Unless the fans numbered as many as those of ng ixuan or Ye Yuwei, whose cheers were impossible to ignore no matter how the sound was recorded.
"Oh my god, this is an original song! To create this in just one week is simply incredible—they absolutely nailed it." Lai Ruoxuan’s expression was extrely exaggerated.
But her naturally adorable appearance made such an exaggeration seem irresistibly charming.
Lai Ruoxuan actually noticed that during the first public performance, the production team had captured many monts of her cheering for the different groups.
It made her keenly aware that this was an intentional unintentional act by the production team.
To make the performances stand out more, there needed to be both genuine audience enthusiasm and active participation from the idols and ntors.
Yang Xiaoyue didn’t intentionally cut Lai iyun’s scenes; it was just that she instinctively felt Lai Ruoxuan’s presence on screen was captivating, so she unknowingly edited in many of her clips.
However, this turned out to be a good thing for Lai Ruoxuan—in this type of program, the scariest thing was having no screen ti, so she worked hard in every performance.
"Is it fiery? Is it explosive?" Tian Jiaxuan walked onto the stage, full of excitent.
The audience, already hyped up, responded with unending cheers.
Hu Binbin also stretched out both hands and gave two thumbs up to cheer on his "students."
"Your pink power is truly moving," Tian Jiaxuan could tell from the lyrics and lody: "You’ve ignited everyone here!"
The group mbers were now trying to calm their emotions after giving their all during the performance.
Tian Jiaxuan, with an exaggerated expression, faced the audience: "Isn’t Binbin a great ntor?"
"He’s incredible!" everyone shouted with laughter.
Over on the ntor’s side, Hu Binbin was grinning: "We didn’t let everyone down, did we? This song was rehearsed tirelessly by them, let’s give them a round of applause."
Mu Yunchu admired Hu Binbin’s deanor, giving credit where it was due.
Ye Yuwei’s team’s trainees also expressed sincere gratitude by looking toward their ntor.
"Amazing! Now you should work to get a few more votes for yourselves!" Tian Jiaxuan joked.
Starting from Wei Xin, each person introduced themselves again one by one.
"Hello everyone, I’m Wang Na, an auditing trainee and also a ssenger from hell."
Here, Wang Na was using self-deprecating humor to suggest her darker skin tone while reinforcing her image of female empowernt.
"So, to everyone who doesn’t give a like, beware..."
"I will lock you down with my gaze."
A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience, with many girls appreciating Wang Na’s bold personality.
Xiao Du, however, was indifferent to this; he disliked this type of idol and still preferred Ye Yuwei’s more traditional stardom image.
"Now, all audience mbers, please pay close attention and choose your favorite contestants."
"The 30-second countdown begins now—every single vote from you ans the world to them."
Tian Jiaxuan reminded the audience as she walked toward the ntor’s table: "Creative ntor, who do you think will receive the most votes in this group?"
For Hu Binbin, this was a loaded question.
"I believe the audience here tonight understands music the best—I share their perspective," Hu Binbin said with a grin, gesturing toward the audience.
Xiao Du and others thought to themselves, this Hu Binbin is really sharp; his answer avoided any misstep and even brought him closer to the audience.
They had initially assud he’d say, "Everyone is great," an evasive answer that avoided conflict.
Tian Jiaxuan was also amused by his sly response: "You didn’t actually answer my question at all."
anwhile, Wang Junhe nodded thoughtfully, feeling there were indeed many things to learn from these experienced ntors.
"Alright then! Let’s now see who will be crowned the ’Like King’ of this group!"
Everyone onstage held their breath, nerves are running high.
Ge Xiaohui’s smile was full of tension.
Wang Na’s eyes glimred with hope as she wondered whether the production team would favor her.
Lu Bingbing, on the other hand, had a look of deep-seated rage and injustice.
Wei Xin and Yang Ni displayed a mix of helplessness and resentnt.
Ye Yuwei maintained a faint smile, though inside she was undeniably anxious; this public performance would serve as a test of how the platform viewed her potential.
Everyone was convinced Ye Yuwei would win—her imnse popularity, both online and offline, and the overwhelming cheers for her earlier proved it.
But then Tian Jiaxuan said sothing that shocked everyone: "The ’Like King’ of this round is Wei Xin!"
Wei Xin, who had been gazing at Ye Yuwei with envy, suddenly froze upon hearing her na. The entire venue fell into stunned silence as people found the result exceedingly strange.
"Congratulations, Wei Xin." Lu Bingbing hugged her, her eyes filled with genuine goodwill.
"Wei Xin, wonderful work!" Ye Yuwei also offered her congratulations.
Ge Xiaohui felt as though a knife was twisted deep into her heart—she could have accepted it if Ye Yuwei had won, but Wei Xin? What did she do to deserve the crown?
With that thought, her tears could no longer be held back: "Congratulations, Wei Xin."
A similarly deeply disappointed Wang Na also offered her congratulations.
Ye Yuwei’s mind was a whirlpool of confusion; she couldn’t believe she didn’t win. Yet there was no logical reason why the platform would want to suppress her.
Backstage in the waiting room, many trainees had their jaws dropped in disbelief. Others with less popularity began to ignite hope that they might have a chance.
Hu Binbin was equally flabbergasted; he’d firmly believed Ye Yuwei would win.
Wei Xin finally snapped back to reality, overwheld by emotions. She buried herself in Lu Bingbing’s arms and burst into tears.
She knew her popularity was increasing; her company had negotiated better airti with the platform, which improved her visibility.
Winning the ’Like King’ intensified Wei Xin’s deep desire for fa to its peak.
"Thank you, really, thank you so much everyone, I..."
She faltered, unsure of what else to say. Lu Bingbing, watching her, felt both disdain and disappointnt toward her.
These power-mont speeches were crucial for gaining fans. Just look at Lv Fangxin—even though she wasn’t good at singing or dancing, she could turn the tide with just a few words in front of the microphone.
"If it weren’t for everyone’s support, I wouldn’t have been able to stand out today. So I’ve always been chasing after them."
In the production studio, Yang Xiaoyue couldn’t help shaking her head as she watched. This Wei Xin—she was given a big opportunity but couldn’t make the most of it. It was clear she was a good-hearted person, but that was all.
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