"Hello everyone, I am Qi Ziyue, your little Yue Yue." Qi Ziyue pinched her voice slightly, trying to appear sweeter, but her looks didn’t quite match the vibe.
"I hope you will continue to like , so I can challenge different styles." Qi Ziyue cheekily stretched out her fingers and made bunny ear motions.
"Greetings to all the girl group founders, I am your domineering President Fu." Fu Xiaoyu straightened her back and addressed everyone.
She had many female fans online who admired her appearance, saying she resembled the "domineering president" archetype of novels. So had even written essays dedicated to her.
"I want to ask everyone, did you just feel really hyped up?"
"Yes!"
The response from the audience was fairly enthusiastic.
"Thank you, everyone. I hope you’ll give us lots of likes."
Next up was Luo Qijia, whose voice was as gentle as ever: "Hello everyone, I’m your Buddhist ho pig, with makeup so heavy even my mom doesn’t recognize , Luo Qijia."
Her introduction was a bit puzzling, but Luo Qijia deliberately used unconventional phrasing to leave a strong impression.
"I hope everyone will give us lots of likes." Luo Qijia also began her cheerleading efforts.
Thirty seconds later
"The points queen of this group showed remarkable vocal skills today, with excellent high notes..."
As Tian Jiaxuan spoke, Luo Qijia and Qi Ziyue were filled with disappointnt, while Fu Xiaoyu and Zhang Zijing beca visibly tense.
Both had showcased high notes today, but Zhang Zijing had clearly outshone her.
"She is the beautiful and talented Zhang Zijing."
Tian Jiaxuan’s announcent made Zhang Zijing freeze for a mont, then she covered her mouth in surprise and delight.
On the other hand, although Fu Xiaoyu maintained composure, her expression betrayed a sense of disappointnt.
She had desperately wanted this "points queen" recognition. Aside from her brief star mont on the throne, she hadn’t had any other standout achievents.
Yet, she suppressed her disappointnt, went over, hugged Zhang Zijing, and offered her congratulations.
The applause from the girls in the practice room wasn’t particularly enthusiastic. The contest had now shifted from initial excitent to harsh reality.
As they cald down, they realized this might truly be their final stage.
So when they saw the "points queen," their feelings mixed—envy, jealousy, and above all, disappointnt.
At this mont, Zhang Zijing was overwheld: "I honestly didn’t expect to be the points queen this ti, nor did I expect so many people to like ."
Zijing, go for it! You’re the best!
Zijing, I love you!
Zijing, Mommy likes you!
Fans in the audience cheered loudly for Zhang Zijing.
With tears welling up, Zhang Zijing bowed deeply toward the audience.
anwhile, in the backstage holding room being captured on cara, several girls also cheered her on.
"We all like you because you’ve got talent."
"Zijing, everyone actually really likes you."
The best hype-woman, Lai Ruoxuan, added with heartfelt emotion: "I’m sorry, Zijing. Actually, I like you too, I just never expressed my feelings."
This heartfelt confession instantly made everyone burst into laughter.
Zhang Zijing’s eyes turned red, and nearly spilled over with tears.
She fanned her eyes with her hands and smiled: "I can’t cry today; I need to be strong."
Her words made the ntors laugh.
"Because this performance has only strengthened my resolve."
"I really love singing; I want to beco a professional singer."
Zhang Zijing paused for a mont before continuing: "In daily routines at the company, I mostly sing sweet-style songs, but here I changed my style."
"But I need to embrace all styles. I can’t just sing what I love or excel in. I need to step out of my comfort zone and show you more of my potential."
Tian Jiaxuan nodded and added, "Will Zijing be able to surpass Zi ng and knock Zi ng from the throne?"
At this mont, everyone realized both girls had "Zi" in their nas—it was indeed a "Battle of the Zis!"
Li Zing was indescribably nervous. She had always refrained from being overly competitive, but now she truly yearned to hold onto her seat.
Zhang Zijing looked at her with a bright smile.
She too deeply desired the highest honor.
"Now, let’s reveal the answer together—here, look at the big screen."
As Tian Jiaxuan gestured, everyone focused their attention again.
But as the light beam faded, the big screen remained dark.
Li Zing managed to hold onto her throne, bringing about mixed emotions among the trainees.
They wanted to see a new "points queen," but analyzing the remaining candidates, there wasn’t anyone more popular than her.
During the vote tally of this group, an interesting situation arose—Luo Qijia and Zhu Riri ended up with the exact sa number of votes.
Yang Xiaoyue saw the tally and couldn’t help but laugh and cry—it seed there were no fake votes this ti.
anwhile, Fu Xiaoyu’s votes were over a hundred fewer than Zhang Zijing’s.
Although the audience had registered mberships, not many fans showed up for these two, signaling that fans were putting personal judgnt above allegiance.
In terms of vocal techniques and voice quality, Zhang Zijing clearly surpassed Fu Xiaoyu.
At this mont, Zhang Zijing picked out the next group of contestants, and unsurprisingly, she chose the dance group led by Li Shihan.
Li Shihan’s group’s "Seagrass Dance" had gone viral online.
Thus, Penguin’s taste was again puzzling; according to their standards, this "Seagrass Dance" wasn’t considered classy but ended up on the stage anyway.
Hearing her na, Li Shihan exhaled deeply.
In truth, she was now sowhat afraid of the stage, as the show’s popularity brought her unwanted fa.
Her fa had co amidst malicious online comnts.
Her initial center position brought her massive attention but also relentless ridicule, worsened by Penguin’s strange lighting and makeup choices.
A lot of people viewed their critical comnts as harmless banter.
But when this bullying turned into a flood, it had the power to overwhelm.
Li Shihan, introverted by nature, wasn’t skilled at expressing herself. Even though she had participated in many shows, she had never experienced this level of scrutiny or backlash.
Initially loving the stage, she now found it hard to face without fear.
Reflecting back on the day she filled out her audition application.
"Shihan, don’t you want to try a different style and push your limits?" her friend Wu Zixuan had asked.
"No, I’ll still choose dance. Because when I’m constantly moving while dancing, people can’t clearly see what I look like, and it makes feel a little more confident."
Saying this, Li Shihan glanced enviously at her friend: "Zixuan, if I were as beautiful as you, I’d be so much happier. Do you know how much I wish I looked prettier? If I did, people wouldn’t hate so much."
Even with guidance from ntor Tian Jiaxuan, Li Shihan couldn’t completely overco the fear and shadows in her heart.
As a public figure, one ought to accept others’ opinions and judgnts.
But those judgnts should remain within moral bounds and not turn malicious.
If you were subjected to thousands of voices maliciously humiliating you, how would you feel?
Li Shihan was powerless to change much or erase the damage.
Sotis, she just wanted to beg those people not to hurt her.
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