"Liu Niannian, if you stop here today, will you accept it calmly or feel unwilling?"
Liu Niannian was not startled but instead delighted to hear this, as Long Zitao often said things in reverse.
"I’ve always felt that I’m a particularly lucky person."
"Even if I leave today, I think I’m still very fortunate."
"Because coming to this show has been the luckiest thing in my life so far."
As Liu Niannian spoke, tears were already welling up in her beautiful and lively eyes.
The audience gave her encouraging applause, and Duan Yuxin even shouted her support for her close friend.
"Next, I will announce your advancent results."
"Congratulations to Jiang ixing and Wang Na for advancing."
Liu Niannian forced a painful smile. Coming from a traditional Japanese idol background, her self-control remained exceptional.
She took the lead in clapping to congratulate the two on advancing.
"Galaxy Entertainnt trainees, please stand up."
Ye Yuwei and Lu Bingbing rose gracefully, holding hands and wearing elegant smiles.
Long Zitao’s gaze suddenly grew intense, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Ye Yuwei, your group is considered the best in the industry."
"It’s even nicknad Huaxia’s top female group."
"But our program aims to create the ultimate female group as well."
"So which do you think will truly be the best?"
The question plunged the room into silence, and Lv Fangxin’s face revealed panic.
Because the question was exceedingly sharp—it was practically a trap.
Of course, Ye Yuwei could choose a bland answer, but doing so would erode the image she painstakingly established of being wise and decisive.
Yang Xiaoyue watched the scene emotionlessly; the program team had already prepared various press releases.
When the ti ca, this girl would be dissected thoroughly by gossip accounts and rival fans, leaving nothing but bones.
Lu Bingbing felt conflicted. She knew this was the program clearing obstacles for her.
The previous sabotage hadn’t beaten her rival, so now they resorted to a new tactic.
"This is quite a tricky question." Ye Yuwei, microphone in hand, forced a smile and glanced at Lu Bingbing beside her.
As if to say: "You should be directing this question to Galaxy’s captain instead!"
"We’ve never heard our fans call us Huaxia’s top female group. Maybe it’s because I’ve been in the group for a shorter ti!" Ye Yuwei joked lightly.
But she was also speaking the truth; Galaxy fans had indeed never said such things.
Instead, they often criticized the company, expressing grievances about the group as a whole.
However, externally, everyone had to pretend to be united.
"When the program approached our company, they said they wanted to create Huaxia’s top female group."
"Since we’re participating in this program, it shows that our company also hopes the program achieves its goal."
"And I’m confident that the group ford at the end will be the best because we are all the elite representatives of our companies, and our performances on this program speak for themselves."
Ye Yuwei’s words imdiately drew applause from everyone present.
Through the program’s constant indoctrination, fan praises, and the show’s popularity...
These trainees were convinced they were the "elite" of their respective groups.
And thus, how could a group selected from these "elite among the elite" not be the best?
Hearing her response, Long Zitao’s smile grew deeper. Ye Yuwei was indeed remarkable—her reasoning was sharp, borrowing strength while also subtly elevating herself.
"Ye Yuwei, we know Galaxy fans are incredibly nurous."
"So say your current popularity is solely due to the fans who voted for you. What do you think about this?"
This question carried an implicit toxicity with two layers of malice.
First, it aid to dismiss Ye Yuwei’s own talent and effort.
The implication being that her high ranking wasn’t due to her singing or dancing skills...
But simply because of the sheer number of her original fans who boosted her to this position.
Second, it deliberately sought to provoke her into denouncing Galaxy fans, thereby branding her as ungrateful and disrespectful towards supporters.
Lu Bingbing was curious about what her junior would say. She knew Ye Yuwei undoubtedly harbored deep resentnt toward Galaxy fans.
Lv Fangxin, on the other hand, looked genuinely concerned. She didn’t know about Ye Yuwei’s complicated history with Galaxy and its fans, but she sensed that Long Zitao’s question wasn’t well-intentioned.
Many trainees were aware of Ye Yuwei’s story and were intrigued to see how this notorious enemy of the fans would respond.
Ye Yuwei suddenly stood upright, her gaze turning proud.
"Isn’t my popularity precisely because I’ve proven I can stand tall?"
With this seemingly self-deprecating remark, she directly countered the question’s first insinuation, implying: My current popularity is entirely earned by myself.
"My fans have indeed given trendous support. They’ve watched grow and improve step by step."
Her statent was filled with nuance. The first half acknowledged her fans’ support, and since she was nominally part of Galaxy, her fans could also be considered Galaxy fans.
The second half implied that her fans voted for her because of her effort and progress—not blind affection.
Yang Xiaoyue was stunned; she hadn’t expected Ye Yuwei to be so articulate and cunning.
Sun Miao frowned deeply—this little girl was surprisingly hard to handle.
Chen Yinghan and Liu Feiyu, whose intelligence and emotional acuity were high, understood Ye Yuwei’s underlying ssage.
They silently praised her cleverness, though so trainees didn’t catch the implicit aning.
Ye Yuwei continued, "I believe everyone has their own foundation. I feel fortunate that I’ve accumulated mine and stand here today."
Here, she spoke modestly, though the essence of her statent lay in its first half.
She implied: Just like , you all brought along your own fan bases into this program. We’re competing on equal footing, and my success cos from my own effort.
Ye Yuwei faced the question head-on, showing no hesitation, clear in her reasoning, poised and composed!
"Ye Yuwei, I’ve heard your dream is to beco a superstar. If today you had to choose between you or your captain advancing, would you be willing to step aside?"
Though straightforward at face value, this question was laced with malice, designed to instigate rivalry and drama.
Most would respond with sothing like, "We work hard together; no matter who advances, we’ll be happy."
Or outright say, "No, I won’t step aside because everyone has the right to pursue their dreams."
But Ye Yuwei’s persona wasn’t that of soone desperate to climb by stepping over teammates...
Nor was it one of shallow camaraderie that would contradict her image of aloof talent.
"This question already has an answer within Galaxy’s internal selection process."
"The bonds between us Galaxy sisters are just like those ford here—are forged through sweat and shine like gold."
Saying this, Ye Yuwei looked at Lu Bingbing with an expression of "sincerity."
Although resentnt bubbled beneath, she had no choice but to project sisterly affection.
"Every one of us at Galaxy, and everyone here too, shares the dream of becoming a superstar."
"Within Galaxy, no one would back down due to competing for the crown. Instead, we encourage and support one another, striving together."
"Today is no different. My captain and I will do what we’re ant to do."
Ye Yuwei’s words imdiately won fervent applause. Her remarks resonated with everyone’s emotions.
"Don’t think we’re as malicious as you suggest—we don’t plot and sche," Yu Xiaohong shouted.
"Right, we’re here as ’Heaven’s Gift Idols,’ all striving toward the summit. But no individual can reach it alone," Zhang Zijing, usually quiet, suddenly added.
"We are already one group. C-position doesn’t matter; what matters is what we’ve truly experienced," Lai Ruoxuan stated loudly.
Ha! Yes, we’re already one big group.
We’re "Heavenly Idol Girls"; we will defy the odds and beco stars.
At this mont, everyone saw through the program’s efforts to challenge Ye Yuwei.
For reasons unknown, they suddenly united in shared indignation.
Lv Fangxin, watching the scene, teared up. Before coming here, she had warned herself a hundred tis in front of a mirror not to cry.
She was terrified of being mocked again for being the girl who only knew how to cry.
But now, she felt a sense of comfort—a strength she had never felt before.
Yang Xiaoyue, however, looked as dark as ink. Even faced with this, Ye Yuwei hadn’t faltered.
Instead, she had inspired a sense of solidarity among the girls.
She realized their anger wasn’t directed at Ye Yuwei anymore—it was aid squarely at the program team.
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