Chen Yinghan took the microphone.
"I’d like to tell my supporter, my creator, that I’ve moved up by 15 spots this ti and made it here."
"I’m truly grateful, and I’ll walk with my creator until the very end of this road."
Chen Yinghan’s speech was brief, but it left many people in front of their screens stunned.
Li Ke even shook his head, wondering if she had said "supporter" or "creator" in that first sentence.
Fans who shipped couples went wild: Was she hinting at so kind of relationship?
The sisters and production crew were equally shocked—was this a slip of the tongue from Chen Yinghan?
Lv Fangxin, however, was both embarrassed and smug. Chen Yinghan seed to have just officially stamped approval for their pairing.
"Girls, we are about to reach the other side."
"This also ans that our journey has co to an end."
"Only 22 of us can step ashore there."
"I wish each of you good luck."
Long Zitao smiled wistfully, carrying hope for the future like a distant horizon.
None of the girls could hold it together; they all rushed toward each other, tears flowing freely.
The mont of disembarking marked the farewell between the 22 and the 14, separated by just a stretch of water.
Zhao Juke waved her hand desperately, barely able to stifle her sobs.
Wei Xin, Wang Tingting, Wang Qingyu, and Lu Xiaoman all cried their hearts out like sorrowful beauties.
As the boat pulled away, Fan Lei suddenly shouted, "Fan Lei, you need to grow up, you need to be strong, and learn not to be bullied anymore."
"I’ll beco a star, and make sure my brilliance never fades!" Zhao Juke also shouted.
It seed their cries were heard by those still on shore.
Jiang ngqi also shouted from the edge of the riverbank, "I want to keep doing what I love; I don’t want to go back to stringing chicken feet anymore."
"I’ll guard the top spot and beco the queen on the throne," ng ixuan shouted domineeringly.
Ye Yuwei watched this group of passionate, youthful, and energetic girls, feeling her blood boil. Just experiencing this journey was enough for a lifeti.
Lv Fangxin clung tightly to Chen Yinghan, as if afraid to lose a treasured possession.
Their gazes t, across the expanse of the river, as the wind tousled their hair.
Lu Bingbing’s eyes carried hints of lancholy; this picturesque scene was like her youth, slowly fading with the long winds.
The 22 arrived at a park for the fan eting.
Looking out from the stage, the dense crowd beneath roared with excitent, their cheers like tidal waves. For a mont, the girls felt like real stars.
So groups perford songs that had been incredibly popular during the three previous performances.
However, after listening to their live performances, Li Ke couldn’t help but feel like the recordings must have been heavily edited.
Except for Li Zing, Duan Yuxin, Yang Ni, and Ye Yuwei, the rest were complete disasters.
Originally, people thought Zhang Zijing would sing well, but her high notes cracked embarrassingly.
Due to eliminations, many of the performances no longer featured the original teams.
For instance, Ye Yuwei was unexpectedly assigned to sing "Red High Heels."
Jiang ngqi, who wasn’t skilled at singing, was made to perform "Huaxia Words."
What shocked Li Ke the most was Lv Fangxin’s group—all their original mbers from the third performance were present.
Yet the result was still a train wreck, making Lv Fangxin’s singing seem unexpectedly decent by comparison.
To make matters worse, Liu Feiyu’s mic malfunctioned, causing her voice to cut in and out.
"They must’ve hired so top-notch audio engineers to fix this ss live," Li Ke muttered to himself as the only plausible explanation.
In fact, he wasn’t entirely wrong—mbers like Zhang Zijing, Qiang Yueting, and Lai Ruoxuan, who were almost professional singers, wouldn’t normally perform so poorly. The issue was the grueling recording schedules.
The girls’ bodies were utterly exhausted, and they were pushing themselves past their limits now.
Performance quality beca a matter of endurance and physical resilience.
In situations like these, if a performance bombed, it bombed—there was no chance of salvaging it.
This was exactly what Long Zitao had ntioned: Penguin treated them like disposable commodities.
Most artists didn’t even have control over their own performances.
Take Wang Na for example: The mont she stepped out from the indoor stage lighting, fans at the venue erupted into mocking laughter.
She was simply too unattractive—overweight and dark-skinned.
Though so people tried promoting so-called "avant-garde aesthetics," the public wasn’t foolish, especially when it ca to entertainers in the spotlight.
The standard for girl groups hadn’t changed, just as public aesthetics hadn’t.
Wang Na’s push to redefine girl group standards might resonate with so won, but how many were actually on board?
Ask a girl if she’d rather undergo plastic surgery to look like Wang Na or Lv Fangxin, and the vast majority would opt for the latter.
The direct consequence of this fan eting was the program’s sponsors demanding they stop airing Wang Na’s solo comrcial spots.
The reason? They didn’t want their custors associating their brand with her appearance.
The issue boiled down to marketing: Would you want to look like Wang Na, or like Lv Fangxin, after using their costic products?
This fan eting saw the most gains for Ye Yuwei and Lv Fangxin.
Both were flawless beauties from every angle.
One resembled a high schooler straight out of a Japanese manga, while the other looked like an angel with slightly European features.
They dazzled the audience, leaving them utterly bewitched.
Even ng ixuan’s most spiteful fans had to admit the two were stunning.
Lu Bingbing was thrilled this ti; throughout three performances, River fans had been completely excluded.
But today, she finally saw lightboards supporting her, with an impressive crowd of three to four hundred people.
The River fans had gone all out for her this ti.
She even spotted her friends Yu Qingjia and Wang Yiran among them.
In the crowd, Yu Qingjia and her friends were equally emotional. After nearly three months apart, they were finally seeing their leader in person again.
Still, given their status, it was impossible for them to go backstage to et her.
Yu Qingjia’s eyes welled up with tears as she waved frantically at Lu Bingbing.
She could sense that Bingbing had seen her and her fellow sisters.
Watching the 22 girls onstage, Yu Qingjia and friends couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.
They had spent seven years grinding away in Galaxy, enduring so much hardship, yet had remained unnoticed.
anwhile, these girls had captured the nation’s hearts in just three months.
Especially Ye Yuwei and Lv Fangxin.
Back then, Ye Yuwei had been a nobody, just a pretty face attracting so fans. But now, she was soone Yu Qingjia could hardly even hope to reach.
Her fanbase in the venue alone numbered around 200, but outside, waving banners and holding up support signs, there were at least a thousand more.
This was a level of support that Galaxy’s "Sacred Seven" couldn’t gather even if they all ca together.
Adding up the fanbases of all the mbers present, the number of supporters in and around the park easily reached the tens of thousands.
This kind of fanbase rivaled first-tier celebrities.
The one they envied most was still Lv Fangxin.
Many Galaxy idols lacked singing and dancing skills but would fantasize about becoming stars overnight. They too dread of fa sweeping across the world in an instant.
During Lv Fangxin’s performance, Yu Qingjia was horrified to notice River fans chanting and cheering for her.
This ant many of them were "climbing the wall" to support soone else.
For them to survive in small theaters, fans were their lifeline. Losing fans would spell the end for them.
Seeing her sisters cheering for Lv Fangxin, Yu Qingjia couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
Even within River, they each had idols of their own that they admired.
"Look—what is Gao Ziyi doing, cutting off Qiqi’s mic?" Zhang Yu erupted with anger.
She knew Lai Ruoxuan; the two had auditioned for Galaxy together.
Though Zhang Yu passed their final assessnt, Lai Ruoxuan did not.
They still kept in touch occasionally and were considered friends.
Seeing Gao Ziyi dare to cut off Lai Ruoxuan’s mic during her speech infuriated Zhang Yu.
Yu Qingjia and her companions saw it too, and they were equally shocked.
They all recognized this obviously as a clear case of internal bullying.
How could Gao Ziyi act this way in public?
Galaxy was notorious for its internal feuds, but they always presented a united front externally.
"Is Gao Ziyi really pulling this nonsense? Does she think there aren’t caras here?" Su Yiran was also surprised at Gao Ziyi’s behavior.
However, no one onstage seed to notice Gao Ziyi’s actions.
After all, they were all facing the audience.
In truth, Gao Ziyi herself didn’t realize the inappropriateness of her actions.
She was simply eager to speak and wanted to grab attention.
In their earpieces, Yang Xiaoyue was reminding them about speaking ti.
Lai Ruoxuan, with a wry smile, seed resigned.
In that setting, she had to remain composed, especially since Gao Ziyi was more popular than her.
This scene, however, didn’t escape the eyes of Lai Ruoxuan’s fans. It was captured and recorded, as well as by fans from other groups.
Many had long disapproved of Gao Ziyi, particularly fans of others vying for the spotlight.
This incident handed them plenty of ammunition.
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