Ragged breaths.
Hearts beating as one. A low, ambient, yet tension-filled sound that encapsulated the entire do. It was ti. The birth of a new generation of idols was finally going to take place. The trainees had now moved to the stage, arranged in the circular platform like candles on a birthday cake. It ever-so-slightly rotated, making the already nauseous trainees even dizzier. The audience and ntors weren't any different. They felt like their hearts had dropped to the pit of their stomachs, so they couldn't imagine how the trainees felt on the stage. Kang Minho, too, felt the nerves in his blood. Yet, he kept a professional stance. The cards were delivered right to his hand—eight special envelopes that contained the nas of the chosen ones. The music only grew louder as Kang Minho took a step forward. - This is really it. - I'm about to shit my pants. - I don't rember ever being this nervous in my entire life. I wasn't even this nervous during my first pregnancy! "Let us start with the seventh place," Minho announced, a loud thud heard from the speakers. He looked at the trainees once before focusing his gaze on the caras. Minho let out a deep breath, paused, and then described the trainee who made it to seventh place.
"This trainee…has been in the top five," he started off. 'So, it's not ,' June said, already feeling nervous. His hands trembled, so he placed them inside his pockets. June had never been sure of his specific ranking…, but in the past missions, he was certain that he was going to make it into the next round. June only ever had second thoughts of making it during the very first ranking. And now, during the last ranking, he was also uncertain. He didn't know to what extent Lin Zhi had manipulated the votes, but if his ranking was truly twelfth place during the last ranking, then he didn't have any ti to relax. His rank was at a very dangerous place. "He is known for his vocal prowess," Minho continued. "However, he is a well-known all-rounder in the competition, with plenty of skills under his belt." June could think of a lot of people right now. But there were two most probable candidates—Ren and Akira. However, since Akira had never made it into the top five, it only ant one thing. "Ren," June muttered under his breath. At the sa ti, Minho called out a na. "Ren!" he exclaid in a loud voice, breaking the tension. Ren's shoulders visibly relaxed as his na was called. He held onto Jisung, who was next to him, for support while the trainees congratulated him. - He made it! Our little producer made it
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