Day 138

Bo Mi ignited briefly.

Just as he said when the first public ranking was announced, perhaps he was really influenced by Fu Xunyan at that time, so he made that speech "impulsively", without considering the long-term route planned for him by the company and the expectations of his acting fans.

But Bomi is Bomi after all, the "big boy" who looks simple but is actually very cunning.

It’s not that boys don’t gossip. Jiang Han alone was responsible for most of the rumors that reached Fu Xunyan’s ears.

"Bomita—in any case, don't trust him too much."

That day, Jiang Han pouted and gave Fu Xunyan instructions, looking worried.

"I feel like he's a quiet person, but he's incredibly competitive. When he was behind you in the first public performance, I could hear him talking in a rather sullen tone, with a very humble demeanor. And then, even after not even beating you in the second public performance, his mentality was thrown off balance."

"Don't be fooled by his calm appearance. Bai Zhen always sees Bo Mi secretly staring at you. I don't know what he's thinking."

"It's okay." Fu Xunyan knew Jiang Han was worried about him. "As long as he hasn't made a move, it's normal for him to have some thoughts. No one is a saint and can't have any thoughts about other people's success."

What's more, Bomi is such a proud person.

He and Ye Lai are actually very similar, but Ye Lai has an advantage that Bo Mi does not have - he is good at reflection. Instead of attributing his defeat to the good luck of his competitors, he constantly reflects on where he did not do well.

Bo Mi did not have this advantage, and he also took a crucial wrong step - he made such a firm declaration in front of the audience that now, when he had not made any obvious progress, he began to be bitten by this declaration.

"Then why did he get into a fight with Zhou Hengyu this time?"

"Who knows." Jiang Han didn't understand either, but he guessed that he might be performing in front of the camera to get the last wave of traffic.

"But no matter what his reason was, he got into a fight with Zhou Hengyu and tore him off, so that's good."

Yeah, isn't it? Perhaps even Shao Ruzhou didn't really want Zhou Hengyu to take center stage in "The Weight of Dreams."

This is the last stage. For all the trainees who have given up hope of debuting, they can only hope to stand out on stage.

And with the huge traffic that Fu Xunyan brings to "New Century Idol", this goal is very possible.

After all, Fu Xunyan’s collaboration stage with his mentor has been viewed over 10 million times on the largest video website in the country.

That’s not all. Thanks to the boost from Polar Love, this stage became popular again in neighboring countries. International fan clubs already existed, and this wave of fans directly exceeded one million.

Shouldn't we seize the last bit of popularity?

If—and they mean if—The Weight of Dreams performs better than True Colors, then… they’ll make a killing.

Therefore, everyone on "The Weight of Dreams" was desperately trying to get the center position, with Bo Mi and Zhou Hengyu working the hardest. Then, for some unknown reason, the first morning's fight for the center position was fruitless, and in the afternoon, almost everyone switched sides to Bo Mi.

Zhou Hengyu was so angry that he slammed the door and left.

"Bo Mi is the center?" Fu Xunyan was a little surprised when he heard the news. It's not that he looked down on Bo Mi, but Bo Mi's ability really couldn't support him being the center.

Although "The Weight of Dreams" is a lyrical song, the dance intensity is quite high and it follows the bold and open style of modern dance. Although Bomi has made some progress since joining the show, it is still not enough to support him to complete this piece of music.

Jiang Han glanced at Fu Xunyan's furrowed brows strangely: "Are you worried about him?"

"It's really not that bad. What kind of image do I have in your eyes?" Fu Xunyan covered his forehead with his hands, not understanding the origin of Jiang Han's thoughts.

Jiang Han shrugged, with an expression that said you know it yourself.

"I'm just wondering what gives him the guts to try to snatch the center spot. If his impulsive comments about the rankings in the first public performance taught him a lesson, what about this time?"

Jiang Han immediately answered for him: "He's just too hard on himself. Ever since the C position was chosen, I haven't seen him outside the practice room."

"I heard he only went to the bathroom twice, it was horrible."

High-intensity training? It is possible to make up for it. After all, diligent practice is always better than no practice. But the effect... Fu Xunyan doesn't know. It depends on Bo Mi's talent.

And at this moment, looking at the big screen in front of him, Fu Xunyan had the answer.

Bomi...really has no talent.

Of course, he is still good-looking. Bomi's face is recognized as handsome, a typical good boy, a tall boy. Compared with the stubbornness that Ye Lai occasionally shows, Bomi is completely round and has no edges. Coupled with his gentle personality, he does not leave a deep impression on people most of the time.

But in the talent show, this contrast of "non-profundity" collides with his popularity, causing fans to concentrate on cultivating his image as a person who is as calm as a chrysanthemum.

His "great rebellion" in the first public performance was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of fans and passers-by, breaking open the hard skin of the rock and revealing the beautiful softness inside.

Fu Xunyan passed by Bo Mi and looked at Jiang Han, who was always hovering around the C position and often stayed in the corner.

Of course there was no smile on his face, as the choreographer had already said.

"When you get on stage, remember that you are a trainee running with all your might for your dreams—especially you, Jiang Han. Don't smile with all your big white teeth showing. Smile deeply!"

So profound...

Fu Xunyan stared at the screen. The hot air in the background blocked his mouth and nose. His temples still felt like being pricked by fine needles, but since the results from the hospital a few days ago showed that he was fine, he thought it was just a temporary symptom caused by not getting enough rest.

"Are you still in pain?" Yin Xingheng's hand reached out from behind, covered his temples and kneaded them slowly. Behind Yin Xingheng, Cody's expression was very distorted.

While hurriedly touching up Yin Xingheng's makeup, she also felt a faint sense of pleasure.

Fu Xunyan followed his movements: "Yeah, a little bit."

Someone in the distance, twisting their ankle in preparation, became restless and walked over, pressing the bottle of mineral water into his hand. Then, thinking it was wrong, he pulled it back, opened the cap, and put it into the tube.

"Moisten your mouth, it's going to peel."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Bai Wenji glanced at Da Pei, "We are so miserable, why don't we get such treatment?"

Da Pei never spoiled him, and he even took advantage of the situation. He held him and Shen Chi in his armpits, one in each hand. "Why do you need your brother's help? No problem. Come on, I'll open ten bottles for each of you."

They hadn't shouted yet, but the codys around them were so nervous that they were scratching their heads.

"Dal-bae! Let them go! Your makeup's getting rubbed off!"

A few of them were playing and fighting. Ye Lai stood on the other side of Fu Xunyan and watched the teenagers performing on the screen with him. He showed a complicated smile for a while.

“Well, there’s still room for improvement.”

"Why don't you just say we're bound to win?" Yin Xingheng rolled his eyes.

"That's not necessarily true." Ye Lai seemed to be being modest, but the curve of his lips that kept curling up seemed to reveal his true thoughts. "There's still a 1% chance of being surpassed."

"There's no stage voting in the finals." Bai Zhen walked over, his white hair swaying and curled up nicely.

Ye Lai: "The stage voting is the least important thing. What's important is the post-match data."

"You know the significance of a stage that goes beyond the circle."

Bai Zhen fell silent.

Isn’t it?

"Maybe we should be thankful for those returned letters

Teach us to learn to coexist and grow with regret

Like wine buried in winter opened after many years

Taste the bitter sweetness of those days"

Their movements on the stage became increasingly gentle and powerful. Ten teenagers spread out in a staggered manner, facing each other, stretching their arms as if paddling hard in the "ocean", their bodies sinking and jumping up.

The camera moved to the face of Bo Mi in the center position. His determination with clenched teeth shook everyone's heartstrings. The media present immediately confirmed that this was the most popular scene in tonight's final.

The clamor of the entire stadium seemed to be cut off, and the only thing left in the world was this face on the screen. You could see the roll of his Adam's apple, the moisture on his long eyelashes, and even feel the heat from his skin, the warmth of dreams.

Then, a second before the next drum beat, he closed his eyes.

This wasn't a retreat, but a ritualistic sacrifice. When he opened his eyes again, all the struggle and chaos in them had settled, leaving only a clear and resolute determination to move forward.

It is this look that visualizes the "weight" of the entire song. It is no longer an abstract word, but has transformed into sweat, tears, breathing and an unyielding gaze, like a sharp arrow, piercing the screen and nailing straight into the heart of every viewer.

This close-up shot has become the cruelest yet most moving footnote to "dreams" on this stage.

"I was wondering what he was doing standing in front of the mirror so late at night when he wasn't dancing." Liu Yongshan's voice drifted over. "So he's practicing this."

I could hear a hint of sourness in his voice.

"As an actor, he would definitely pay attention to the performance control of such key points."

Fu Xunyan made timely comments to defuse the disturbance that Liu Yongshan's subtle tone might have caused in the backstage camera.

Liu Yongshan was stunned when he heard this. He didn't dare to look at the camera next to him. He could only nod in agreement hurriedly, and at the same time blamed himself for speaking faster than he wanted.

Da Pei pointed to the side screen of the stage that flashed by, on which the real-time ticket count was scrolling.

In tonight's final, all the votes in the front have been cleared, but at this moment, the first place is still occupied by Fu Xunyan, and a rough glance shows that it is already in eight digits.

But the terrifying thing was that Bomi was chasing at an extremely fast speed, closely following Fu Xunyan. The difference between the two numbers was only one tenth, and he was far ahead of the people behind.

The votes for all the trainees in "The Weight of Dreams" are growing rapidly. They occupy five of the top seven places, except Ye Lai and Fu Xunyan.

"But don't worry, we'll be here soon, right?"

Da Pei smiled, embracing everyone. The light in his eyes was enough to ignite the entire backstage, echoing Fu Xunyan's profound cosmic vastness, giving everyone peace of mind.

Along with the fading voices from the front desk came Da Pei's firm declaration.

"Kill them all without a single one left."

This means that the top seven must all be taken by their "True Colors" group.

This is a bit too... Although everyone wants to agree, they feel a little guilty when they see the number of votes for Bo Mi and others.

"We'll get it."

The young man's voice was as steady as ever. When they looked up, they only saw that bright and beautiful face, as if a planet that had wandered in the universe for billions of years had stopped beside them and cast its light.

"Don't forget that we've made sufficient preparations. Even if their performance is impressive, it's only just okay."

"We are 100% perfect."

Fu Xunyan rarely draws conclusions with such certainty, but when he says this, a fire ignites in everyone's heart.

"Of course we can!" Liu Yongshan was the first to respond, grabbing everyone's hands and folding them. "Don't forget that every segment that Treasure Hunt has arranged for us can become a trending search!"

"Not much else to say, just keep going!"