Chapter 68

After everyone has determined their groups for the final performance, everyone will choose a solo song to perform from singing, dancing and rap.

In this final, crucial moment, everyone put their all into bringing out their best to fight for their last chance to stand out on stage. After the performance, the production team will close the voting system, and this short minute could be their last dance.

No one wants to mess up during a live broadcast. Every year, there are people who can't sing the high notes and awkwardly crack their throats in front of the camera; there are people who choose a complicated dance and forget the moves, so they can only do a few crooked twists and turns, and are immediately screenshotted and mocked by the crowd; free creation is even more of a disaster area, #unpleasant to the ear#incomprehensible#re-learning primary school Chinese#the most important test for idols is their Mandarin proficiency level... This series of entries are prepared for them.

The mentors and staff had one-on-one discussions with the students. After all, no one wanted to have their name mentioned in negative articles on the debut night.

The prerequisite for being black and red is to be able to be red. After being labeled as ugly, not like an idol, and not worthy of debuting, there are only black spots left. How can it be possible to become red against the trend?

In dreams, I just want to go to bed.

Jiang Shiyu listened seriously to the analysis of the PD and the instructor.

The instructor smiled and said, "Your previous performances have received very good responses, and you're now considered a contestant who can sing and dance well. Your singing received a lot of praise during your first performance, and you later won first place in dancing. I think you should just choose the one you like."

Jiang Shiyu smiled sheepishly: "Thank you, teacher."

The PD had more stage experience, and for this "princess consort" who was sure to debut, it was much better to go along with it and do a little favor than to say nothing. She thought for a moment and said, "Based on past experience, dancing is more likely to rock the house. As for singing, apart from her strong high notes and particularly engaging ballads, the rest of the performance is average."

She glanced at the boy who was full of confusion and gave her suggestion: "I recommend you choose dance."

Jiang Shiyu agreed with the PD's words, but what dance to perform and what song to choose were also issues to consider.

Zheng Yan also came over and put his head on his shoulder, making it look like he was hugging him from behind.

"Are you struggling with song selection?"

"Yeah." Jiang Shiyu pointed to the two cards in front of him. Their dance teacher wrote several alternative plans for him. He felt that two of them were very suitable. One had dense drum beats, and the other was a cheerful and lively style.

“I like both songs.”

Zheng Yan also picked up the two pieces of paper. He thought Jiang Shiyu looked good no matter what dance he performed. Even if he just stood there doing nothing, he would willingly vote for him.

He subconsciously wanted to say "It's all fine, I like all the dances you make", but just as he uttered the first syllable, Jiang Shiyu glared at him with narrowed eyes.

"Don't give me a perfunctory answer." Jiang Shiyu said fiercely.

The prince felt truly wronged. He had spoken from the heart, and who would think their boyfriend was bad? But now he understood the situation of his friends. When a partner asked A or B, answering "all" was never a good choice.

Seeing Zheng Yan also lost in thought, Jiang Shiyu's topic began to veer off track again: "What did you choose?"

"Sing." Zheng Yan finally picked out one of the two pieces of paper. "Wouldn't a cheerful style look too childish? For the finals stage, something explosive would be more suitable."

Jiang Shiyu took the card and said, "This is it."

"But this dance is so difficult." He looked at Zheng Yanye again, the pleading and expectation in his eyes obvious, "You have to teach me."

"Is it alright, Yan Ye?"

There was no possibility of him refusing.

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With not much time left before the finals, they have to practice for the group stage and try their best to ensure the quality of their individual stage. The classroom has become the permanent place for most people. Whenever you open any classroom, there are people practicing inside.

No one expressed the urgency directly, and when people met and greeted each other, they only said words like "come on" and "you're so awesome", but the air was still filled with an anxious atmosphere.

While eating lunch, Feng Zhuo poked at the rice in his bowl intermittently. He wanted to speak several times, but nothing came out after he opened his mouth.

Seeing that he looked worried, Jiang Shiyu stood up and placed a glass of juice in front of him. The glass made a crisp sound when it hit the table.

"What's wrong?"

The people around him also looked at him, and Zheng Yan also raised his eyebrows: "What happened? Brother is here to support you."

He said this very naturally. Feng Zhuo looked up at him and felt that he had seamlessly switched between the two states of mind: the one where he really became Yu Yan's son and could cling to someone powerful, and the other where Zheng Yan pretended to be good and wanted to beat him up.

That kind of talk really deserves a beating, Your Highness. Especially at this moment, on the verge of exploding, the sudden glances from different directions made him feel like a thorn in his back.

Feng Zhuo sighed and took another mouthful of rice. "Our group is terrible. For the entire morning, not a single person said they wanted to practice the group piece. Everyone was so immersed in their own solos."

"I tried to ask if we could practice as a group a few times first, but they all ignored me."

"How are we going to perform on the group stage if this continues? Are you all on track?"

Jiang Shiyu and Zheng Yan also looked at each other. Their progress could only be said to be slightly better than Feng Zhuo's group.

But it's also very small.

Since the morning, the practice room was filled with a perfunctory and tense atmosphere. When the instructor came, everyone was still practicing their movements seriously, but they persisted for less than ten minutes. During the short break, someone took the opportunity to ask the instructor about his solo, and then it naturally turned into a one-on-one tutoring session.

It was almost lunch time, and no one knew what to say, so they all left the classroom to eat.

Now we have to go back and face their progress which has not changed at all.

Jiang Shiyu bravely suggested, "Can we practice the group performance this afternoon?"

Although everyone seemed to be uninterested, they still did not refuse at the request of Zheng Yanye and Jiang Shiyu.

After all, the true prince and royal family are written on his face, and there is no benefit in offending someone who is determined to make his debut.

They still want to take advantage of the popularity after the show is over.

After stumbling through the first dance, some people couldn't sit still anymore.

He Xiaoyao's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Jiang Shiyu to hear clearly. He was talking to the people around him: "We have practiced this stage three times today. My friends are all practicing their solos."

"Some people don't care about their stage, but I do."

Zheng Yan's face suddenly turned cold. Before he could say anything, Jiang Shiyu tugged at his sleeve and shook his head gently: Forget it.

He compromised good-naturedly, "Then let's practice individually first, and then together again before the end of the night, okay?"

I got a grumpy and arrogant "hmm" and a cold snort from the other side.

Zheng Yan was on the verge of exploding. From the beginning, the atmosphere here wasn't great. These people had their own problems, and being sarcastic towards Jiang Shiyu was nothing. He didn't want to just brush it off, but Jiang Shiyu held his hand.

"Come and show me the moves." He blinked, and his eyelashes fluttered like two small fans, briskly sweeping away Zheng Yanye's dissatisfaction, "Don't be angry, Brother Yanye."

“It’s not worth it.”

Well, Zheng Yan suppressed his anger, stood behind Jiang Shiyu, and observed his movements in the mirror.

Jiang Shiyu's progress is really obvious. From the beginning when his hands and feet were weak and powerless, now every major frame movement has become crisp and neat. Zheng Yan is the one who knows most about the effort and sweat he has put into it.

He accompanied Jiang Shiyu to watch the lights in the classroom go out one by one in the middle of the night, watched tears and sweat mix together on the floor with him, stretched his legs with him over and over again, watched him lie there with his hair wet on his forehead, just like this person, and then stood up and said to do it again.

Zheng Yanye's eyes softened as the person in the mirror moved. Jiang Shiyu deserves the best.

"How was my dancing?" Jiang Shiyu turned around and looked at him. His cheeks were flushed due to the intense exercise just now, and he showed it in front of Zheng Yanye very temptingly.

Zheng Yan also felt a dry mouth. He deliberately cleared his throat and said, "That's great."

"But I'm still not satisfied with this movement." Jiang Shiyu turned to the mirror again and made a middle wave and opening and closing movement.

"Your waist is still too stiff." Zheng Yan also put his hand on his waist. The heat instantly transmitted to every part of his body through the clothes, and even his breathing became heavy and sticky.

"Do it this way." Zheng Yan also guided him step by step. Jiang Shiyu slowly relaxed along with his movements, and the two figures in the mirror entangled together.

“You see, that’s how you learn it.”

Zheng Yan also chuckled. He was just about to take this opportunity to ask Jiang Shiyu for some other compensation when a small but clear sneer suddenly came from behind them.

He looked coldly at the person who made the sound in the mirror.

He Xiaoyao looked away guiltily and shrugged: "Didn't we say we'd practice the group dance again? Aren't you guys coming?"

Jiang Shiyu also frowned. This person was targeting them too obviously. But they were all in the same group. It would not be good to fall out with them.

The results were still poor. Some had forgotten their moves, some had misplaced their positions, and some were limp and powerless. The instigators showed no remorse. He Xiaoyao was the first to get up from the floor, picked up his things, and prepared to leave, not forgetting to preemptively say, "It seems our two center positions haven't been able to get the ball rolling. Everyone should practice more."

This person could actually say that, and Zheng Yan didn't even raise his head. Jiang Shiyu responded to him in a very good-tempered manner.

Jiang Shiyu remained motionless in front of the mirror until everyone else had left. Zheng Yan also stood at the door, wanting to ask him to go back together.

Jiang Shiyu didn't move.

He sighed and walked over to Jiang Shiyu, only to be met with a stubborn face. Zheng Yan also felt that he was turning evil. While Xiaoyao was free and easy, his Xiaoyu was consumed by internal energy and kept practicing over and over again.

"It's late today, let's go back, baby."

"Okay." Jiang Shiyu finally paused and slowly followed Zheng Yanye. He watched the shadow swallow him bit by bit and suddenly said, "Are we really that bad?"

"How is that possible?" Zheng Yan also pulled him into his arms and kissed him on the forehead. "You are the best Jiang Shiyu."

He sneered: "Some people are not worthy of criticizing us. What have they become?"

"Tomorrow I will have a good discussion with them about these issues today."

"Forget it." Jiang Shiyu lay in his arms and said sullenly.

Zheng Yan didn't respond. Why should he let it go? Why should he let it go? He didn't want to let it go. He wouldn't allow anyone to try to stop Jiang Shiyu from shining.

But when he looked into Jiang Shiyu's eyes, they were filled with fatigue and sadness.

Zheng Yan also felt that Jiang Shiyu's forehead was a little hot.

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I'm late. I haven't been in a good state recently. Thank you all for waiting for me and tolerating me TT