"Please welcome the first group to perform. Their song is 'Candy Flavored Girl'!"

It's a sweet little song that's neither good nor bad. There are only four people in this group. They are wearing pink miniskirts and the background of the waves is quite cute.

"There's nothing memorable about it!" After listening to it, Hu Die gave this final evaluation.

"It's so peaceful." Zhou Yiyang paused: "After listening to it, you basically can't remember what they sang."

In addition, there was basically no popular trainee in this group, so at the end, the applause from the audience was sparse.

The four trainees had no choice but to bow and leave in a hurry.

The second group came up next. They performed the same song, and even the clothes they wore were no different from the previous group.

"Could this be a complete replica?" A spectator on Zhou Yiyang's left said in horror.

Zhou Yiyang was still able to sit still: "That shouldn't be the case, right?"

However, no one expected that the second group's performance would be as boring as the first.

At this time, Zhou Yiyang, like most of the audience, couldn't help but start to wonder if there was something wrong with the song.

"It's probably a style issue." Zhou Yiyang analyzed to Hu Die seriously, "Actually, looking back at our previous performances, the most popular ones were those really explosive performances. Not many people like sweet performances like this one."

"Indeed," Hu Die nodded in agreement. Then, as if remembering something, she suddenly looked at Zhou Yiyang: "Brother Yang, is the song you gave them this time also of this type?"

"My song," Zhou Yiyang paused, "The production team told me to find a heartwarming song, so this time the song shouldn't be a very explosive one."

However, the trainees who sang this song are all popular contestants with good abilities, so they will definitely perform well on stage.

Zhou Yiyang was not worried about this.

After the second group finished their performance, they all had to choose the better group. Zhou Yiyang thought about it and made a difficult decision.

As for the trainee who impressed him the most, he chose to abstain.

In fact, most people abstained from voting, not because they really had no impression, but because the people who voted here were fans.

You know, the person with the highest number of votes in the end will get a reward, so fans will certainly not vote for others.

The host seemed to sense that the atmosphere had become quite depressing, so he quickly told a few jokes to get the audience laughing again.

"This next group is really impressive," the host said, his lips curled. "'Love O2O', the lyricist and composer is Zhou Yiyang. You should all be familiar with this, right?"

There was an immediate chorus of "familiar" from the audience, which made Zhou Yiyang smile awkwardly. He didn't expect that he was quite popular now.

"The trainees who performed it are even more amazing! The trainees in Group A are Lin Xuan'er, Shi Feifei, Wang Xingrui, Tian Xiaohua, and Hong Xiaofei!"

Every time the host reads out a name, the audience below will scream along. Several fans are competing with all their might, determined not to lose in momentum.

"Hey, Group B isn't far behind. Chu Tianjiao, Su Yin, Tang Yue, Xiao Lei, Wang Ke'er! This is a battle of the gods, aren't you looking forward to it?"

Scream answers this question perfectly.

"Then please welcome Group A to perform their own rendition of 'Love O2O'!"

This is a heartfelt song, and the singing requirements are much higher than the dancing requirements.

The dance that the choreographer and several trainees finally decided on was so difficult that even Lin Xuaner's grandmother could learn it.

How to attract audiences and make them remember a song like this is a difficult problem.

"Actually, I think this song was prepared by Brother Yang for our album, but it was too bland on stage." Lin Xuan'er was not in a good mood after the first rehearsal.

Wang Xingrui sat beside her and fanned her gently with her hand: "But Xuan'er, you sang very well just now."

"What do you think Weiwei is?" Lin Xuaner asked.

She felt that if she didn't give Weiwei a definition, no matter how moving her singing was, she might not be able to enter the hearts of the audience.

And Wang Xingrui was indeed the one that left the most memorable impression on Lin Xuaner during the first rehearsal.

She sang this song beautifully.

"I think 'weiwei' refers to us ordinary people, right?" Wang Xingrui smiled. "Most of us are just a speck of dust, so insignificant. But even dust has its own joys and sorrows."

"Ordinary people aren't insignificant," Lin Xuan'er shook her head. She felt as if she had grasped the meaning of the song during her discussion with Wang Xingrui. "They're also great! My parents are both high school teachers. They're ordinary, right? They earn modest salaries, sending off batch after batch of students. But I think they're great. Their diligence in their work is worthy of admiration."

"Yes," Wang Xingrui laughed. "Our understandings don't conflict. Weiwei is us, but even ordinary people like us can be great."

Shi Feifei and Tian Xiaohua, who were listening to the discussion behind them, also spoke up:

“I was actually quite moved when I first heard this song.”

Most of the time, Shi Feifei gave them the impression of being carefree and a little pretentious.

It was hard to imagine her crying, and I even subconsciously felt that she was pretending again.

"I started working right after I graduated from junior high school," Shi Feifei said, sitting on the floor with her head bowed and her hands on her knees. "At first, I helped out in my parents' shop."

"What does your family do?" Tian Xiaohua was very curious.

Shi Feifei suddenly smiled proudly: "Barbecue, our Northeastern barbecue is delicious! Actually, I'm not sentimental. After all, I feel quite happy. My parents' business is doing well, and I have an older brother who treats me very well. As for me, although I am not good at studying, I can do what I like. I remember the day I turned 18, I told my mother, Mom, I want to go live broadcast.

My mom said, "Oh, go for it. She knows a lot of people doing it." So I did it. At first, I livestreamed for ten hours a day, and I was so happy if there was even one comment. I'm just an ordinary person, and my whole family is ordinary, but we all make a living on our own and are very happy. Isn't that great? I feel like I am Weiwei."

The three of them all started clapping simultaneously. Perhaps it was Shi Feifei who started it, as Tian Xiaohua also shared her own experience. "I'm a sports student, did you know that?"

"From the gymnastics team?" Wang Xingrui suddenly asked.

"Get lost!" Tian Xiaohua shook her hair. "I practiced sprinting in junior high. My parents are both workers. They knew I wasn't a very good student, and they heard that I could get a subsidy if I went to a sports school, so they let me go."

"Then why did you come here to be a trainee?" Lin Xuan'er was very surprised and realized that there were really many hidden talents here.

"I'm not talented enough. I can't even make the city team. Continuing to train is a waste of my youth. You don't know how much talent is needed in the sports industry. I'm just an ordinary person. But I'm living a good life now. If I become unpopular in the future, I'll be a celebrity back home."

The fifth person raised his hand tremblingly: "I don't have any remarkable past. I'm just an ordinary person from an ordinary family who lives a normal life."

“So, we are all Weiwei!”

Five people walked onto the stage, but the music did not start.

Zhou Yiyang frowned. Is there something wrong with the speakers?