A week later, the instructor came to check on the students' practice results. Fang Xiaoke was still a little nervous. His hand holding Jin He's was trembling, and cold sweat was coming out of his palm. Jin He noticed his nervousness and took his hand in return.

"It's okay, it's just an assessment." Jin He went to bed early last night, lying in bed at nine o'clock. She rested well and looked much better.

"I'm afraid Teacher An will scold me," Fang Xiaoke muttered.

Jin He: "..."

"You should get used to it. He's just sharp-tongued, but he won't actually insult you for no reason."

"Next group."

"It's our turn, don't be nervous." Jin He whispered in Fang Xiaoke's ear, "You've already performed very well, just play normally, there won't be any problems."

Fang Xiaoke was still a little uneasy, but Jin He pulled her onto the stage. The nine trainees lined up in the middle of the field, surrounding Jin He. When the music started, the other eight people immediately bent down and moved away, leaving Jin He standing out in the middle.

It's a very familiar way of making an entrance; Jin He has sung almost all the intros and outros over the years since his debut.

After singing two lines, Jin He stepped aside to the right, giving the center position back to Wen Lian. Only then did the dance officially begin. The movements were gentle, but every action was clean and crisp. It was clear that some thought had been put into the choreography. The movements were synchronized, and the amplitude of the swaying was consistent. It looked really good.

After singing the intro, Jin He seemed to have disappeared, blending into the back of the group. She only sang a couple of lines during the chorus, but her dance moves and facial expressions were still on point, making for a fairly complete stage performance.

After the song ended, the members stood in a row to wait for the mentors' comments. Song Zhiyu picked up the microphone and said, "I think this can be considered a fairly mature performance. I really like it. But Jin He, did you run out of breath towards the end? It felt like you didn't make much of a sound during the later chorus."

Jin He stepped forward, his voice slightly breathless. He nodded and said, "Yes, I was a little out of my depth towards the end."

“Your skill level is actually higher,” Yao Zhang said, jotting something down in a notebook. “I actually prefer Wen Lian’s performance… Is Wen Lian your center position?”

"Yes."

The microphone was handed to An Yi, who swept his sharp gaze across everyone, making the children tremble. Only then did An Yi slowly speak, "It's better than expected."

"I've given you the pass. Go back and keep refining your skills," An Yi said. "Contact me anytime if you need anything."

"We passed!" Fang Xiaoke found it unbelievable. "Teacher An didn't say anything!"

“We didn’t do anything wrong, so why is he criticizing us?” Jin He patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, An Yi isn’t some rude person who would insult people for no reason. If our performance was good, he naturally won’t say anything more.”

"That's fantastic!" Fang Xiaoke cheered. "I'm going back to get a good night's sleep. Ugh, these past few days have been exhausting!"

Wen Lian walked past him and told him, "Don't relax too much. This is just a small test. We still have rehearsals and the official performance."

"Okay." Fang Xiaoke pulled Jin He's hand and headed towards the dormitory. "Brother Xiaohe, let's get a good night's sleep and then continue to work hard. People aren't made of iron, how can we work around the clock? Come on, lie down and get some sleep."

When Wen Lian saw them returning to their dormitory, he didn't stop them. They had indeed been busy these past few days, and it was good to let them relax. So Fang Xiaoke took Jin He back to the dormitory and slept for an afternoon. When they woke up, a staff member handed Jin He a cell phone.

"You can contact your family," the staff member said.

Jin He checked the time; her younger sister should have just finished class. So she called Jin Miao, who answered almost instantly, her loud and boisterous voice ringing out.

"Brother! How are you? Has anything happened in the past two weeks? Did you bring enough clothes? Did you bring enough medicine?" Jin Miao kept asking. "I saw on the live stream that you didn't have a good appetite, right? Is it because of too much stress that your appetite has worsened again? I'll prepare some traditional Chinese medicine and send it over to you."

Jin He waited for her for a full three minutes before Jin Miao finished saying what she wanted to say in one breath. Only then did Jin He slowly speak: "I'm fine, Miao, you don't need to worry about me."

“How could I not worry? I saw your physical condition clearly in the live stream!” Jin Miao said. “I wanted to visit you last week, but I couldn’t get into your base or contact you.”

"I'm really okay." Jin He thought for a moment and added, "An Yi, do you remember Brother An Yi? He took good care of me, so you don't need to worry."

Jin Miao was silent for a while, then said, "Brother, why don't you withdraw from the competition? I'm scared."

Jin He reached out and touched his chest, sighed and said, "Forget it, Xiao Miao, I can still hold on."

Jin Miao remained silent.

"Otherwise, wouldn't all the things my brother learned when he was young have been wasted?"

Jin Miao's voice sounded a little tearful on the other end. She sniffled and said, "My brother is still young, only twenty-five years old."

"Yes, my brother is still young now."

"Then I'll bring you some things in a bit. Could you tell the staff that you just need some of the traditional Chinese medicine you usually take, and a few warm clothes?"

The little girl only had this many requests, so Jin He naturally couldn't refuse her again. He finally nodded and said, "Okay, I'll tell the director everything."

The director was quite easy to talk to. Jin He only mentioned it to him briefly, and the director quickly nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll find you an empty room to talk to your sister."

The production team even sent a car to pick up Jin Miao. Not only did Jin Miao come alone, she also brought two huge suitcases.

Jin He: "..."

"Are you sure you're serious?"

"This is the Chinese medicine you need to drink. I also brought you a health pot. Remember, boil it with three bowls of water until you get one bowl of medicine." Jin Miao took out the items one by one and introduced them to him. "This is red date candy that I just made yesterday. I peeled the skins this time."

"Peeling is such a hassle."

When An Yi entered, Jin He was squatting next to his suitcase, looking at the things his sister had brought. She was such a small, pitiful-looking girl.

"You, you can just sit on the sofa." Jin Miao seemed to not want him to squat.

"What is this?" Jin He looked curiously at the contents of the suitcase.

"Hot water bottles, right? Your hands and feet aren't getting enough blood, so they're always cold. You should prepare a few more hot water bottles. These don't need to be charged; just fill them with hot water."

"oh."

"Go sit on the sofa," Jin Miao said. "Get up slowly, hold onto the sofa, no need to rush."

An Yi walked in and smiled at Jin Miao, "Hello."

Teacher An has never shown a kind face to anyone else, except for the two siblings from the Jin family. Unfortunately, no one is willing to give him a kind look. Jin Miao just glanced at him, nodded, and then started nagging her brother again.

"And this is to whet your appetite. I noticed in the live stream that you didn't have a good appetite. The hungrier you are, the worse your appetite becomes, and the worse your appetite becomes, the less you can eat. Isn't that a vicious cycle?"

Jin He sat on the sofa and nodded.

Then Jin Miao took out a series of exquisite silk pouches from the bottom of the suitcase, and took out a stethoscope from them. "Here, let me listen to your heartbeat."

Jin He: "..."

"Is this why you came here?"

"What else? I definitely need to check on you before I feel at ease. You get dizzy just from going downstairs for a walk, and you're here singing and dancing? How can I feel at ease?" Jin Miao said without waiting for a reply. She reached out and pulled open her brother's clothes, placed the stethoscope on his chest, and listened intently for a while.

“We agreed that you’ll stay here for just one week, then go home.”

“Okay.” Jin He agreed. “I really feel much better lately. It’s never a bad thing to exercise more.”

"That won't work either. It's better to exercise at home!"

"Okay," Jin He readily agreed. "Are you relieved now?"

"I will never be able to let you go in this lifetime," Jin Miao said with a stern face.

After remaining silent for a long time, An Yi suddenly asked, "What exactly happened to your brother? Is he seriously ill?"

Jin Miao didn't have a good impression of An Yi. To be precise, she didn't have a good impression of anyone in the industry around her brother. But when An Yi asked her this, Jin Miao's expression changed slightly.

Although An Yiren is annoying, he's... alright to his brother, otherwise...

"No," Jin He denied immediately, "It's just some minor issues."