Chapter 13

After three days of rehearsal and performance, Chu Yu was finally able to dance to the whole song, but it was only limited to the extent that his left and right hands and legs did not reverse. However, for him, this was already a precious progress.

During this period, Chu Yu ate, drank and slept peacefully, but the system sighed day after day. Just listening to the sound made him feel like he had lost several hairs, and it sounded like the worry of an elder.

"We're not really going to pack up and leave after one day, are we?"

Chu Yu had just finished dancing the final dance with her teammates. There was a camera in each practice room, and Jing Yan specially moved the camera over to record their dance. After the dance, they sat cross-legged together to review the video.

This was the first time Chu Yu saw her own dance from someone else's perspective.

How can I describe it? His ethereal body frame, dazed movements and confused expression really look like an old lady performing a shaman act.

The reactions of several teammates around him were also obvious. When it was the turn of others, everyone frowned and seriously studied the movements and details; when it was Chu Yu's turn, everyone was silent for a while, and then started to hold back their laughter.

It’s impossible to be too harsh about such an indescribable dance. What can you expect from a Capybara that exhausts itself just by moving its limbs?

At this moment, Chu Yu heard the nervous and worried question from the system in his mind again. His face remained expressionless, and he sighed in his heart, then returned to a calm tone.

Now that things have come to this, let’s eat first.

"Eat something good to boost morale, and then try harder?" The system asked tentatively with some hope.

No, eat something delicious so you can get on the road. Then you can only pick up trash when you go to the overpass.

“…”

Three days later at 7pm, the recording of the debut stage performance officially began.

All the trainees changed into the uniforms of their own teams and entered the venue one by one in the order, entering the contestant seats on the left half of the studio.

The seats in the studio are arranged in a circular shape, with the left half for contestants and the right half for audiences. The judges' seats are lined up in front of the brightly lit stage. Currently, the five chairs are empty and no one has sat down on them yet.

From the debut stage to the final stage, every public performance will have real-time voting by the audience. At that time, the total number of popularity votes for each trainee will also be composed of two parts: online and offline. Although offline voting accounts for a small proportion, it is still very important for most players who want to get a good ranking.

At this time, the seats on the right were already filled with spectators who came to watch Ding Lian's first stage performance. A few of the popular contestants had even formed fan clubs. They sat in the front rows, waving light boards and cheering sticks, and immediately burst into enthusiastic screams when they saw their favorite contestants come in.

The contestant seats were divided into four areas. The smallest area in the middle with its own chairs was for Class A. Class B and Class C were located on the left and right sides respectively. The large, empty, chilly wasteland at the top was designated for Class F.

The first pair to enter were still the prince and the eldest son who had the most krypton gold backed by big companies. Fu Hansong's sunglasses were probably welded to his face, and he didn't take them off until before the performance.

The announcement in the hall sounded at the right time:

"Please choose a seat according to your level. Please note that if a contestant receives a lower rating than their current seat in the subsequent preliminary assessment, they will be directly demoted to Class F."

The audience cheered enthusiastically.

"Hubby! Go to Class A! Class A!"

Two cool guys with a cool demeanor walked up the steps to the contestant's booth with their long legs and a breeze. Their steps were calm and composed, and then they split into two groups without looking back.

When Fu Hansong followed the public opinion and walked to Class A, he turned around and found in confusion that Wei Ziyu did not follow him, but went to Class B on his left.

We agreed to show off together. Why did you betray me?

Wei Ziyu noticed his gaze, but remained calm without even moving his eyes. He continued to look straight ahead and said, "It's okay. Just sit down."

He still has some idea of his own ability. Sitting in Class A is nice for a while, but it will be a crematorium in the end.

It's better to lose face a little now than to lose face in front of the judges later.

Moreover, based on his understanding of his ex-boyfriend, Jiang Chenglu would most likely choose Class B.

Several groups of contestants came in later, and without exception, they all chose Class B or Class C. Fu Hansong was left alone sitting in the king's position in the center of the entire contestant seat, looking disheveled and facing the wind.

After a while, there was a sudden commotion in the audience. Wei Ziyu looked down and saw that familiar face.

"Jiang Chenglu, mommy loves you!!!" a female fan who looked to be in her early twenties shouted heartbreakingly.

Jiang Chenglu smiled shyly and waved to the right half of the audience as she walked up the stairs, which drew shouts of "Baby, you're so cute!"

Then he looked around, saw the Class B seats and walked over.

Wei Ziyu sat in the innermost seat, crossing his legs in the elegant manner of a domineering CEO, staring coldly ahead, as if he saw nothing.

Then he caught a glimpse of Jiang Chenglu standing at the outermost aisle seat, sitting down calmly. The distance between the two of them was enough to fit eight divorce certificates in a row.

“…”

Chu Yu and his team appeared not too late. When they entered the studio, most of the seats were still empty. He stood at the end of the team and looked around at the empty seats for contestants.

Then he made eye contact with Fu Hansong, who was sitting in the middle, feeling very uncomfortable and embarrassed.

The hall broadcast sensed their entry and repeated the seating rules. Chu Yu listened as he walked up the stairs without stopping. Xie Man, Jing Yan, and others in front of him whispered to each other:

"How about going to Class B?"

"I think Class C is safer."

"Then let's go for Class C."

"But I want to take a gamble. I think I can stay in Class B."

"Then we'll split up into two groups. Those who want to go to Class C will follow me, and those who want to go to Class B will follow Xie Man."

Jing Yan turned around after she finished speaking and said, "Ayu, where do you want to go?"

He watched Chu Yu walk up and brush past them. Then he pointed ahead and said with longing, "There."

Several people looked up following his finger, and then fell silent: "..."

The topmost and most spacious area of the entire contestant seating area, where no one has sat yet, is where Class F is, feeling lonely up there.

Looking at Chu Yu's expression again, there was even a hint of strange excitement and anticipation.

So the troops were divided into three groups. Chu Yu sat down in the empty F class contentedly amid the system's wailing. He felt even more satisfied when he saw that there were no humans on either side.

Entering Class F feels like going home. I love being there.

The only drawback is that there is a human in front.

Fu Hansong sat alone in Class A, which was also very lonely. He turned around and stared at Chu Yu: "..."

There was no one else around them, and they were facing such a large group of people, like two people sitting in court.

Until the later contestants arrived one after another, and some of the strong ones chose to sit in Class A, Fu Hansong soon had neighbors, so Chu Yu was the only one sitting in the court.

Because there is no limit on the number of contestants in each area, most trainees would rather squeeze shoulder to shoulder in Class B and Class C, and no one chooses to go to the high and spacious Class F.

Chu Yu sat in the VIP seat in the middle of the top floor, looking around the entire studio. He felt like an emperor and was secretly happy.

But he didn't watch for long before he started to feel sleepy. His eyelids had just fluttered twice when a thunderous cheer suddenly broke out in front of him. He looked up and found that the mentor group had parachuted onto the stage.

After the much-anticipated mentors' debut show and the overwhelming cheers, the initial stage evaluation session soon began, starting with the students in Class A.

Chu Yu did not understand the theories and tricks behind this kind of singing and dancing stage, nor did he have any interest in it. He tilted his head to look at two stages, then straightened his head to look at one stage, and finally remained in a cold and dignified posture without moving.

His face had the classic expression of a cool and handsome guy, and in his mind he poked the system boredly, looking for someone to chat with.

Do you sell everything in your mall?

The system was still brooding over the fact that its host had become the most unique cub in the entire player pool. It replied with a melancholic tone, "Yes, there's nothing we won't sell, except what you can't imagine."

"Are there any playing cards?" Chu Yu asked with his chin in his hand.

Want to fight.

"Yes, it costs 2 points of favorability."

Then buy one, it will make up the total number of favorability points.

So Chu Yu sat upright on the surface, but in his mind, a person and a system started playing cyber poker.

Of course, the cards are still exchanged for the favorability of Fu Hansong, the eldest brother among the Energy Brothers.

Thanks to the system and Fu Hansong, he can enjoy such a rich entertainment life in this world! Thank you!

The system, perhaps also infected by his slacking temperament, was actually willing to play along. It twirled its cards with a look of despair and tossed two onto the electronic card table: "A pair of sixes."

"Bomb, four 3s."

"?" The system didn't believe it and also threw a bomb, "Four 9s."

"Bomb, four Ks."

"???" The system was shocked. "Pass."

"Airplane, two pairs." Chu Yu threw ten playing cards onto the table.

“…I can’t bear it.”

"The king bomb is out."

"What kind of luck do you have?" The system checked the automatic card dealing program in disbelief to see if there was a bug.

Chu Yu was also thinking about his extremely good luck with the cards. He had been unlucky in drawing cards since he was a child, and he was an idealist who believed in the law of conservation of luck. To be so lucky all of a sudden could only mean that he would be unlucky in the future.

Then, as if he sensed something telepathically, he looked up at the contestants' seats and saw Fu Hansong walking towards his area with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.

...Retribution will come.

Fu Hansong had just finished his first stage evaluation. His cool and wild rap in which he used a kitchen knife to chop electric wires with sparks and lightning all the way successfully won the applause and encouragement of the judges, and then he was admitted to Class F.

I feel numb and want to play Chopin in the rain.

Then he looked up and saw Chu Yu's unfathomable squinting eyes. For some reason, the familiar, faint hatred in his heart surged up again.

Chu Yu felt guilty about stealing his favorability points to play cards, and seeing the way that man was staring at her, she felt that he knew something, which made her feel even more guilty.

Feeling guilty, Chu Yu moved his seat to the corner, but before he could sit down, Jing Yan waved at him frantically, signaling him to come down.

It's their turn to wait and prepare for the performance.

What is coming will eventually come.

However, although hell was waiting for him ahead, at least he didn't have to stare at Fu Hansong for the time being. Chu Yu quickly stood up and ran out through the gap before Fu Hansong had time to sit down in Class F.

"You're here, hurry up, it will be our turn soon after this stage is over."

Several people entered the waiting room. Some who needed to tidy up their clothes did so, while others who needed to review the lyrics and movements did so attentively. Chu Yu was the only one left, leaning against the wall of the waiting room, listening to the deafening singing and dancing, the cheers of the audience, and the laughter and applause of the judges coming from outside. He took dozens of deep breaths, trying hard not to let his legs go weak.

After finally calming down his physiological nervous reaction, he lowered his head and sighed.

well.

Life is not easy, so I have to make a living by performing.

"...Now, let us welcome the next group of students."

The hall broadcast began to announce the names and companies of the five of them. After they encouraged each other, Jing Yan led the team onto the stage, and they stood in separate positions, ready to take their positions, and began to wait for the first note to be played.

The system panicked in his mind: "Baby, don't be nervous..."

I'm not nervous. Chu Yu is calm.

He had been mentally prepared for three days, building up one psychological defense line after another, and he had some expectations for the current situation.

He's not nervous, why would he be nervous?

He was standing in his ready position with his back to the audience and the judges' seats. When the music started, he turned around suddenly, and the dazzling flash lights all around him suddenly blurred his face. Thousands of densely packed heads were moving among the seats, and countless pairs of eyes were looking at him.

Bang! My psychological defenses collapsed.

His mind was in a knot, his blood was rushing backwards and his thoughts were racing. His thoughts rushed out of the stage faster than his movements, and echoed violently throughout the hall.

[Good! I'm born! I'm the monkey that jumped out of the stone!]