Chapter 160 Group Night 9.0

The prelude of the song had not yet sounded, but the moment Xie Qingyu stood in the center of the stage, all the cameras couldn't wait to follow the spotlight and rushed over.

The moment his figure appeared on the giant surround screen, the audience suddenly erupted in gasps, and even the whispers stopped abruptly.

The camera slowly climbs up from the waist, and the first thing that enters the frame is the light blue feathers gently trembling at the collar of the feather coat, as soft as the down of a baby bird.

When the picture finally stopped at his face, the air in the entire venue seemed to be gently grasped by an invisible hand, and even the sound of breathing disappeared.

In the director's room, the director took another sip of wolfberry tea slowly, thinking that these viewers were still too young.

But just as he put down his cup and glanced at the monitor, the tea almost choked in his throat.

It seems like he...really...cut to the legendary god-level shot!!!

On the giant screen, Xie Qingyu lowered her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under her eyes.

The lavender eyeshadow gradually turns silver-white from the inner corner to the outer corner of the eye, and gold powder is used to outline the "star track" lines as thin as hair at the junction.

The pearl forehead ornament trembled slightly as he frowned, and the gold powder reflected light and shadow on his forehead like wrinkles, just like the compassion expressed by the gods when listening to the prayers of the world.

Just as the camera focused, he suddenly raised his eyes.

The fairy hair and silver eyeshadow sparkled under the top light, and the silver pupils reflected the "cloud" special effects of the LED screen, as if there was another vast galaxy hidden in the eyes.

At this moment, the stage is no longer a simple performance space, but has transformed into a ritual field where divinity and humanity are intertwined.

When the prelude of "Monsoon" after Xie Qingyu's second arrangement spread out like a mist along with the dance, the whole stage turned into a flowing painting.

An amber halo rose from the edge of the stage, and Xie Qingyu's figure standing against the light was coated with a divine halo.

The feathered robe presented a dreamy gradient in the light and shadow, and the light blue feathers trembled gently with the rhythm of his breathing.

The sleeves of transparent gauze moved without wind, as if being gently lifted by the invisible monsoon.

(The monsoon blows by, leaving a familiar warmth beside my ears

The road under my feet gradually showed lines of light

I stand here with an unfinished prologue behind me

And ahead are the stars that you have lit for me)

The moment he raised the microphone and sang softly, the clouds dispersed, revealing the words "Unfinished Prologue" outlined by light effects.

The fiber optic light strips on the ground extended under his feet like the lines of fate, and every step he took was on the trajectory of light.

When he sang "Starlight", the posture of stretching his left arm was like a divine bird flapping its wings for the first time.

The mist gushing out of the mist machine, sculpted by the pearly white main light, enveloped him in a flowing halo.

Those carefully designed stage mechanisms are no longer cold instruments, but become carriers of his emotional extension.

(They say the dream is too far away

But we have carved our vows into the rings of the tree

Even if you fall, you must leave a shining mark

Because I believe the wind will continue to carry the story)

When the aria came to 'carve the vows into the rings of the years', he touched his chest with his fingertips with a heart-shaking piety.

At this moment, Xie Qingyu is both the shining god in the center of the stage and the young man who has never changed his original intention.

The perfect fusion of these dual images allows every audience member to find their own emotional projection in this audio-visual feast.

The performance continued. As the layers of harmonies intertwined and rose, the suspended cloud installation suddenly shattered, transforming into thousands of glittering feathers, which swept across the entire venue under the strong airflow.

(Monsoon, blow away my confusion

Take me back to the light that belongs to us

Even if the night is long, there are stars singing in chorus

Because I know you are my distant place)

Xie Qingyu's gaze swept across the entire audience like stars, and the pair of eyes decorated with silver beautiful contact lenses still couldn't hide their dazzling light.

His eyes suddenly met the close camera, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he lightly touched the camera with his slender fingers, as if causing ripples in the void.

Even though they were shocked by this breathtaking moment, the audience, especially Xie Qingyu's die-hard fans, still tried their best to restrain the screams and cheers that were about to burst out.

(The lights of the stage illuminate the intertwined time

Every step carries the weight of the journey

I heard the applause transform into the echo of youth,

It turns out that the brightest light is the dream that we once dared not to have)

The electronic sound like wind chimes flowed crisply, Xie Qingyu swayed her neck to the guitar melody, and the alien pearl forehead ornament swayed with it.

On the giant LED screen, the long ink painting scroll of "Monsoon Route" slowly unfolds, extending from the stage to the end of the audience seats.

(………

Monsoon, blow away my confusion

Take me to the light that belongs to us

Even if the night is long, our song will not end

Because I know you are the only direction of the wind)

At the end of the symphony, a giant crystal curtain dropped from the dome, and each crystal refracted the light into starlight at different angles.

As the boy spun, the entire curtain turned into a pouring rain of stars.

The feathered robe fluttered violently in the strong wind, with the gauze and feathers stretched out in distinct layers, just like a divine bird flapping its wings to fly.

Xie Qingyu raised his hand to catch the falling light. As the piano music gradually faded away, it also disappeared at the same time as the lights. Only the pearl chain in his hair was still shining in the dark, like the last star left by the wind.

When the last piano note fell, the lights in the venue suddenly lit up.

Xie Qingyu stretched out his arms, then slowly brought them together to his chest, and bowed gracefully to the camera to say farewell.

Then he turned in all directions and bowed deeply to the audience.

The audience finally exploded at this moment, and the long-suppressed enthusiasm erupted like a volcano.

At the same time, the popularity of #谢青玉神明降世# soared like a rocket, instantly squeezing out #谢青玉白瑭托挺# which was at the top of the hot search list not long ago.

The comments in the live broadcast room of "Road to Star Dreams" were scrolling wildly. Before passers-by could even read a comment clearly, they were overwhelmed by tens of thousands of new messages at the same time.

Amid the cheers, organized fans began to shout the three words "Xie Qingyu" in unison.

The young man on the stage seemed not to hear clearly. He tilted his head slightly and placed his slender fingers on his ears.

This unintentional action was like a spark that ignited a fuse, instantly igniting an even more violent storm of sound in the entire venue.

“Ah ...

As the scene change approaches, the lights dim.

Xie Qingyu raised the corner of her lips slightly, made a gesture of silence, lightly touched her lips with her index finger, then turned her palm upwards and pointed it to the other side of the stage.

This action not only allowed the fans to gradually quiet down in coordination with their idol, but also cleverly introduced the next performer, Qian Song.

Although the suppressed screams still echoed in the venue, it just warmed up the atmosphere for the next performance.

When Xie Qingyu walked off the stage and returned to the backstage, the costume and makeup teachers were already waiting for him and led him back to the dressing room.

He needed to change into the uniform he wore at the beginning of the show and wait on stage with the other 19 contestants who advanced from the previous three rounds, waiting for the final list of the group to be announced.

This should be the last makeup adjustment for today.

After forming the group, they wore this uniform and went on stage to perform their debut song.

If you are not selected, you can only leave with regret wearing it.

"Is the voting deadline already?" Xie Qingyu asked softly, his slender fingers buttoning his shirt.

I had been so focused on stage performance and time control that I didn't even notice this critical point.

This is already public information on site, so it is normal for contestants to ask casually.

"The deadline is 21:30. Teacher Qu announced it on the stage."

The costume teacher was the first to respond as he adjusted his collar.

The makeup artist held a makeup remover cotton pad and gently wiped away the gold powder on his eyelids, and also supplemented and improved the information.

The soft cotton wool brushed against the skin, taking away the traces of the glitter on the stage.

Xie Qingyu's eyes moved slightly, and he accurately captured the key data he wanted in the complex flow of information.

During the several rounds of urging for votes before the voting deadline, Leo always hovered on the edge of the debut position, making it difficult for fans to guess the true intentions of the program team.

After the ranking of Sanshun dropped, the probability of a comeback on the night of the group formation is only 50-50.

The makeup brush swept across his brow bone, gradually modifying the stage makeup into a look suitable for the next part.

Outside the locker room door, the sound of staff members running back and forth mixed with the noise of intercoms, and waves coming from the audience seats could be faintly heard.

It was about the same time as the program team's estimate. When Xie Qingyu was ready, the afterglow of the last solo stage performance had just faded away.

When he followed the staff back to the main stage, highlights of the performance were playing on the big screen.

The end of the long passage leading to the pyramid seat was still shrouded in darkness, except for three small, makeshift steps.

Because the program team had already arranged the standing position for each contestant, Xie Qingyu walked straight to the center of the second row.

Several contestants who had completed their individual stages in the first half were already standing on the steps.

Seeing Xie Qingyu approaching, Ding Zai quietly nudged him with his elbow, then whispered with a smile in his eyes, "Yu, your solo performance was amazing. I clenched my fists watching it from the audience just now."

Although he had seen it during rehearsals, he was still amazed by the explosive power on the official stage.

But this is the level that Xie Qingyu should have, and Ding Zai is really happy for him.

Xie Qingyu lowered his eyes and chuckled: "You're not bad either." This was not a compliment.

As the first contestant to appear on the individual stage, Ding Zai took the turning point after the group assessment and his performance even exceeded his usual level.

Ding Zai just smiled and shook his head when he heard this. He knew very well how much he was worth.

At least, the sweat I shed these days has not been in vain, and that's enough.

Before the two had time to chat more, the other contestants had already returned to their positions.

When Gu Qiong, the last contestant to perform on his own stage, stood still, all twenty qualified contestants were present.

The review video on the big screen had just finished playing, and the initiator Qu Qinghuan and the five mentors had already taken their positions in front of the stage.

"Brother." Leo stood in the third row, diagonally behind Xie Qingyu, his eyes fixed on the backs of several instructors in front of him.

The closer it got to the announcement of the group's namesake, the more stuffy and breathless he felt.

The high-intensity schedule during training barely suppressed this anxiety, but now that the performance was over, the tense nerves not only did not relax, but were instead pulled tighter by the unknown results.

He had seen the vote-pulling data several times before the voting deadline, and he was always hovering on the edge of the debut position. No one could predict the outcome until the last moment.

Xie Qingyu didn't say much to comfort her. At this point, any words seemed pale.

The voting channel had been closed long ago, and the list of members of the group was now sealed in the envelope in Qu Qinghuan's hand.

He just leaned slightly to the side, reached out and squeezed Leo's trembling fingertips, the force was light, but firm enough.

At this moment, the screen went dark, and the last frame disappeared. The stage suddenly lit up, and all the lights fell on the initiators and mentors.

The moment the lights come on, the answer to fate will be revealed.