Chapter 163 Group Night 12.0

The production team really took the idea of ​​"serving different dishes to different people" to the extreme.

When Xie Qingyu stepped onto the passage leading to the top of the pyramid, the cyclone devices on both sides suddenly rose two meters.

The lights on the floor changed color as he walked, and finally fixed on a unique blue light, as if he was walking on a coronation red carpet.

Fans of other groups are rolling their eyes. Isn't this quite good?

It turns out that their cheering was not loud enough just now. It goes without saying that they clearly divided people into different levels for whom to see. It was Xie Qingyu's irritable fans at the scene.

What's wrong? Are you afraid they'll rush backstage and give the director a couple of nose slaps if you don't give them special treatment? Can you be any more timid?

But the program team proved with their actions: there is no most cowardly, only more cowardly!

When Xie Qingyu was hugging the five members who came to greet him, the director suddenly cut to a panoramic shot, and the image of six people smiling at each other was projected on the giant circular screen.

Next, the few of them will walk together for a while, as if at this moment the six of them are closer in heart.

Immediately after Xie Qingyu reached the top, all the hidden devices in the entire venue were activated collectively.

Starting from his 'Crystal Throne', a cyan cyclone circled the venue like a dragon, accompanied by an epic symphony, making the C-position coronation ceremony look like a coronation ceremony.

The director was thoughtful enough to give a close-up of her face before the transition. The gold powder from the previous solo stage must not have been completely removed, otherwise why would so many viewers, and even fans of other artists, feel that this delicate little face smiling at the camera was sparkling at the same time?

Although it was turned away for only a moment, this special treatment was enough to make passers-by astonished and fans of other groups jealous, except for Xie Qingyu's fans who still felt it was not enough.

Especially Gu Qiong's fans, just because of a difference in ranking, the production team can be so partial to their beloved ones?!

(Xie Qingyu fans: Is it really just a difference in ranking? ^v^)

Next came the much-anticipated moment of the final suspense being revealed. Everyone in the venue, including Xie Qingyu, focused their attention on the last unopened envelope.

"Now, let me announce the two candidates for seventh place..." Qu Qinghuan's voice echoed through the speakers in the huge venue, and every word seemed to strike a chord with the heart, "They are-"

"Ding is here!"

"Qian Song!"

Ding Zai, who was named, suddenly looked up, his pupils contracted violently, and his originally relaxed body instantly straightened.

This result was completely beyond his expectations. Although his ranking had been steadily rising for three times, it always maintained a certain distance from the debut position.

At this moment, he was suddenly blessed by fate and felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Even though they say it's impossible, who wouldn't want to walk through the passage in front of them, go to the pyramid opposite and debut as a group in a real sense if given the chance?

On the other side, Qian Song blinked the moment he heard his name, forced himself to remain calm in front of the camera, and still managed a perfect smile.

Until he saw the faces of his family members suddenly appear on the screen, his smile froze for a moment, and he didn't dare to look directly into his parents' tearful eyes.

But after exchanging a glance with Ding, the two of them tacitly put their arms around each other's shoulders, stood side by side under the spotlight, waiting for the final judgment.

After the two of them stood still, Qu Qinghuan also briefly went through the lengthy process.

Then she took a deep breath, looked towards the camera and said, "The contestant ranked 7th in the finals of 'Road to Stardom' is—"

The whole audience held their breath.

"Jing Zai! He successfully secured the final debut spot with 17,043,381 votes! Congratulations!!!"

The moment the dust settled, Ding felt as if all his strength had been drained from him.

He held down his chest, which was heaving violently, tightly. His bent back drew a trembling arc in the air, and his hot tears fell onto the stage floor in big drops.

This big boy who is always joking around on weekdays is now crying like a child who has been lost for a long time and finally returns home.

He wiped away his tears frantically to maintain his image, but the surging emotions had already washed away all disguises.

The screams and cheers from the fans below the stage turned into a warm wave, pushing him to the coveted position.

Ding's eyes were still red as he straightened up.

He subconsciously turned around and looked at Qian Song who was standing behind him, only to see that the other party was smiling and clapping for him vigorously.

He strode forward, gave him a firm hug, and patted his back twice.

"Well done! Congratulations." Qian Song whispered in his ear, his voice trembling slightly, "And..." He paused, "Keep going!!!"

Ding opened his mouth, but saw Qu Qinghuan secretly making a gesture beside him.

The live broadcast process does not wait for anyone, so he could only nod to Qian Song hurriedly and turn to walk towards the standing microphone.

Looking at Ding Zai's back, Qian Song tried very hard to control himself, but the tears still kept sliding down his cheeks, as if he couldn't stop them.

When Ding was speaking, the audience was mainly cheering and applauding, but there were faint sporadic voices shouting "Black curtain!", which should be from his fans who supported him.

Qian Song raised his hand and put his index finger to his lips, then shook his head slightly in the direction of the sound, signaling everyone not to do that.

He understood that his fans' regrets and resentment were no less than his own, and when the rankings were announced several times before, his name always remained firmly in the middle of the debut position.

But since the ending is already decided, at least we should give him the respect he deserves. Let this night end in a dignified way and let him leave in a dignified way.

Qian Song raised his head slightly and looked at the headlights on the dome. The moment he looked up, he suddenly felt dizzy.

The torn ligaments from the mistake on the third public performance, the high fever suppressed by painkillers, and the agency that always held him back...all the pain that had been suppressed by obsession now came back to bite him.

After more than ten years of chasing dreams, the journey finally stopped on this summer night with the smell of disinfectant.

He suddenly felt extremely tired, so tired that even regret seemed unnecessary.

That’s it, he really wants to take a break, he’s so tired!

The cries of the fans in the audience gradually faded away. Suddenly, he remembered the first time he stood on the stage, he had said to the few fans:

“Even if I can’t keep walking with you all, I will dance until the day I can’t dance anymore.”

Now that I think about it, the vows I made when I was young turned out to be prophecies.

After Ding Zai finally sat down in the seventh seat of the pyramid, Xie Qingyu and the six members all looked towards the edge of the stage at the same time.

Thirteen contestants who failed to debut were slowly leaving the stage. The rankings of the three contestants closest to the debut position had just been announced on the screen.

In addition to Qian Song who secured a spot, ninth place is Sun Lele and tenth place is Wei Ran, all of whom are familiar partners and friends.

Xie Qingyu's fingertips unconsciously stroked the armrest of the seat.

At this moment they couldn't even stand up to see them off. The red light of the live broadcast was still flashing, and the feast of fate had not really ended yet.

"The names of the members of the group have all been revealed," Qu Qinghuan's voice was particularly striking, "but their story has just begun."

She shook the card in her hand, signaling everyone to turn their thoughts back.

"According to the 360 ​​million online interactions," she paused deliberately, looking at the sea of ​​waving cheering sticks below the stage, "the final name of the boy group born from 'Road to Stardom' has now been officially revealed!"

All the lights in the venue dimmed, and only the seven figures on the pyramid were illuminated by the overhead light.

The floor screen suddenly rippled, and the barrage of comments left by countless audience members when they voted flashed and rushed towards the center of the stage.

Those scorching-hot words kept colliding and condensing under the surround screen. Suddenly, all the light streams contracted rapidly and condensed into a continuously rotating prism crystal at the bottom of the ring screen.

The surround screen suddenly lit up, and a transparent box with the number "7" printed on it began to vibrate violently, as if something was trying to break free.

The lid of the box slowly opened with the sound of mechanical gears, and countless codes gushed out. The letters "Mystery" burst out like fireworks, then shrank and deformed in mid-air, finally freezing into the simple and sharp "MYST".

And the number "7" suddenly turned over and turned into a clear crystal, lightly attached to the end - "MYST7" shone brightly on the screen.

Xie Qingyu unconsciously followed along and recited the word, the ending tone still lingering on the tip of his tongue.

At the center of the stage, Qu Qinghuan explained the deeper meaning of the group's name: "MYST7 is pronounced the same as 'Miss T7'—" her voice was lifted by special sound effects. "With infinite surprises at the core, we've infused the gene of 'undefined' into the team's soul. Every comeback is a new puzzle, and every performance is an unknown chemical reaction."

While the audience was still whispering about the group name "MYST7", Xie Qingyu and six others had already followed the instructions of the stage staff and quickly moved to the center backstage.

The stage design for their debut has already been prepared, and only after they complete this final performance will tonight's "Group Night" truly come to an end.

The seven members stood at their respective part spots on the stage according to their debut ranking.

Qu Qinghuan heard the director's prompts through her earphones, and she raised the microphone, "Next, please enjoy the debut song of the MYST7 group - "Mystery Love"!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the venue switched back on, and the backstage area where Xie Qingyu and the others were standing was instantly divided into geometric light and shadows by the warm beams of light.

Qu Qinghuan smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the assistant waiting on the side stage. The overall process of tonight's hosting task was almost over, and only the final finishing step remained.

Of course, her legs are almost broken. Although combat boots are good, it is not recommended to wear them every day.

But after today, I may not be able to find such a group of male stars in the circle who can let a female artist with a naked height of 166.6cm wear combat boots...

Suddenly I felt a little melancholy. What was going on? Could it be that she has a hidden trait of liking to be given nicknames by the audience? ! !

On the stage, the figures of seven people have slowly frozen in the gradually rising music, waiting for the arrival of the first note.