Amidst everyone's laughter and cheers, almost everyone was invited to go on stage to perform. After all, it was a stage for cultivating idols, and none of the trainees were afraid to go on stage; on the contrary, they all longed for the stage.
Although this was supposed to be a relaxing entertainment party, the trainees knew in their hearts that it would also be a battle for screen time, with the trainees who could get more screen time having more opportunities.
No one wants to lose, so many people volunteered to go on stage and perform.
Jiang Yixing gained a more comprehensive understanding of everyone he knew, whether they were acquaintances or strangers before.
It turns out that the girl who had been practicing silently in the practice room had such a powerful dance moves.
It turns out that the student who ranked very low was actually very talented at singing. When he sang a cappella, he was very emotional and made many of the trainees present cry.
It turns out that everyone has their own shining points. Jiang Yixing looked at the camera that never stopped running and secretly hoped that it could record and broadcast everything truthfully.
In the end, Jiang Yixing was the only one left who hadn't performed.
After all, Jiang Yixing isn't a professional; her profession is acting, but she can't possibly put on a show for everyone on the spot, so there's nothing interesting about it.
But the crowd, caught up in the fun, weren't going to let her off the hook, and one after another they jeered, "One Star! You haven't even performed yet!"
"That's right, teaching assistant! Let's put on a show!"
"Star, you're the only one left for us!"
Choi Jung-ho joined in the commotion, shouting, "One more! One more!"
Jiang Yixing reasonably suspected that he was holding a grudge against her for pushing him forward earlier.
Even the most silent Mao Helin turned his head, looking at Jiang Yixing with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Jiang Yixing felt uneasy under his gaze. "What are you doing?"
Mao Helin's lips curled slightly. "Perform a show."
Jiang Yixing sighed, wondering why even Mao Helin was joining in their nonsense.
But since it was a gathering I organized myself, and it was already late into the evening, I didn't want to spoil everyone's fun at the last minute.
But for the time being, I really can't think of any program to perform.
"How about dancing? Do you have any suitable dances?"
Tao Yating was sitting two people away from Jiang Yixing. She leaned out and smiled at Jiang Yixing, resting her chin on her hand.
I did study dance before, and although I can tell the difference between the students, I've forgotten most of the dance moves.
Finally, I found a dance in my mind. Calling it a dance isn't entirely accurate; it's more like a martial arts routine, yet it also incorporates the grace of dance.
It was Jiang Yixing who encountered the Guanyin clan of the South China Sea, and their prayer dance was so unique.
Jiang Yixing also made a good friend at that time, and learned a bit from him.
Once she remembered what she was going to dance, Jiang Yixing stopped panicking. She stood up and said, "Okay, then I'll perform a dance for everyone."
"Yay!!"
Everyone cheered, and the room erupted in applause.
A staff member rushed over and asked Jiang Yixing what kind of background music she needed, but Jiang Yixing shook her head and said, "No, thank you."
"ah?"
The staff member's eyes widened slightly. How could they dance without music?
Jiang Yixing stood before the crowd and bowed slightly. No music played, and the lights shone down on Jiang Yixing's head as usual.
Jiang Yixing stretched out his hands above his head, facing the dimly lit lamp.
Upon seeing this action, everyone knew that the dance was about to begin, and they fell silent.
Zhang Zhimin hugged his knees and looked up at the people on the stage.
Tao Yating sat next to her, still in the same posture she had just reminded Jiang Yixing of, with her head slightly tilted to the side.
Jiang Yixing curled her red lips into a smile, her hand sliding across her chest and out with a crisp and clean movement. The way she swung her leg and tossed her head carried a sharp and fierce aura.
Although there was no music playing, every movement was rhythmic, and it seemed that people could find a beat in the dance, which was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
The staff suddenly realized why no music was needed; it wasn't a dance at all, but a martial arts performance!
Jiang Yixing delivered a side kick, raising his leg high and leaping a short distance in the air.
Everyone involuntarily held their breath, a tension that came from within. Jiang Yixing's dance put immense pressure on them, making them fear that the powerful punches would land on them at any moment.
However, Jiang Yixing always wore a smile, and a vibrant vitality emanated from the dance, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, eager to sprout.
So even when I felt nervous, I couldn't take my eyes off the people and the dance.
The director unconsciously took a deep breath, but his professional ethics compelled him to look at the camera. The cameramen were also slightly distracted, but fortunately, the camera was always pointed at Jiang Yixing, so they didn't miss any of his movements.
After the dance, Jiang Yixing still raised her hands high into the sky, with one foot on the ground and the other leg raised high above her head, making her whole body form an arc shape.
Jiang Yixing has always had a great figure, and this taut movement perfectly showed off her physique. When the camera panned across her face, she didn't have the shy smile typical of Chinese dance, but rather a flamboyant and unrestrained laugh. Her smile was as infectious as her dance moves, causing everyone to unconsciously raise the corners of their mouths.
The initial wariness that had been aroused by the aggressive dance vanished, replaced by a surge of excitement and exhilaration.
Unlike Mao Helin's performance, this time the venue was quickly filled with enthusiastic applause and cheers. The sound penetrated the thick walls and reached the open space outside the building, which was surrounded by layers of fans.
This loud noise could not be ignored, but the fansites had no idea what was going on inside, and they were both scratching their heads with curiosity.
"Oh dear, what are they doing in there?"
"It's been all afternoon, why haven't they come out yet?"
"Exactly! They seem so happy inside! It's driving me crazy!"
Amidst the constant complaints of the fansite admins, the trainees finally emerged from the building. They formed large groups, quickly filling the open space in front of the building.
The area where the fansite admins were located was separated from the trainees by a narrow path, tightly blocked by railings to prevent them from crossing it.
"Hey! Hey! Look! They're out!"
"Zhang Zhimin!!!! Minmin!!! Look at Mommy!!"
"Aaaaaah!! Tao Yating!!"
"Teacher Mao!!! Over here!!!!"
The crowd immediately became lively, and the shouts were deafening.
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