Triumph
Yi Jingchen took the battle card given by Fu Zheng and came to the center of the stage again.
When the instructors saw this little piece of trash, they were filled with worry, but they couldn't show it too obviously, so they could only do their job diligently to cue the process.
Gu Sijun spoke first, throwing the topic to Fu Zheng, "Fu Zheng, you are a leading dancer, why do you want to challenge Yi Jingchen?"
"Um..." Fu Zheng opened his mouth, but before he could think of the right words, the usually straightforward Mobb Z took over.
"He just said it above, because Yi Jingchen is a weakling." Mobb Z glanced upwards, revealing three-quarters of the whites of his eyes, and was quite dissatisfied with Fu Zheng's behavior.
'Battle' is very common in the Harry Potter circle, but they always challenge the strong and no one will turn their sword against the weak.
Fu Zheng's behavior will be engraved on the pillar of shame and stabbed in the spine until he dies!
Seeing Mobb Z's emotions clearly visible on his face, Wei Mi hurriedly changed his target, "Yi Jingchen, do you have the confidence to hold on to your position in Class A?"
Before Yi Jingchen opened his mouth, the people around him had already given their answers.
[He didn't!]
[If he can defend Class A, I'll write my name backwards!]
"...Oh, no one cares about your name." Yi Jingchen muttered quickly, looked up at Wei Mi, and gave a gentle, non-aggressive smile, without answering 'yes' or 'no'.
"I will give my all and respect my opponents."
"Alright." Wei Mi's eyes flashed with admiration as he repeated the battle rules, "There are no restrictions on the position-swap challenge. You can choose any skill you excel in. The team that receives more recognition from the instructors will enter Class A."
Gu Sijun continued, "Who of you two will choose first?"
"Him." Yi Jingchen immediately pointed at Fu Zheng.
Things had gotten to this point, so Fu Zheng simply threw his face away and raised his hand high, saying, "Teacher, I'll choose the random dance that I'm best at. Music teacher, please give me a random background music!"
'Random dance' is a compulsory course for every male group dancer. Dancers are asked to dance to random music on the spot. At least it must be entertaining and perfectly timed.
Fu Zheng used random dance as his trump card and prepared for it for a long time before the competition. He was confident that he could handle all the male group dance music.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Yi Jingchen also raised his hand.
"Since contestant Fu Zheng is so confident, I would like to apply to accompany him."
"Huh?" Wei Mi looked at him curiously, "You can also play accompaniment?"
What happened to the singing and dancing?
——You kid, you’re having a lot of fun.
Yi Jingchen smiled faintly and replied calmly, "Only a little bit."
[Hmm, it’s only about the size of a sesame seed…]
[Not even fur...]
Fu Zheng sneered, showing an expression of confidence in victory.
When Yi Jingchen was sent to Lu Jue's alma mater, the National Academy of Arts, for an interview, he came into contact with many old artists who inherited ancient musical instruments.
Some of these ancient instruments are so old that few people have ever seen them, let alone played them.
The old artists who inherited the ancient musical instruments were afraid that their skills would be lost. Seeing that Yi Jingchen was interested in learning, they were eager to teach him everything they knew.
Although Yi Jingchen's talent was mediocre, he had received the "true teachings" from many veteran artists. He could play a few simple melodies.
It just so happens that all random dancing requires are a few melodies.
We can also take this opportunity to showcase some classical musical instruments and attract more disciples for the old artists.
The all-purpose props set of "Super Idol" can fulfill any request.
Although I couldn't find any instruments that were too rare, I happened to have a few replicas of ancient instruments in my musical instrument warehouse. I had originally intended them as props for a traditional Chinese style performance, but who knew they would actually be useful?
The staff carried large and small musical instruments and moved them to the first stage with great difficulty. Fu Zheng was dumbfounded.
The pile of musical instruments in front of us have only been seen in history books or museums, and we can't imagine what sounds they will make.
——How could Fu Zheng jump?
"Are you ready?"
Yi Jingchen rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-toned, fair arms. He took the drumstick from the staff sister and pounded it hard on the chimes, producing a sound similar to a dragon's roar.
Hearing the sound of the bell he struck, Yi Jingchen sighed:
[The ancient musical instruments sound so beautiful!]
[Even a novice like me can produce a wonderful melody.]
Before Fu Zheng could react, Yi Jingchen had already knocked out the second sound.
The drumsticks swept across a row of chimes, producing a continuous and clear sound that was in no way inferior to any modern musical instrument.
[Oh my god! This is the sound of chimes! I thought such a big thing would have a very deep sound.]
I once watched a cultural program that introduced chime bells. They have a very complete musical scale, but they were retired due to the difficulty of playing them.
I've heard a proper chime performance before, and it was a hundred times more stunning than this! I highly recommend everyone to listen to it, it's truly breathtaking.
[Okay, okay~ Thank you, Melon King, for broadening my horizons! ]
Yi Jingchen brought them more than just this.
After playing the four eight-beat pieces he was most familiar with, Yi Jingchen put down the drumstick, picked up a nearby instrument that looked like a pipa but had a full moon-shaped bottom, and gently plucked the four strings.
Fu Zheng had not yet found the rhythm of the chimes when he suddenly changed to a completely different style, which made him flustered.
The guitar in Yi Jingchen's hand looked similar to a bass, but the sound it produced was deeper and more mellow.
It was like a graceful woman from a thousand years ago, stepping on the white snow, showing everyone the leisurely time hidden in the strings of the zither...
The melodies taught to Yi Jingchen by the old artists were mostly scores restored from ancient books, which are seriously out of touch with modern pop music.
The random dance that Fu Zheng prepared based on K-pop couldn't keep to the beat at all.
He changed four or five musical instruments in succession. At the end, Fu Zheng didn't care about the accompaniment at all and just danced randomly.
Yi Jingchen glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, whistled a melodious accompaniment, and brought the performance back to a higher level.
As early as when he picked up Yueqin, the comments in the live broadcast room were already one-sided.
The moment the whistle sounded, it was a complete victory.
[Holy crap! Whistling and piano, absolutely amazing!]
[You call this singing and dancing useless? ]
[Singing and dancing are useless, meaning that besides singing and dancing, one can do everything else]
[Breaking news! I'm from the National Academy of Arts. I just asked our teacher, and he said that all the instruments Yi Jingchen plays were taught step-by-step by master professors!]
[The Melon King is a hidden gem! Who dares to say the Melon King doesn't deserve an A?!]
After the performance, Gu Sijun, who was in charge of the dance critique, shook his head and said disappointedly, "Fu Zheng, judging by the standards of random dance, your performance can only be given a score of 0."
Fu Zheng's face turned pale, he lowered his head in embarrassment, and cursed Yi Jingchen and Gu Sijun madly.
Wei Mi thought carefully for a moment before offering his assessment. "To be honest, although I'm a vocal instructor, I've barely touched the instruments you play."
"I know." Yi Jingchen raised his eyes to look at the main camera, his eyes soft and sincere, "The teachers who taught me to play it just wanted to let more people hear it."
As a musician, Wei Mi was hard not to be touched, and said sincerely, "Although I can hear that your playing skills are not that proficient, I am still willing to give you this A."
"Thank you, Teacher Wei." Yi Jingchen bowed to Wei Mi as Fu Zheng cursed him crazily.
"My turn?" Mobb Z sat up straight and said bluntly without giving any reason, "I choose Yi Jingchen."
Yi Jingchen got the advantage and acted ungrateful, secretly complaining in his heart:
[Teacher M is following the trend and voting again!]
[You must be a fence-sitter when playing Werewolf, right?]
He cleared his throat, suppressed a laugh, and thanked Mobb Z.
Mobb Z: ...Why do you have two faces?
Gu Sijun tallied up the votes and concluded, "The three instructors unanimously decided. Congratulations to Yi Jingchen for defending Class A!"
"yeah!"
Du Xingwei jumped up and clapped happily on top of the mushroom head.
Mu Gan stood up slowly, moved to the side to make room for the passage, and pointed to the Wangzai Milk next to him.
After more than ten minutes of freezing, Wangzai milk turns into perfect milk crushed ice with prickly ice shards on the surface.
Yi Jingchen understood Mu Gan's hint, turned to Fu Zheng and smiled.
"Do you remember the flag you just set?"
Fu Zheng's face turned pale, then green, and then green and red.
He took a tentative step forward and stood at the bottom of the pyramid steps, hesitating and unwilling to lie down.
When I thought about myself having to climb up the stairs upside down in public and under the gaze of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room, I wished I could live on another planet immediately.
"...Actually, I was just joking." Fu Zheng said, trying to save face. "You're not taking this seriously, are you?"
"Oh?" Yi Jingchen raised his eyebrows with a playful expression, "What do you think?"
Fu Zheng was speechless. He stared down at the stairs, hesitating whether he should climb up handstand.
Just as he was about to abandon his shame and climb up to lick the stool for Yi Jingchen, a chuckle sounded in his ears.
"Of course I won't take it seriously." Yi Jingchen walked past him and casually said, "Congratulations on getting into Class B~"
[I challenged the weakest member of Class A, but I still haven't succeeded.]
[Why doesn't it count as entering Class B based on my own strength?]
"Hahahahaha!" Guagua laughed crazily, "Host, you are so mean~ You will be cursed by the devil~"
"Devil?" Yi Jingchen had a clear self-awareness. "Isn't that me?"
Quaqua laughed even more crazily!
After Yi Jingchen defended Class A, the lineup of Class A remained unchanged and the first stage officially came to an end.
Before the trainees could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard the instructor announce:
"The initial evaluations have been finalized. I'm sure many contestants are dissatisfied with their rankings, right?"
"Now, you still have a chance to change your fate."
"Tomorrow morning at 8:00, all trainees will change into the uniforms corresponding to their ranks and gather on the first floor of the recording building."
"At that time, before the performance, there will be the final stage where you can change your own destiny—"
"Theme song re-rating."
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