Chapter 85 The Two Dukes (Part 4)
The music suddenly took a sharp turn, and in that instant, Han Jia abruptly stood up and, together with the six people around him, bent forward and moved their entire bodies counterclockwise, drawing a beautiful arc in the stage area. Their exquisite control of force once again amazed the audience.
The seven dancers were completely absorbed in the dance. Suddenly, powerful drumbeats accompanied a regular rhythm that repeated continuously, and the audience below the stage was moved to stomp their feet and clap their hands in rhythm.
On stage, Gu Huailang cleverly switched positions, his wild eyes defiantly staring ahead. As the lyrics played, his head suddenly swung, and his arms and thighs powerfully struck the beat, perfectly presenting the song through the exertion of his body.
Just then, Wu Jianian, with a 'wicked' expression, pulled Han Jia's arm from the side, causing his entire body to be pulled outwards. Han Jia took the opportunity to grab Fan Na's body, and so they pulled each other, seemingly twisting and struggling, but actually forming a subtle chain-like connection, locking Gu Huailang on the outside. Then, everyone's bodies rose and fell with the music like each link in the chain.
As Wu Jianian took center stage and ended the chains, the electronic music in the background increased in volume.
Red laser beams appeared on the stage, intensifying the tense atmosphere.
As everyone chanted in unison, they were waving their hands casually one second, and the next second they burst out with power, increasing the amplitude of their dance movements.
"Get your wings(wing wing wing wing wing...)"
“you need to (win win win win win……)”
The lyrics of "poisonous" are repeated over and over, causing listeners to unconsciously sing along.
The seven men moved in rapid succession, each swing of their arms and retraction of their legs clean and crisp. Their expressions were natural and unrestrained, their eyes brimming with ambition. They jumped with ease and control, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble with their movements, exuding a powerful aura.
Just as the audience below the stage was dazzled and held their breath, the music stopped, and the stage lights disappeared instantly, plunging the stage into darkness.
A sudden burst of piano music rang out in the background, cheerful yet out of place.
The audience looked at each other in bewilderment, and the mentors also looked at each other in confusion. They didn't seem to have included this part when they were giving their guidance.
The audience members near the stage suddenly felt a chill, and upon closer inspection, they saw that the stage was now filled with mist created by dry ice.
As the light gradually focused, the stage became dimly lit, and everyone who could see the scene on stage widened their eyes and gasped in surprise.
At the center of the stage, where everyone's attention was focused, six people knelt on one knee, surrounding and reverently looking up at the noble young man in the middle, creating a sacred and solemn scene.
Surrounded by people was Meng Fanxi, whose icy gaze was hidden beneath his slightly curly hair. His tailored suit was now disheveled, making him look like a god descending to earth.
Most importantly, he was suspended in mid-air, and black wings had spread out behind him, making him both dangerous and mysterious.
Suddenly, background electronic sound effects appeared, with rapid beeps like a warning. The six people on the ground became increasingly excited with the music, creating a kind of ritual together, their movements large and sweeping yet highly synchronized.
The suspended Meng Fanxi was the one controlling them. His movements were graceful yet sharp. The air was like flat ground to him, and the wings seemed to come alive and dance with his movements.
His singing style was gentle and evocative, building up its power: "Let these wings up..."
The other six people, like a choir, enthusiastically echoed Meng Fanxi.
"Who cares if it's dawn?"
"Who cares about the rain and fog?"
They moved their entire bodies to the music, turning and leaping in perfect unison to the beat of the drums.
After Meng Fanxi sang the line, "Tearing apart the hypocrisy and pretense, touching the light in the clouds," a solid and full high note followed, bringing the audience's emotions to their peak. His exquisite dance also blended with the music, performing high-difficulty moves in the air.
When the camera cuts to a close-up of his upper body, he precisely captures the moment, elegantly raising his neck and tilting his head slightly, without a greasy wink or a wicked smile.
He stared at everyone in front of the camera like that, his cold yet mocking gaze sending chills down your spine.
The stage lights became toys for the Wings group, going out with a bang and then turning on with a bang, but between the two lights, everyone's space and position would change instantly.
As the light dimmed, Meng Fanxi suddenly disappeared from the sky, and when it lit up again, it became a 4 vs 3 arena.
In the blink of an eye, the seven people merged into one. Their movements no longer focused on uniformity, but rather on differentiation. Each person's movements had their own style and little habits, yet the whole group looked harmonious and complete.
It makes you feel that dance should be this flamboyant and free.
Zhong Chu and Lu Ning, as the last two solo center positions, were reserved and elegant in the final revelry. The two gracefully weaved through the chaotic dance of the five people, like a control group, drawn together by invisible threads.
As the last few clocks struck, their movements grew faster, sharper, and more explosive, before they collapsed in all directions simultaneously. The audience screamed in terror, and the stage went dark again before they fell.
"How did it end?"
"I can't get enough of it!!"
"No way? That's it?"
"Every second was captivating; I'm going to cherish this stage performance after it airs!"
The audience cheered and looked on in bewilderment. The spectacular stage dazzled them, and before they could even savor it, it was over. They didn't even realize how much time had passed.
Fu Hanfei was the first to stand up and applaud the stage. It was a performance that had given its all. It was no longer just dance, but a real performance. The entire stage struggled in repression, reveled in the struggle, and finally returned to calm after the revelry. The audience was completely absorbed and mesmerized.
The rap and vocal groups in the waiting room were so stunned by the performance that they couldn't contain their excitement and kept exclaiming in admiration. Led by Xu You, they danced wildly and jumped around in the room, creating a crazy feeling that everything had already ended.
The other dancers looked rather grim.
Tong Junxi's palms were red from clapping during "Youth," but he didn't realize it. He only felt relieved that he hadn't chosen "Night Dance" and hadn't run into the "Wings" group. After the performance, he couldn't imagine what kind of stage he could beat.
Zhang Ruizheng, who had chosen "Night Dance," was talking blankly to the person next to him. He didn't care whether the person next to him was listening or not, and just kept saying to himself, "Are they crazy? That's Zhong Chu? That's Han Jia? When did they become so good? And that Lu Ning, wasn't he the one who was suspended the first time he went up for the theme song evaluation? What kind of evil tricks did they learn?"
Sitting next to Zhang Ruizheng was Su Zeyu from the Zero Degree Group. He came from a dance competition and was confident that his experience and expertise were superior to those of the other trainees. At this moment, he was also speechless with surprise. He was amazed by the vitality and high-difficulty moves presented in the performance. It was hard to imagine that several of the performers on stage were ranked at the back.
For the first time, he began to question himself.
On stage, Meng Fanxi and his group had tidied up their disheveled clothes after the intense dance and stood in a row waiting for the audience to vote.
The cheers from the audience echoed throughout the studio. They were going crazy for the performance and screaming for these seemingly harmless but charismatic young men on stage.
Not only the audience, but also some of the judges on the special guest panel stood up and applauded excitedly. As Meng Fanxi kept bowing to the audience, he also saw that familiar figure on the special guest panel in the distance.
Qiu Lü stood up and applauded them.
Meng Fanxi thought that after today's recording, he shouldn't need to go to the Dream Chasing Hut to check the reviews.
After the voting ended, the mentors provided their comments.
Zhu Lou smiled happily. Although this was not his area of expertise, he was very excited. "The performance was so exhilarating that it made me want to dance."
Fu Hanfei patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "The dance world can't accommodate a god like you."
Zhu Lou jokingly retorted, "If you can tolerate me, why can't you?"
As the show progresses past the halfway point, the mentors' relationship has grown stronger, and their interactions have added many highlights to the program.
After the joke, Fu Hanfei didn't hold back his praise: "The stage is your playground. This performance brought me such a big surprise. I didn't expect you to have such a secret weapon during the rehearsals!"
Meng Fanxi smiled mischievously. In fact, when the mentor came to give guidance, they performed the entire dance. Although they received praise, he was still not satisfied. He felt it wasn't 'crazy' enough, so he discussed with his teammates to increase the rhythm and density of the dance in the whole song, and also greatly increased the difficulty.
Those last few days of training were incredibly tough, but looking back now, it was all worth it.
Ye Ni looked at Meng Fanxi with a smile and asked, "You have brought me so many surprises. Judging from the emotions and performance of the whole stage, your performance was perfect. What surprised me even more was your control over the wire work, which shows how much effort you have put in. Congratulations."
As an actress, Ye Ni naturally knew how difficult wire work was for laymen. Seeing him handle it with ease, she was both surprised and moved. However, what she didn't know was that when Meng Fanxi acted in period dramas in his previous life, he was basically suspended on wires all day. He rarely got to play supporting roles that weren't difficult, and he mostly took on thankless roles.
He had experienced despair and frustration, but he never imagined that the experience he had accumulated through pain and tears would come in handy one day.
Meng Fanxi felt that among these mentors, Ye Ni was approachable to everyone, but also kept a distance from everyone. Only when the WONE group performed her favorite song on the initial stage did she reveal a hint of her true preferences.
Hearing his former colleague, Teacher Ye, sincerely say these words now deeply moved him.
Tan Yi also praised Meng Fanxi and the others for their performance. Although it was a lip-sync performance with a focus on dance, their singing in the background was much better than before, cleverly matching the atmosphere of the song. Tan Yi praised the whole group for their singing ability, and everyone could not hide their happiness.
The stage setup for the next song, "Night Dance," would also take some time, so Yun Mengtao praised each performance one by one. When it was Meng Fanxi's turn, she didn't comment but turned to the invited judges' panel: "We all know that Teacher Qiu Lü previously commented that Fanxi lacked a unique style. I just saw you stand up. I wonder if your opinion has changed?"
Meng Fanxi glanced calmly in the direction of Qiu Lü. Judging from Yun Mengtao's words, it seemed that the part where he was reading the comments at the Dream Chasing Hut had also been broadcast.
Qiu Lü was called upon by Yun Mengtao, and at that moment he also took the microphone and stood up.
Gu Huailang looked at Meng Fanxi with a puzzled expression. The other six people in the Eternal Six Stars were also unaware of this little incident and did not quite agree with the so-called comment.
Qiu Lü's expression was obscured by his baseball cap. Holding the microphone, he didn't directly answer Yun Mengtao, but instead looked at Meng Fanxi: "Fanxi, what are your thoughts?"
The tone was gentle, completely unlike the sharp tone of the commentary in writing.
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