Triumph
Yi Jingchen took the battle card given by Fu Zheng and came to the center of the stage again.
When the mentors saw this little piece of trash, they were filled with worry, but they could not show it too obviously, so they could only do their job diligently and cue the process.
Gu Sijun spoke first, throwing the topic to Fu Zheng, "Fu Zheng, as a dance leader, why do you want to battle with Yi Jingchen?"
"Um..." Fu Zheng opened his mouth, but before he could think of the right words, Mobb Z, who was always straightforward, took over the conversation.
"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 critical of Fu Zheng's behavior.
'Battle' is very common in the Harry Potter circle, but they always challenge the strong and no one will point the blade at the weak.
Fu Zheng's behavior will be engraved on the pillar of shame and his spine will be poked until he dies!
Seeing that Mobb Z had his emotions on his face, Wei Mi hurriedly changed his target, "Yi Jingchen, do you have the confidence to keep 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 protect Class A, I will write my name backwards!]
"...Oh, no one cares about your name." Yi Jingchen muttered quickly, raised his eyes to look at Wei Mi, showed a gentle, non-aggressive smile, and did not answer 'yes' or 'no'.
"I will give my best and respect my opponents."
"Okay." Wei Mi's eyes showed an admiring look, and he repeated the battle rules, "There are no restrictions on the position-changing challenge. You can choose any skill you are good at. The party that is recognized by more instructors will enter Class A."
Gu Sijun continued, "Who of you two will choose first?"
"Him." Yi Jingchen immediately pointed at Fu Zheng.
It had come to this, so Fu Zheng simply threw his hands up and said, "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. They are asked to dance to random music on the spot. At least it should be entertaining and perfectly timed.
Fu Zheng used random dance as his trump card and prepared 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?"
Where's the singing and dancing?
——You kid, you’re having fun.
Yi Jingchen smiled faintly and replied calmly, "Only a little bit."
[Well, it’s only a little bit as big as a sesame seed…]
[Not even fur...]
Fu Zheng sneered, showing a look of confidence in victory.
When Yi Jingchen was sent to interview Lu Jue's alma mater, the National Academy of Arts, 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 average, he had received the "true teachings" from many old artists. He could play a few simple melodies.
It just so happens that all random dancing needs 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 satisfy all your requests.
Although it is difficult to find instruments that are too niche, there are a few replicas of ancient instruments in the instrument warehouse. They were originally used as props for the national style stage, but who knew they could really be used.
The staff carried large and small musical instruments to the first stage with great difficulty. Fu Zheng was dumbfounded.
The 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-proportioned white arms. He took the drumstick from the staff sister and smashed it hard on the chimes, making a sound similar to the roar of a dragon.
Hearing the sound of the bell he struck, Yi Jingchen sighed:
[The ancient musical instruments sound so beautiful!]
[Even a rookie like me can produce a particularly beautiful melody.]
Before Fu Zheng could react, Yi Jingchen had already made the second sound.
The drumsticks swept across a row of chimes, producing a continuous and clear sound that is in no way inferior to any modern musical instrument.
[Oh my god! This is actually the sound of a chime. I thought such a big one would have a very heavy sound.]
[I used to watch cultural and museum programs that introduced chime bells. They have a very complete scale, but they were phased out due to the difficulty of playing them.]
[I have heard a formal chime performance, which was a hundred times more amazing than this! I recommend everyone to listen to it, it is really shocking]
[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 zither next to him that was similar to a pipa but with a full moon-shaped bottom, and gently plucked the four strings.
Fu Zheng hadn't found the rhythm of the chimes yet 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 softer.
It was like a beautiful lady thousands of years away, 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 whistle along with the accompaniment, and brought the level of the performance back to normal.
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 buzzer beater.
[Wow! Whistling and piano, absolutely amazing! ]
[You call this useless singing and dancing? ]
[Singing and dancing are both useless, meaning that apart from singing and dancing, one can do everything else]
[Breaking news! I am from the National Academy of Arts. I just asked our teacher and he said that all the instruments that Yi Jingchen plays were taught by master professors! ]
[The Melon King is so well hidden! Who dares to say that the Melon King doesn't deserve an A?! ]
After the performance, Gu Sijun, who was in charge of commenting on the dance, shook his head and said disappointedly, "Fu Zheng, judging by the standard of random dance, your performance can only be given 0 points."
Fu Zheng’s face turned pale, he lowered his head in embarrassment, and madly insulted Yi Jingchen and Gu Sijun.
Wei Mi thought carefully for a while before giving his evaluation, "To be honest, although I am a vocal instructor, I have hardly ever played any of 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 just wanted one more person to hear them."
As a musician, it was hard for Wei Mi not to be touched, and he 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, Mr. Wei." Yi Jingchen bowed to Wei Mi as Fu Zheng cursed him crazily.
"My turn?" Mobb Z sat up straight, without giving any reason, and said simply and rudely, "I choose Yi Jingchen."
Yi Jingchen got the advantage but still acted cute, 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, stifled a laugh and thanked Mobb Z.
Mobb Z: ...Why do you have two faces?
Gu Sijun counted the votes and concluded, "The three instructors unanimously decided, congratulations to Yi Jingchen for keeping 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 becomes 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 then 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 having to climb up the stairs upside down in public, in front 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 gritted his teeth and tried to save face, "You're not taking it 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, wondering 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 light laugh sounded in his ears.
"Of course I won't take it seriously." Yi Jingchen walked past him and said lightly, "Congratulations on getting into Class B~"
[I have challenged the worst player in Class A, but I have not succeeded yet.]
[How come it doesn’t count as entering Class B based on one’s ability!]
"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?"
Quack, quack, laughed even crazier!
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 evaluation has been finalized. I'm sure many contestants are not satisfied with their own levels, right?"
"Now, you still have a chance to change your fate."
"Tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, all trainees will change into the uniforms corresponding to their levels and gather on the first floor of the recording building."
"At that time, the last part before the performance will be about changing your own destiny—"
“Theme song re-rating.”
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