Chapter 35
Practice time flew by in the blink of an eye, under the lights that never turned off, amidst endless running and movement, on a sweat-soaked floor. The competition for the same piece and the team-wide rewards only added to the tension of the performance.
Three days before the performance, the program team released the official poster of the songs, and the comment section was dazzling.
【Various Xiaoyu☆Heart-beating Hunter☆Almighty ACE】
Are you searching for the most popular? The only face? The MVP? They're all Jiang Shiyu. Please take care of me.
This is the well-trained comment control of the regular army.
[Make way for Yuyan's wedding car]
[Childhood sweethearts descend from the sky☆American Empire strikes☆Look at Zheng Yanye and Jiang Shiyu for a strong couple]
【Performance stage direct shot of two people!!】
This is a CP fan promoting the couple and giving out some sweets at the same time.
There is also a weird type.
[The small team of only love to stick together is about to win the whole game easily]
Are there any other shows with small, rigidly structured groups like yours?
[I feel sorry for the students who share the same piece with the small group. I feel sorry for them.]
[Why pretend to be a good person? If you have pity, go vote. If you have money, the one you care about can also become a high-ranking person.]
【Isn’t it because you didn’t want to be the most popular one?】
The fans argued over this topic for several rounds, with each side taking turns to use their own rhetoric. Zheng Yan also made his routine evening inspection of his and Jiang Shiyu's fan plaza, and it was quite amusing to see these people saying that the grapes were sour because they couldn't get their own.
@越亦我所欲也: Please reflect on whether you have invested money before you talk about insider conspiracy theories, okay? Let me reveal the inside story. Jiang Shiyu will definitely blow the whole audience away this time.
After he posted this Weibo, in addition to those who agreed with him, some also told him to "please don't come to me for a loan."
Zheng Yan also completely ignored this message and deleted it with one click. What a joke! How could he not know whether the stage he had carefully set up would have a good effect?
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On the day of the performance, the backstage was bustling with activity, and each group's makeup was unique.
Jiang Shiyu and his group's style is mechanical girl. The silver and black patchwork uniforms are neat and tidy, revealing an abstinence in the regularity. The metal rings on the arms and legs perfectly neutralize this rigidity and add a different kind of charm.
The makeup artist was carefully applying makeup to Jiang Shiyu's face. His skin was very fair, especially under the bright lights. The silver glitter trailing from the end of his eye was particularly eye-catching. Although she had worked with many artists before, she was still a little shocked by Jiang Shiyu.
This boy is indeed very handsome and is one of the most famous people she has worked with.
"Okay, you can open your eyes now." She put down the brush. "Let's see how it works. Do you like it?"
Jiang Shiyu was stunned for a moment when he opened his eyes and saw himself after closing them for too long. The makeup artist deliberately darkened the shadows to weaken his cuteness, and paired them with ice-blue contact lenses. When he looked at people, the first thing he felt was a sharp coldness.
A completely different feeling from my previous self.
"Amazing!" he praised heartily, standing up to thank them before rejoining his teammates. Their entire group was like male models on Star Trek, possessing an aura wherever they stood.
Feng Zhuo sighed softly, "Xiao Yu, the contrast you're showing today is too strong."
Zheng Yanye's eyes were fixed on Jiang Shiyu, and he nodded in agreement.
Jiang Shiyu usually had a gentle demeanor, like a marshmallow bunny in hot chocolate, sweet and lively. But today, his demeanor suddenly changed, and he looked like a dormant sword. When he was silent and stern, he had a sense of submission that made people call him master.
Some other things unconsciously appeared in his mind. His eyes slid to the metal collar worn by Jiang Shiyu, and his gaze darkened.
It's a bit touching.
He tried hard to suppress these inappropriate thoughts. Jiang Shiyu suddenly called him, raising his smooth, white neck: "This chain is too tight. Help me adjust it, Yan Ye."
Zheng Yanye: Is this a test of his recent fantasy?
"……good."
He carefully fiddled with the clasp, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed Jiang Shiyu's skin. This man was too delicate, and in a short while, the skin on the edge of the necklace was rubbed to a light pink.
He gently stroked the patch of color. Jiang Shiyu shuddered and turned to accuse him, "What are you doing?"
"I'm helping you adjust your necklace." Zheng Yan met his surprised look without feeling guilty, looking back innocently, "This is what you asked for."
Jiang Shiyu glared at him: What are you touching with your hands?
Zheng Yanye: ^ ^
The little episode flashed by, and after the overall shape was completed, everyone gathered in the waiting area. Although the temperature was not high in the spring on the island, the air was filled with damp and stuffy heat.
Jiang Shiyu's nose was covered with tiny beads of sweat. Their clothes were still several layers of uniforms, which were completely different from the other group's cool summer clothes.
He was really afraid of the heat, and his whole body was wilting. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Jiang Shiyu looked up. Zheng Yan didn't know which prop box he had dug out and found a cattail leaf fan, the kind that old people loved to stay in the shade of trees in the summer. It was a pity that the damp and rheumatic RoboCop couldn't help but smile when holding such a cattail leaf fan.
Jiang Shiyu laughed so hard that his eyes almost disappeared: "Brother, your new look is so handsome."
Zheng Yan also pretended to be cool: "Thank you for the compliment."
Feng Zhuo also came over and shouted, "Jiang Shiyu, your treatment is too high. I want it too."
"Brother Yan Ye, please fan me too."
Zheng Yan also threw him another fan: "Go and cool down by yourself."
Feng Zhuo: "Different treatment, this is blatant differential treatment!"
"Yes, what do you think?" Zheng Yan also had an expression that said, "What if I treat you differently?" "If you don't want the fan, return it to me."
"That won't do." Feng Zhuo gripped the handle of his fan tightly. "I'm going to accuse you during the interview."
"Okay." Zheng Yan also nodded, "Waiting for what you say."
Feng Zhuo: ...This man is so stubborn that he only cares about Jiang Shiyu. I'm afraid Zheng Yan will be secretly happy about what he said.
He is not that stupid. He wants to be a part of your play.
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At 6 p.m., music and lights filled the island night, each light board doing its best to create a sea of colorful lights. The host briefly announced the rules and then immediately began the second performance.
This time, Jiang Shiyu and his group were the first to appear.
The opening is usually the most difficult. The audience has not yet immersed themselves in the scene and their emotions have not yet been aroused. Moreover, when voting in the first group, people always have no standard. Instead, they will refer to the first group in subsequent voting.
But if the place can be ignited, the impact and benefits brought by the shock will be doubled.
The moment the spotlight shines, the contestants emerge from the darkness, the metal machinery and the drum beats collide closely with each other, the people on the stage are slender, their movements are crisp and agile, and every movement is smooth and sharp.
The lights rotated continuously with their dance moves. Jiang Shiyu returned to the center again, his boots colliding with the stage, making a heavy sound. When everyone squatted down, he was the only one left singing solo. The silver flash in the corner of his eye was like a tear, and when he looked towards the camera, it was just right, adding a touch of sensuality to the mechanical feeling, and leading the whole rhythm to a climax.
By the time their stage performance ended, their neatly coordinated sword dance had become a hot topic. The final formation change was dazzling. They changed four formations in a row in a few seconds of flash time, and even placed a blooming flower at the end.
The audience burst into applause. Even if you are not a fan, you have to admit that the entire stage is of extremely high standard, balancing both strength and beauty. It is a very mature stage.
The countdown was five seconds long, and the scorer was climbing rapidly. After the voting ended, the host kept it a secret: "The group votes for each piece will not be announced until both groups have performed."
"Let's first listen to what the instructors have to say about this group."
Xu Junwen took the microphone and said, "It's obvious to everyone that this is a great performance, don't you think?"
The whole audience shouted, “Yes!”
Xu Junwen: "I'd like to know how you came up with this style? What do you think is the most important thing for the success of this stage?"
Zheng Yanye: "The original song has a lot of drum beats and metallic textures, and the design of the mechanical warrior can perfectly integrate this, while also interpreting the balance between hardness and softness."
Luo Wenxi took the microphone and said, "I think the most important factor for receiving such a positive response is the hard work of the entire team. Some of us had weaker foundations, and we also had breakdowns due to the overall difficulty. However, we all worked overtime every day, practiced overtime, and encouraged each other, and ultimately achieved the results we wanted."
Xu Junwen nodded, looking very satisfied with his answer, and then asked, "Has anyone in your group ever cried?"
Zheng Yanye: "I didn't, I was only responsible for comforting people."
Feng Zhuo poured the oil in a low voice: "Are you trying to comfort me? I cried like that, and you said that my crying was not as ugly as Jiang Shiyu's. You made me so angry that I couldn't even cry." He thought his voice was very soft, but he didn't expect the microphone was not turned off.
The whole audience burst into laughter.
Feng Zhuo was also stunned, and quickly tried to make up for it: "Of course the captain is very nice and kind to everyone."
He was busy trying to make amends and poked the person next to him, "I'm right, right?"
Jiang Shiyu looked at the microphone being handed to him, feeling that it was a hot potato. However, he couldn't let the situation remain awkward, so he took it and said, "Yes. The captain is very caring."
Xu Junwen and Zheng Yan have known each other for so many years, and this is the first time he heard someone put Wenrou and the prince together. Judging from the prince's expression, he was obviously enjoying it. He wanted to get close to her and ask loudly, "How do you take care of her? Tell me more about it."
However, the field control reminded him of the time, so he could only give up in frustration. He smiled and said, "I hope you can show us how your captain takes care of others next time."
He really wants to see this.
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Not being able to post emojis in text really limits me a lot T^T
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