They all said to Ye Wan in unison: "Good morning, Teacher Ye Wan!"

"Good morning, everyone!"

For some reason, I felt like I was attending military training at the beginning of my freshman year in high school, and she was the strict instructor with a gloomy face the entire time.

Ye Wan smiled, "We are about the same age, you can call me Sister Wan or Ye Wan, but don't call me mentor. I feel like I am half buried in the ground."

The tense atmosphere was somewhat dissipated by her teasing remark.

Seeing Ye Wan taking off his down jacket and sitting on the floor, the older boys looked at each other, then gathered around him and sat on the floor with Ye Wan as the center.

"The director came to me yesterday..."

Ye Wan said straight to the point: "The director said that our group is too weak. In the team PK competition of the sixth episode, the other four teams will definitely not take the initiative to challenge us, so we can easily win the sixth episode."

Looking around, Ye Wan asked softly, "What do you think?"

Someone lowered his head to hide the disappointment in his eyes.

Others clenched their fists, trying to suppress the anger in their hearts.

The practice room was completely quiet.

"If we want to lie down for the sixth episode as the director said, then we only need to rehearse an opening dance."

Ye Wan said, taking out his phone and turning on the music. "This is a song I made up temporarily. Let's listen to it. If it's ok, we can brainstorm and make an opening dance. Let's work out a rough outline today."

Dynamic music echoed in the practice room.

The five-minute music ended quickly. When the surroundings quieted down, someone in the crowd looked up at Ye Wan and said, "Sister Wan, I don't want to be cannon fodder. I don't want to be eliminated."

"I don't want to either!"

"Sister Wan, are we still saved?"

Facing twenty pairs of bright eyes, Ye Wan hesitated for a moment, "If I say that street dance is not my best skill and I only know a little bit, will you still place your hopes on me?"

In one sentence, some people were stunned in disbelief.

And Su Youxuan nodded decisively, "Yes!"

In the live broadcast room, the catchphrases that Wanfeng often says are, the first one is "Wanjie YYDS", and the second one is "Wanjie can do everything".

Even though the goddess appeared in front of him as a living person, in Su Youxuan's heart, Sister Wan was a god!

God is omnipotent!

"I believe it too!"

Zhong Ziyao, who had been arguing with Su Youxuan until his face turned red and his neck became thick just a moment ago, said loudly: "Without you, we would have been packing up and on our way home. Sister Wan, I am not afraid of hardship or fatigue. There are still 14 days until the sixth term. You can be our instructor and train me hard!"

"And me!"

"Me too!"

Is there anything more touching than fighting for what you love with all your heart ?

"good!"

Ye Wan smiled as he looked at the 20 energetic faces in front of him. "You were selected from so many people, which means you have already won at the starting line. Compared with the 80 people selected by other mentors, you are not any worse. If there is any difference, it is that you are not as lucky as them."

"Luck is certainly a part of opportunity, but the fact that we are still here and qualified to enter the sixth round shows that our luck is not too bad."

"And the next competition will see who is ruthless enough and who dares to fight!"

"If you win, you get honor. If you lose, you become cannon fodder. If you don't want to be cannon fodder and don't want to be wiped out, then work hard."

"yes!"

20 voices responded in unison, and Ye Wan opened the music list, "This is the dance we are going to choreograph in the sixth episode. Everyone, take a listen and choose your favorite."

The older boys all looked over, and then all stood still.

(End of this chapter)