This person has always been so outspoken, saying whatever comes to mind. So when he first started out, he got a lot of criticism because of his mouth. After all these years, he hasn't improved at all. Jin He thinks he's gotten used to it.
Xu Yuxiang's face turned green. If it were anyone else, he certainly wouldn't have let the other person off so easily, but unfortunately, it was An Yi. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and apologize: "I'm sorry, Teacher An, please give me another chance."
An Yi's expression became even more puzzled: "Didn't you run out on your own?"
Xu Yuxiang's face instantly turned as red as a traffic light, his expression quite interesting: "Yes."
An Yi found him inexplicable.
What trick are they playing?
"Then go wait for a while, and come up after Fang Xiaoke is done."
Fang Xiaoke's score was surprising, 98 points, which was close to a perfect score, even higher than Wen Lian from Class A. She happily went back and pulled Ji Feng, jumping up and down: "Can I also try to get the center position?"
Jifeng: "We must try to do it, you don't have any obvious weaknesses."
“But shouldn’t we have a comprehensive evaluation of your abilities? Your dancing and rapping aren’t as good as Wen Lian’s,” Zhang Huahua said.
"Even though what you said is true, you still hurt me." Fang Xiaoke pouted, then said with a smile, "It's okay not to be in the center position, don't you think, Brother Xiaohe?"
Jin He never expected that the child's chat partners would include her. She was quite surprised to be suddenly mentioned and nodded with a smile: "Yes, it's good that you did your best."
Fang Xiaoke looked around, then leaned close to Jin He and whispered in his ear, "Are you feeling better now? What happened to you just now?"
"I feel much better." Jin He couldn't very well tell Fang Xiaoke, whom she had just met, the truth. "Thank you. I must have scared you earlier."
"It doesn't look like low blood sugar. Do you have some kind of illness?"
"No."
While the two were chatting, Xu Yuxiang's score on stage was already announced. His performance, which was rushed into the competition, was definitely not as good as Wen Lianfang and Xiao Ke's, who were well-prepared. So he only got 75 points in the end.
Fang Xiaoke added, "With this score, he'll never be able to get the center position again."
Jin He: "..."
He felt he needed to remind Fang Xiaoke that this kid was just like An Yi, saying everything out loud. In the entertainment industry, talking too much wasn't necessarily a good thing.
"So, how's your preparation going? Is everything going smoothly? Do you need my help?"
"More or less," Jin He replied.
When he first started out, An Yi often dragged him to do this kind of training, giving him a new sheet music at a time, and making him follow along with him after looking at it for a while. At first, he couldn't even read the sheet music, which made An Yi so angry that he almost smashed the piano. But after a while, Jin He learned to read the sheet music.
Of course, after a few years, An Yi finally encountered another noob who couldn't even read sheet music.
And it wasn't just one, it was a group.
An Yi: "..."
After the fourth student, who couldn't even read sheet music and couldn't even open his mouth, left the room, he finally lost his temper: "You can't even read sheet music? Have you really been trained?"
Having learned from that earlier experience, no one dared to argue with An Yi now; they could only stand there with their heads down like little quails.
"Jin He, come up here."
Jin He stood obediently beside the piano, following An Yi's playing to roughly read through the sheet music. An Yi seemed fairly satisfied. If Jin He hadn't sung well, he really suspected that An Yi would have scolded him.
"I don't expect you to reach the level of Wen Lian and Fang Xiaoke, but at least you should be at this level." An Yi gritted his teeth, utterly exasperated. "Don't you know basic music theory? Don't you know simple melodies? You can't even read sheet music? What are you doing here?"
Although he was asked to demonstrate, Jin He didn't feel particularly honored. After all, he had been in the industry for almost ten years and had only learned how to read sheet music. It seemed that he was the one who was even less impressive.
"But why do you always seem to run out of breath when you sing? You weren't like this before!"
"Yes, that is indeed my problem."
"It's just that your lung capacity isn't very good. You can strengthen your physical training in the future. If you're going to train your physical fitness, you shouldn't slack off anymore."
Jin He smiled.
It's impossible not to slack off.
"Then I'll give you... 80 points, that's pretty good overall." An Yi stuck the note on Jin He's clothes: "Keep it up."
The program schedule was very tight. In the morning, they had to attend An Yi's vocal lessons, and in the afternoon, they were immediately taken to learn to dance. In the evening, they had time to train on their own, and the next morning they had to learn to rap. Then they were given another day to train on their own, and then they had to take the assessment.
With time running out and the task heavy, no one planned to go back to the dormitory that night. After all, there were only three days left to complete the singing and dancing assessment with live vocals. If they didn't do well, they might have to endure Teacher An's personal humiliation of "If you really can't do it, just go home and lie down." No one dared to let their guard down.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the children in the training room were still studying the dance details in the video, while some people were already putting on their shoes and getting ready to leave at the door.
Zhang Huahua stopped and looked at Jin He with a strange expression.
Why are you looking at me?
"You went back so early?"
"Is it early?" Jin He raised her hand and glanced at her watch. "It's already nine o'clock, it's not early anymore."
"Aren't you going to practice a little longer?" Zhang Huahua was utterly incredulous. How could he sleep like that? Everyone who comes to this show tries their best to get more screen time, but he...
"Don't stay up late, you'll die suddenly if you stay up late." Jin He yawned, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "I'm going back to sleep now, okay? Remember to keep your voices down when you go back, don't wake me up."
You can't make a good impression on someone who's already rotten.
Zhang Huahua muttered something to herself, then turned around and continued scrutinizing the details of the video.
Jin Lanni staggered back to his dorm, filling a large cup of hot water at the water dispenser as he passed by. After taking a shower, he lay on his bed, looked at his fitness tracker, and saw that his heart rate was still surprisingly high.
He took a shower first, then pulled a pillow out of his suitcase and put it on the bed. He fell asleep half-lying down like that. He thought he should just hang in there a little longer. He figured that after the first performance, people would be eliminated, and then he could retire!
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