Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 221 The Lucky Girl's First Stage
When Gu Yang announced, "Lehua Entertainment is ready to perform," the entire audience fell silent instantly.

Meng Meiqi stood up, the hem of her black training uniform drawing a sharp arc.

She didn't show any extra expression, just gently patted Wu Xuanyi's shoulder, and then walked towards the stage.

The lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone on her.

The music started; it was her arrangement of "Support".

Her eyes changed as soon as the intro started.

Her once calm eyes instantly ignited with a sharp glint, and with a swift head toss, her hair flew wildly, followed by an explosive dance.

"This force..." Huang Zitao couldn't help but sit up straight.

Her movements were so precise that not a single detail was missed; every precise moment seemed to have been calculated perfectly.

Even more astonishing is that, despite such intense dancing, her breath control remained incredibly steady, and her high notes even had a slightly grainy quality, making her both sexy and powerful.

After the performance ended, the entire audience was silent for two seconds, then erupted in deafening screams.

"What's the point of this competition? Let's go straight to Class A!" Zhang Jie slammed his fist on the table.

Ella nodded: "Dance, singing, stage presence, all perfect."

Gu Yang didn't immediately give his opinion, but instead looked at Meng Meiqi and asked, "Do you think you can get an A?"

Meng Meiqi looked him straight in the eye: "I got an A not because I thought I was qualified, but because..."

She paused, then said, "I am indeed stronger than everyone else."

There was an uproar.

Gu Yang smiled slightly: "Class A, welcome."

Meng Meiqi bowed and walked to her seat in Class A at the top of the pyramid.

From below the stage, Wu Xuanyi smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

Chen Fangyu, Li Ziting, and Wu Yingxiang temporarily formed a team to sing Ariana Grande's "Problem".

The moment the three of them opened their mouths, the entire audience erupted in cheers.

Li Ziting's high notes are as clear as crystal, Wu Yingxiang's European and American voice is deep and powerful, and Chen Fangyu's mid-range is as stable as a CD.

The harmonies of the three vocalists were seamless, and the vibrato in the chorus made Zhang Jie stand up and applaud.

"Does this even need an evaluation?" Hu Yanbin shrugged. "All A's!"

The three became the first all-A group on the show, and were dubbed the "3A Group".

Wu Xuanyi's solo performance of Mayday's "I'm in Love Again" was simply a stage performance that could be described as a dream come true, with her pink short skirt, sweet smile, and graceful dance moves.

However, she narrowly lost to Sunne in the Battle and was assigned to Class B!
As she stepped off the stage, she bit her lip, her eyes slightly red.

Meng Meiqi from Class A gave her a "good luck" gesture.

When Zhang Yifan's name was called, the trainees on site began to whisper among themselves. This girl, who rarely spoke backstage, was as quiet as a shadow.

She walked slowly onto the stage, her posture as graceful as a swan, her fair neck with beautiful lines, and her square shoulders gleaming with porcelain white light under the lights.

There was no extra self-introduction, just a slight bow, and then a signal for the music to begin.

Jessie J's remix of "Bang Bang".

As soon as the drumbeats of the intro ended, Zhang Yifan's body exploded with energy.

She executed a nimble side somersault and a split in mid-air, her skirt blooming like flower petals to reveal her long, straight legs.

The elegance of ballet is perfectly blended with the power of modern dance. The spins on the toes are as stable as a spinning top, but at a certain moment they suddenly switch to floor movements, with incredible flexibility in the waist.

She performed three consecutive backflips, landing on one knee. As she tilted her head back, a bead of sweat slid down her chin, glistening like a tear under the spotlight.

The entire arena was silent for two seconds, then erupted in deafening screams.

"This core strength..." Ella's eyes widened, "It's definitely from a professional dancer!"

Hu Yanbin suddenly raised his hand: "Can I sing a couple of lines on the spot?"

The camera captured her fingertips momentarily stiffening.

"I...I wasn't prepared..." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Huang Zitao raised an eyebrow: "Girl groups can't just be good at dancing."

Finally, Zhang Yifan sang "I Seem to Have Fallen into the Sea of ​​Love" a cappella.

The voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, with a noticeable tremor, and it even cracked during the chorus.

Hu Yanbin rubbed his temples. "Your singing... and dancing are done by the same person?"

Huang Zitao glanced at the Xinghe Media logo in front of her and tried to smooth things over: "Commendable courage! If you practice, people will listen!"

Since the artist was from his own company, Gu Yang did not participate in the commentary.

The mentor group reached a conclusion after intense discussion.

Zhang Yifan was assigned to the "bench team," or F class, because his dance style was not well-suited to the girl group and his performance in his first public singing performance was poor.

Actually, based on the professors' opinions, and also out of consideration for Gu Yang, they wanted to put her in Class B.

However, Gu Yang rejected her because when this girl participated in "Produce Camp 2020", she was also in Class F in the initial evaluation.

But in the end, they debuted in seventh place.

Now, with his relationship with the penguins on this show, it's become much easier for Gu Yang to help them debut as a group.

However, forming a group is not the ultimate goal; attracting more attention and increasing brand awareness is a better choice.

Sometimes, showing weakness and creating controversy in the early stages can be more effective!

The audience was in an uproar.

Yang Chaoyue stared in disbelief: "Fanfan... you're so amazing, how come you were assigned to Class F? What am I supposed to do?!"

Then it was her turn to go on stage.

As the upbeat intro to "Curved Eyelashes" began, Yang Chaoyue's facial expression management system collapsed. Standing in the center of the stage, she forced a stiff smile, looking like a marionette suspended on a fishhook.

Her heart-shaped hand gesture—drawing a circle with her left hand and a square with her right—made her look like an electric lucky cat.

"One, two, three, four."

Her lips trembled as she counted the beats to encourage herself, her voice so loud that even the instructors in the first row could hear her clearly.

"Five, six, seven..." He suddenly stopped halfway through the count and frantically started over, "One, two, three, four..."

She turned the kicking motion in the chorus into a zombie jump, with her right sneaker flying out and drawing a beautiful parabola in the air.

The moment the music ended, Yang Chaoyue grinned with relief, revealing sixteen teeth, looking just like a middle school student who had just finished her final exams.

Her blurt-out words, "Finally finished counting!" were accurately captured by the microphone.

Yang Chaoyue stood in the center of the stage, panting, her bangs soaked with sweat and clinging to her flushed cheeks.

There was silence.

Gu Yang sat in the mentor's seat, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the table, his gaze fixed on her.

He had a very strange feeling.

This lucky girl's stage performance was as terrible and hilarious as ever, but it seems that her cycle of fate has begun!

"Yang Chaoyue," he began, his voice deep and clear, "Where are you from?"

Yang Chaoyue was taken aback and subconsciously straightened up: "I...I'm from Yancheng, Jiangsu."

"Yancheng?" Gu Yang raised an eyebrow slightly. "Why did you come to participate in 'Produce 101'?"

“Because…” she blinked, her tone earnest, “I am the hope of our village.”

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience.

Gu Yang's lips curled up slightly: "Oh? So you're the village beauty?"

Yang Chaoyue nodded without hesitation: "Yes!"

Her answer was so confident that the whole room burst into laughter again.

Huang Zitao slammed his fist on the table and burst into laughter: "Hahaha, Lao Gu, this girl is too honest!"

Gu Yang looked at her, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes: "So, the hope of the whole village, how do you feel about your performance today?"

Yang Chaoyue looked down at her shoe that had flown off, then looked up again with a sincere expression: "I think... I jumped pretty well."

"..."

The whole place was quiet again.

The next second, bursts of laughter nearly lifted the roof off.

Huang Zitao almost died laughing at her: "Yang Chaoyue! Do you know what you look like?"

She looked at him blankly.

"Like me when my relatives force me to perform during Chinese New Year!" Huang Zitao suddenly became serious. "Although you danced terribly, you have a very strange quality..."

“You can make the audience remember you, and that’s the rarest thing.” He picked up the rating card and wrote a big “C” on it. “So, I give you a C!”

Yang Chaoyue blinked, seemingly still not quite realizing whether she had been praised or not.

Zhang Jie opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to comment from a professional perspective, but ultimately gave up helplessly: "Never mind, you're a lot like Little Swallow, you know? The kind that makes people unable to get angry."

……

As the final trainee's evaluation concluded, Gu Yang stood center stage and gave his summary:

"Tonight, some people conquered the stage with their strength, while others moved the audience with their sincerity."

His gaze swept over everyone from Class A to Class F. "But this is just the beginning. The real challenge is just beginning."

The lights on the pyramid-shaped chairs went out one by one, leaving only the "Class A" sign at the top still shining.

Meng Meiqi sat at the highest point, looking down at the entire venue, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Meanwhile, Yang Chaoyue from Class C was caught on camera secretly stuffing a piece of chocolate into her mouth.

……

The first day of filming has officially ended.

After leaving the recording hall, the trainees were led to a separate four-story building.

The building features a pure white exterior with floor-to-ceiling windows and a stepped, ascending structure. Pink flags from "Produce Camp 101" are hung on each balcony.

At the entrance, a huge "PICK ME" light-up sign flashes, with standees of the show's sponsors on both sides, and the ground is paved with a red carpet printed with the names of the 101 contestants.

Yang Chaoyue looked up at the impressive dormitory building with bright, sparkling eyes, and couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!" again: "This is even more luxurious than the hotel in our village!"

She turned to look at Zhang Yifan beside her, only to find that he had his head down, his slender fingers tightly gripping the rating sticker with "F" printed on it, his knuckles turning white.

"Fanfan~" Yang Chaoyue nudged her lightly with her elbow, her tone cheerful, "Class F is pretty good too! Look at my Class C, isn't it..."

She seemed to suddenly realize something, her voice abruptly stopping, then she couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile, "Ahem, I meant... that..."

Zhang Yifan slowly raised his head, his cool eyes staring at Yang Chaoyue for two seconds.

Under the moonlight, her already fair face appeared even paler, and even her neck, which was usually held straight, drooped slightly.

"Are you trying to comfort me," Zhang Yifan said in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "or are you showing off?"

"Huh? I didn't!" Yang Chaoyue hurriedly waved her hand, but accidentally made the "C" class badge on her chest jingle.

She quickly covered her mouth, but the corners of her mouth still involuntarily turned up in a smile. "I just... I just feel..."

Zhang Yifan turned his face away, his swan-like neck forming a stubborn curve.

Being comforted by someone who dances awkwardly and sings off-key was more painful for her than being assigned to an F class.

The ship of friendship capsized...

(End of this chapter)