She debuted after having a child with a celestial being.

Ignoring the whispers, the staff continued, "After you've pasted the stickers, enter the pyramid hall and freely choose a seat from the 100 available. The seat numbers range from 1 to 100, with number 1 at the very top and number 100 at the very bottom. Sit wherever you feel you deserve to sit."

A trainee with silver-gray hair gasped, "Choose the number one spot directly? Who would dare?"

"Wang Ziyi chose second place."

Someone said something that immediately caused an uproar in the dressing room.

"Really? He rated himself an A?"

"Are you crazy? Second place!"

"Can't someone have confidence?"

The staff member patted the folder in their hand: "Quiet. After you've chosen your seats, the mentors will take the stage one by one. National Producer Representative Zhang Yixing, Music Mentor Li Ronghao, Rap Mentors Wang Jiaer and MC Jin, Dance Mentors Cheng Xiao and Zhou Jieqiong. After the mentors take the stage, you will be grouped according to your agency for your first stage performance, one to two minutes per group. The mentors will then re-evaluate your performances; this will determine your true ranking."

The door was pushed open, and another staff member poked his head in: "First batch, enter."

The passage is very long.

There are gray soundproof walls on both sides, and dark gray floor mats underfoot.

A blinding white light shone from the end of the passageway, and the faint sound of the stage's speakers drifted over, the low frequencies vibrating so intensely they made my chest tingle slightly.

Xiao He walked in the middle of the group.

A self-rating label was pasted on the left side of his shirt; he chose A. Lacking any kingly aura, what was he doing here? Just trying to get kills?

Ahead of them was a short-haired boy who suddenly turned around and grinned at Xiao He.

With a set of white teeth and eyes curved into crescents, he looked like a golden retriever that had just taken a bath.

"Hello, my name is Chen Linong."

"Xiao He".

"Are you nervous?" Chen Linong's voice had a distinct Taiwanese accent and was soft.

"good."

"I'm super nervous." Chen Linong patted his chest. "My heart is beating so fast, feel it."

Xiao He didn't touch him, but Chen Linong's demeanor certainly didn't seem fake; his fingers were trembling slightly, and his lips were shaking when he smiled.

The white light at the end of the passage was getting closer and closer, and the low frequencies of the speakers were getting heavier and heavier.

then.

They entered the pyramid's main hall.

Xiao He's first reaction was to look up.

The ceiling was so high that the light shining down from it became soft.

Directly in front is a huge pyramid-shaped seating area with 100 seats stacked from the ground to almost the height of the ceiling.

The number 1 seat at the very top is almost suspended in mid-air. The back of the chair is black and the seat cushion is dark gray. Under the white light, it looks like a silent throne.

Starting from seat number 1, the number of seats increases layer by layer, until the bottom layer covers the entire wall behind the stage.

Each floor has its own independent lighting track; the higher you go, the more concentrated the light becomes, and the lower you go, the more diffused the light becomes.

Like some silent suggestion, the higher you stand, the more light you receive.

The lower you stand, the easier it is to be forgotten.

On either side of the pyramid are curved screens that are scrolling through official photos of 100 trainees and their respective companies.

Trainees have already started choosing their seats.

Most people lingered in the lower and middle levels, hesitantly trying out seats and then standing up to change positions.

Someone chose seat number 10-15, and as soon as they sat down, their companion pulled them up: "Are you crazy? It's so tall."

Some people went straight to the bottom floor, picked a seat on the side, and let out a long sigh of relief as soon as their butts touched the chair, as if they had accomplished some arduous task.

"Cai Kunkun has entered."

Someone muttered something under their breath.

The lights at the entrance of the passageway outlined a long, slender silhouette.

The royal blue satin jacket shimmered under the light, with a black fishnet top peeking out from underneath.

The entire pyramid hall fell silent for a moment.

Cai Kunkun didn't look at anyone. His gaze swept from the bottom floor to the top floor, lingered on seat number 1 for less than a second, and then looked away.

Finally, he stepped onto the stairs. His sapphire blue figure ascended the stairs, passing through Zone B, then Zone A, and stopped on the second floor, closest to the top.

He chose number 4.

He didn't sit in seat number 1.

But number 4 is the highest floor in area A.

It's not that we don't want to compete, it's that we don't want to compete for the most conspicuous target.

"Individual trainee, Cai Kunkun. Self-assessment grade: A."

The staff's voices came through the loudspeakers, echoing in the empty hall.

"Fan Chenchen!"

Someone shouted, and the entire pyramid hall erupted in commotion once again.

Some people stood up from their seats to look around, some whispered to their companions, and even the trainees sitting high up craned their necks.

A boy wearing a black hoodie walked in through the passageway, his hat pulled low, revealing a small section of his fair chin.

He walked slowly, his hands in his hoodie pockets, as if he wasn't used to being watched by so many people at the same time.

His facial features are about 60-70% similar to Fan Meimei's.

He's Fan Meimei's younger brother; that label has been stuck to him since the day he registered for the exam, and it can't be removed.

Fan Chenchen walked to the self-evaluation area, took a label, and almost without hesitation stuck it on the left side of her shirt: A.

Then he looked up and scanned the pyramids with his eyes.

Everyone was watching him.

He pursed his lips, stepped upstairs, and finally stopped at seat number 10.

"Yuehua Entertainment, Fan Chenchen. Self-rating: A."

Xiao He withdrew his gaze and began to walk uphill.

The steps were wide enough for three or four people to stand on each step, but at this moment everyone consciously walked along the edge, leaving the middle for those who were going up.

Chen Linong walked in from the entrance of the passage.

He walked very slowly, not with the steady gait of Cai Kunkun, as if he was mentally preparing himself for each step.

The smile was still on his face, but his lips were trembling slightly.

He walked to the self-evaluation area, and when he picked up the label, his hand wobbled, and the label almost fell to the ground.

He caught it and then stuck it to the left side of his shirt, F.

The entire pyramid fell silent for a moment.

Then someone whispered, "An F? He gave himself an F?"

Chen Linong didn't hear him. He held the name tag, lowered his head, and walked upstairs, choosing seat number 78.

I felt a huge sense of relief when I sat down, as if I had finally accomplished the most difficult thing in my life.

Xiao He walked in the middle of the group.

He had a self-assessment label on the left side of his shirt, and he chose A.

There's nothing to be modest about. I'm here to crush all these younger guys and drain all the traffic.

The white light at the end of the passage was getting closer and closer, and the low frequencies of the speakers were getting heavier and heavier.

then.

Xiao He glanced at the empty seat number 1.

He didn't linger on the lower or middle floors. He didn't hesitate at the entrance to Section A. He didn't even glance at the other seats.

And so we climbed up step by step.

The hem of the black down jacket fluttered slightly behind her, revealing the Givenchy logo on the white sweatshirt underneath.

Balenciaga's platform sneakers clattered steadily as they stepped onto the stairs.

Passing through area C. Passing through area B. Passing through area A.

Cai Kunkun sat in seat number 4, his gaze following Xiao He's retreating figure as he walked upstairs, his fingers pausing on the armrest.

Fan Chenchen looked up from seat number 10 and rubbed her palm against her knee again.

Chen Linong secretly watched the figure climbing upwards from seat number 78, his mouth slightly agape.

Xiao He reached the top floor.

Seat number 1 was right in front of me, with a black backrest and a dark gray seat. Light shone down from directly above, enveloping the entire chair in a cool white halo.

This is the throne.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao He turned around, faced the entire pyramid hall, and sat down.

The pyramid's main hall was silent for a full three seconds.

Then it exploded.

"Number 1?! He sat in number 1?"

"Who the hell is this? Sitting on the throne?"

"Are you crazy...?"

"I saw him arrive in a Porsche today! A white Cayenne!"

"A Porsche? A trainee drives a Porsche?"

"Individual trainees! Individual trainees listed on the roster!"

"Like Cai Kunkun? An independent trainee?"

"What about Weibo? Does it have any followers? Let's search it!"

Dozens of people simultaneously looked down and pulled out their phones. Their fingers flew across the screens.

"Cannot find it."

"what?"

"No Weibo account. No supertopic. Nothing at all."

"Not a single piece of information?"

"Where did he come from?"

"A trainee who drives a Porsche, has zero followers on Weibo, and sits in seat number 1 right away."

The speaker's voice changed tone.

"That's incredibly arrogant."

"He's really handsome."

"He's not handsome like Cai Kunkun, he's tougher."

"The masculine kind."

"Yes. It's that kind of thing, I can't quite put my finger on it."

Discussions spread like a tide from the bottom to the top.

Some people craned their necks to look at position number 1, some whispered to their companions, and some secretly raised their phones to take a picture in the direction of position number 1.

Cai Kunkun changed his posture in seat number 4. He regretted it a little. Damn it, why didn't he choose the throne?

Now, the focus isn't on me anymore.

Xiao He leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, his gaze fixed straight ahead, his lips devoid of any smile.

Don't be nervous, don't be complacent, and don't look around.

He just sat there.

That position, for example, has always belonged to him.