She debuted after having a child with a celestial being.

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.

The lights suddenly went out.

The light in the entire pyramid hall changed from white to deep blue.

The lighting in the seating area was turned down to the lowest setting, leaving only blue light strips along the edges of each level, outlining the silhouettes of 100 people as silent figures.

The giant screen in front of the stage lit up, and white beams of light shot out from both sides of the screen, converging at the top of the pyramid to form a rotating halo.

A deep, heavy bass came from the speakers, and the drumbeats sounded like a heart pounding.

Someone walked out of the passageway; they weren't trainees.

The stage lights came on.

A spotlight shone down and fell on the first person.

A black suit, a white shirt, and hair neatly combed, revealing a well-defined face.

He walked slowly, and the spotlight followed him to the center of the stage before stopping.

He turned around, facing the pyramid, slightly raised his head, and scanned from the bottom to the top before looking away.

"Hello everyone, trainees. I am Zhang Yixing, the representative of the national producers."

Cheers erupted inside the pyramid.

Some people stood up and applauded, some shouted "PD is great!", and some leaned forward desperately.

Zhang Yixing didn't laugh; he waited for the cheers to subside before continuing.

"Starting today, you will be spending four months here."

His voice was strong and clear, each word resounding throughout the hall.

"Four months later, only nine people will be able to walk out of here."

The pyramid fell silent; 100 people, 100 faces, all stared at him.

"During these four months, every performance, every practice, and every choice you make will be recorded, watched, and judged. Every move you make will determine how far you can go."

He paused.

"Welcome to Idol Producer."

The second spotlight fell and shone on another person.

Wearing a black leather jacket, dark gray jeans, and slightly curly hair, he had a half-smile on his face.

He walked over and stood next to Zhang Yixing.

"I am music mentor, Lee Yong-ho."

His voice was lower than Zhang Yixing's, with a faint hoarseness.

"I will listen to every single one of your performances from now on. If you sing well, I will tell you why. If you don't sing well, I will also tell you why."

He paused.

"I don't swear. But you should listen carefully and remember what I say."

The third spotlight fell, illuminating a figure with light brown hair.

A loose white T-shirt, black ripped jeans, and a silver necklace that glittered under the light.

He practically skipped to the center of the stage, his steps as light as if he had springs in his feet.

"I'm your rap mentor, Wang Jiaer!"

His voice was more than a decibel louder than the previous two, carrying a very infectious enthusiasm.

His shout eased the atmosphere inside the pyramid somewhat, and some people laughed.

"I'm telling you, there are no right answers in music." Wang Jiaer pointed his finger toward the pyramids. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of making mistakes. Fear is the biggest mistake."

He stepped back, giving his place to the fourth person.

MC Jin was wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pulled low, covering most of his face.

He walked to the center of the stage, raised his head, and revealed a face that everyone in the rap scene knew.

"I am your rap mentor, MC Jin."

Cheers erupted once again from inside the pyramid. This time, they were louder than ever before.

Cheng Xiao and Zhou Jieqiong were the last to appear.

Cheng Xiao wore a white cropped sweatshirt that revealed her waistline, and her hair was dyed dark brown and tied into a high ponytail at the back of her head.

Zhou Jieqiong wore a black dress, her long hair flowing down her shoulders, and her features were so exquisite that she looked like she had stepped out of a comic book.

The two dance instructors walked side by side to the center of the stage.

"I am Cheng Xiao, a dance instructor."

"I am Zhou Jieqiong, a dance instructor."

The six mentors stood in a row in the center of the stage.

Zhang Yixing stood in the center, with Li Ronghao and Ouyang Jing on his left and Wang Jiaer, Cheng Xiao, and Zhou Jieqiong on his right.

The spotlight shifted away from the six people and refocused on Zhang Yixing.

"Now, I will announce the rules for the initial stage rankings."

Zhang Yixing's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"You will be divided into groups according to your agency and perform on stage in turn. Each group's performance will last one to two minutes. After the performance, the six mentors will give you a comprehensive evaluation based on your singing, dancing, rapping, and stage presence."

He paused.

"The grades are divided into A, B, C, D, and F. Class A will only select nine people. Class F means you are not ready yet."

Someone inside the pyramid gasped. Out of 100 people, only 9 would be selected from Class A; it was impossible to find even one out of ten.

"After the ranking assessment, Class A trainees will receive the center position on the theme song stage. Class B will be in the second row, and so on. Class F..."

Zhang Yixing's gaze swept from the bottom to the top of the pyramid.

"Class F cannot go on stage."

The lobby was so quiet that only the static from the stereo could be heard.

Class F is not allowed to go on stage; they don't even have the right to stand on the edge of the stage, nor do they have the chance to be seen by the audience.

"Initial stage evaluation, now begins."

As Zhang Yixing finished speaking...

The stage lights changed from blue to a fiery white.

The giant screen displayed the company names and lists of the first group of trainees.

The opening music, with its strong rhythm, blared from the speakers, the drumbeats so dense they sounded like a downpour hitting a sheet of metal.

Sister Sisi, you wait.

Once I leave here, I'll become a top star.

To become a top star who surpasses Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo in the future.

I'll get you all the top luxury brands, no matter what.

Forget about movie box office records, TV queens, and movie queens; my brother and I will also be the grand finale.

If you want to ski then, you can have the whole place to yourself.

I want to go to the tree flower festival and book the whole place.

Go wherever you want, we'll have the whole place to ourselves.

On stage, the first group of trainees is making their entrance.

Zhang Yixing leaned against the mentor's seat, twirling the pen between his fingers, his gaze calm, serious, and strict.

A war of 100 people has begun.