She debuted after having a child with a celestial being.

The initial stage evaluation begins.

The first group to take the stage consisted of five trainees from a certain entertainment agency, dressed in matching black suits, who danced to a popular song by a South Korean boy band.

The group dance in the chorus was fairly synchronized, but they faltered during the individual performances. The lead singer cracked a note, the rapper was half a beat behind, and one member almost tripped while turning around.

The six mentors remained expressionless throughout.

What Zhang Yixing wrote on the board was clearer than music, the sound of his pen gliding across the paper.

In the end, all five of them received a D.

The second group is a group of three people.

They chose a lyrical song, hoping to impress their mentor with their harmonies.

But the starting pitch was high, and the first high note sounded like a kite with a broken string.

Lee Ronghao took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.

Cheng Xiao did not look up the entire time.

C and D, the three people were assigned to two different levels.

Group 3. Group 4. Group 5.

Trainees have been getting B grades, and occasionally there's a promising A, but overall their performance has been mediocre.

Wang Jiaer changed his sitting position several times in the mentor's seat, Ouyang Jing twirled his pen between his fingers, Zhou Jieqiong whispered something to Cheng Xiao, the two looked at each other, and did not speak.

Zhang Yixing leaned back in his chair, a pen between his fingers, occasionally glancing down to write a few words.

When giving feedback, they didn't say much, just "You weren't well prepared" and "I didn't see any sincerity from you."

After three consecutive groups all received either a D or an F, the atmosphere in the entire pyramid hall plummeted to freezing point.

No one dared to whisper anymore, and no one laughed.

The trainees sitting in the back row secretly wiped the sweat from their palms onto their pants.

A staff member's voice came through the loudspeaker: "Next up, an individual trainee. Cai Kunkun."

The lights in the pyramid's main hall dimmed by one degree.

At the entrance of the passage, a figure walked into the spotlight.

She wore a royal blue velvet coat, her dark brown hair was slightly curly, her bangs covered half of her eyebrows, and her eyeliner was drawn very thinly, slightly upturned from the outer corner of her eyes, like a cat.

The image of an extremely handsome man.

The necklace was silver and shimmered briefly above her collarbone.

Cai Kunkun turned around, faced the mentors' table, and bowed slightly.

Zhang Yixing looked up, leaning back in his chair, his pen motionless. His gaze moved from Cai Kunkun's face to his clothes, then back again.

"Please introduce yourself."

Cai Kunkun straightened up. The light shone down from directly above, making his royal blue coat reflect light slightly.

"Hello, mentors. I am an individual trainee, Cai Kunkun."

Wang Jiaer shifted his position on the mentor's seat. He also noticed what was under the jacket—a black, openwork fishnet that subtly outlined the collarbone and shoulders.

It's not a regular base layer; it's the kind of fishnet inner layer that will catch people's eye.

"Your clothes..." Wang Jiaer stretched out his finger and drew a circle in the air, "They're quite interesting."

Someone inside the pyramid laughed.

Cai Kunkun's lips twitched slightly. He looked down at his clothes and then looked up.

"Yes. It was a gift from a fan, worth a few dozen yuan."

Wang Jiaer laughed first, and Ouyang Jing laughed too, his eyes gleaming under the brim of his hat.

"It looks like it costs 6000 yuan when it only costs a few dozen yuan."

Zhang Yixing finally revealed a complete smile.

Wang Jiaer: "How would you rate yourself?"

Cai Kunkun pulled his coat to both sides.

The light shone down from directly above, passing through the open gap of the royal blue velvet coat and falling on the black fishnet inner layer.

The holes in the fishing net were just the right size to outline the collarbone and shoulders.

Appearing and disappearing intermittently.

There was a white label on the left side of his chest, labeled A.

A moment of silence fell over the entire hall. Then, a suppressed gasp erupted from inside the pyramid.

"Did he stick A on the fishing net?"

"Those who previously rated themselves A all got downgraded when they went on stage."

"He's different. Look at the way he looks at me."

"Okay." Zhang Yixing's smile faded, and he resumed his producer's expression, though the corners of his eyes still curved. "Begin your performance."

The lights in the entire venue dimmed. Only a spotlight remained, shining down from directly above and enveloping him in a white halo.

The intro begins.

Low-frequency electronic sounds pounded in my chest like a heartbeat, while high-frequency synthesizer effects hovered overhead.

Cai Kunkun lowered his head, his bangs covering most of his face.

The first line of the lyrics is in English.

"My baby girl, you already know..."

He pronounced each word's ending sound cleanly, without dragging or wavering, landing steadily on the beat.

He raised his head.

Her bangs were parted to the sides, revealing a pair of eyes with thin eyeliner.

Zhou Jieqiong, who was sitting in the first row, subconsciously leaned back.

"If you call me baby, I will come so fast..."

Cai Kunkun took a step forward.

The soles of my shoes brushed against the rubber floor, and my body leaned slightly forward, as if being pulled by some force.

Raise your right hand, fingers naturally spread, and slowly move it down from your chest.

The fingertips passed over the collarbone, through the inner layer of the fishing net, and over the lower abdomen. As the fingers passed through the fishing net, the mesh slightly deformed, revealing a small patch of skin, before closing again.

It wasn't intentional; it was just the natural rhythm of the body that caused the clothes to move along with it.

This is how rich stage experience showcases one's charm.

"I'm fascinated by your body, baby girl..."

He withdrew his hand, but his gaze remained fixed; the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his eyes were resolute.

It showed a relaxed feeling of knowing that he was in control of the situation.

"I'll take you home and fill the bottles with alcohol..."

The rhythm changed. The drumbeats went from "one beat at a time" to "continuous".

The bass guitar came in, its low frequencies coming up from the soles of my feet, making my trouser legs tremble slightly.

He squatted down, bent his knees, and sank down like a spring that had been pressed down.

The hem of the royal blue coat spread out on the floor, like a flower that had suddenly bloomed.

Then, it bounced up.

My whole body felt like it was being bounced off the floor by some force, my feet left the ground, and I spun around in the air.

The hem of the coat fluttered up, revealing a complete fishnet top underneath, from the collarbone to the waistline.

The chorus is coming.

"I want to get love..."

He pressed his left hand to his chest and stretched his right hand outward.

The fishnet lining was stretched taut by this movement, outlining the contours of the shoulder blades and back muscles.

Interlude, dance solo.

Cai Kunkun's body began to twist.

Start with the shoulders, then the waist, and then the hips.

The movements are not large, but every joint is moving, like waves flowing from the shoulder to the fingertips and back.

Inside the pyramid, some people started to twist and turn.

It wasn't deliberate imitation; the body reacted before the brain did.

A trainee sitting in section B unconsciously swayed his shoulders a couple of times.

Someone next to him shoved him: "Are you crazy?"

After pushing, I started swaying along with it.

Fan Chenchen sat in seat number 10, her mouth slightly open, and rubbed her palm against her knee again.

Justin sat next to him and started swaying along, his shoulders shrugging and his fingers tracing the "down from the chest" motion that Cai Kunkun had just made.

As the last note faded, Cai Kunkun's posture froze.

He turned slightly to the side, his right hand pressed against his chest, and his left hand hanging naturally at his side.

Then he slowly came to a stop, his breathing became rapid, and his chest rose and fell under the fishing net.

The entire pyramid hall was silent for a full three seconds.

Then cheers erupted.

Some people stood up and applauded, some clapped the handrails, and some raised their hands above their heads and waved them frantically.

The trainees sitting in the back row exchanged glances, their eyes conveying the same message: "How can we compete like this?"

Justin is still dancing.

His shoulders were shrugged, his fingers were circling in the air, and he was muttering, "My baby girl, you already know..."

Zhu Zhengting, who was standing next to him, finally couldn't take it anymore and grabbed his shoulder.

Wang Jiaer was the first to speak.

"Wait a minute." He stretched out his hand and gestured in the air. "Do that... that move from the chest down, one more time."

Cai Kunkun was stunned for a moment, then did as instructed.

Starting from the chest, the right hand slowly moves down, past the collarbone, past the inner lining of the fishnet, and past the lower abdomen.

When your fingers pass through the fishing net, the mesh deforms slightly, revealing a small patch of skin, before closing again.

After reading it, Wang Jiaer nodded in praise: "You're very good at it."

The whole place burst into laughter.

As Zhang Yixing and the others' laughter subsided, he leaned back in his chair, twirling the pen between his fingers.

I watched your performance.

His voice wasn't loud, but the entire pyramid hall fell silent.

"It's very complete. The dance, the singing, the rap—every part is on point. But that's not the most important thing."

He paused.

"Most importantly, you're enjoying this stage."

Zhang Yixing tapped his finger on the table.

"When many trainees go on stage, I see fear in their eyes. But not you. On stage, you're playing. You're enjoying yourself."

He leaned back in his chair.

"This is the balance I've been talking about. Not the balance of movements, but the balance of mindset. You're comfortable on stage."

Zhang Yixing looked down at the records on the board, then looked up.

"Your grade is A."

Cai Kunkun bowed and turned to walk towards the pyramid.

Inside the pyramid, whispers rose like a tide.

"The first Ace has been awarded in the entire competition."

"Cai Kunkun. Individual trainee."

"I can't learn that solo from just now."

"I can't even twist properly."

Cai Kunkun did not hear any of this.

Or rather, they heard it, but showed no expression.

He walked up step by step, passing through area C and then area B.

It stopped at the entrance of Area A for less than a second, and then continued upwards.

Finally, I sat down in seat number 4.

He leaned back in his chair, the hem of his royal blue coat dangling on either side of the seat.

His bangs were soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead, but he didn't brush them aside, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

Only Xiao He, who was sitting in seat number 1, felt the gaze that Cai Kunkun cast at him before he sat down.

Xiao He sneered and remained silent.

Are you declaring war, little brother?