She debuted after having a child with a celestial being.

Before Xiao He could finish his last word, his body suddenly sank downwards.

Both feet left the ground and spun halfway in the air.

The shirt hem was completely lifted up, revealing a perfect waistline underneath.

"No matter how hot it is, I can't take off my leather coat..."

He reached out and made a gesture of "tucking his coat in".

"Everyone's movements must be synchronized with mine."

His gaze swept from the mentors' seat to the pyramid.

"They're here."

The drumbeat changed at that moment.

The disco beat suddenly speeds up, the bass lines become thicker and denser, like a disco ball in a dance hall starting to spin.

He stepped out with his right foot, shifting his weight to the right.

"On the left, draw a dragon with me..."

He extended his right index finger and drew an arc in the air, cleanly and crisply moving it from the upper left to the lower right.

"Draw a rainbow on your right..."

Extend your left index finger and draw an arc in the opposite direction; the two arcs intersect in the air.

"Come on, to the left, let's draw a rainbow together..."

Lean your body to the left and draw an arc with your right index finger again.

"Draw another dragon on your right..."

Lean your body to the right, and draw an arc in the opposite direction with your left index finger again.

His movements were completely devoid of any fancy gestures, waves, or twists; they were simply drawing in the air with his fingers.

But every fixed point is perfectly timed, and every arc is drawn steadily and precisely.

"Make the shape of Aaron Kwok on your chest..."

He pulled his right hand back, put his index and middle fingers together, and tapped his left chest twice.

"Shake your head to the left and to the right..."

His head swayed from side to side to the beat, his bangs sweeping across his forehead.

"Two index fingers look like two skyrocketing monkeys..."

Extend your index fingers and draw two symmetrical arcs in the air simultaneously.

"Pointing to the shining disco ball..."

Point both index fingers upwards simultaneously. The direction of the fingertips is towards the brightest spotlight overhead.

People started drawing inside the pyramids.

A trainee sitting in section B unconsciously extended his right index finger, drawing an arc in the air.

The trainee next to him nudged him: "Damn, you're even copying this?"

After pushing it, my fingers also started drawing.

It's not just one person, it's a whole group of people.

Like the wind blowing through a wheat field, one infects another.

Fan Chenchen sat in his seat in Class D, his mouth slightly open, thinking to himself: This works?

The hook is here.

"The flower in my heart, I want to take you home..."

His voice suddenly rose in pitch, but his breathing remained steady, without wavering at all.

Like a thread, it was stretched and thinned, but it didn't break.

It's not the kind of breathy, sexy singing style like Cai Kunkun's.

It's more direct, like those people in nightclubs in the 1990s who stood on stage holding microphones, singing regardless of whether they were good or bad.

"In that late-night bar, who cares if it's true or false..."

He closed his eyes.

The spotlight shone on his face, turning his deep sea blue shirt into a deep blue that was almost purple, and the gold-stamped pattern flashed for a moment when he closed his eyes.

"Sway freely, forget about the one you love..."

He opened his eyes and looked straight ahead, not at the instructor's seat, but at something further away.

"You're the most charming one, you know that...?"

The last syllable was drawn out for half a beat before stopping.

He turned to the side, pointing his right ear toward the audience, and drew a half-arc in the air with his left index finger.

This is the blank space after the hook ends, giving the people inside the pyramid time to catch up.

The music kept going. The disco beats didn't stop, the bass lines kept vibrating, and the synthesizer sounds kept swirling overhead.

The second climax.

"Come on, to the left, let's draw a dragon together..."

Xiao He extended his right index finger again, drawing an arc in the air.

This time, he wasn't painting alone.

Inside the pyramid, dozens of right hands stretched out simultaneously, forming dozens of arcs that intersected in the air.

Some people draw big, some draw small, some draw early, some draw late.

But many people are drawing them.

Wang Jiaer, sitting in the mentor's seat, also drew a line with his right index finger.

After finishing the drawing, he looked down at his hands and smiled.

Cheng Xiao and Zhou Jieqiong both covered their mouths at the same time, their shoulders shaking.

"Draw a rainbow on the right..."

Dozens of left hands extend simultaneously, drawing arcs in the opposite direction.

"Come on, to the left, let's draw a rainbow together..."

Right hand. Curve.

"Draw another dragon on your right..."

Left hand. Reverse arc.

"Make the shape of Aaron Kwok on your chest..."

Dozens of right hands simultaneously withdrew and tapped twice on the left chest.

Their movements were synchronized and uniform, as if they had rehearsed.

Xiao He's body was completely opened up by the music.

The shirt hem was completely pulled out of the waistband, and the deep sea blue fabric looked like a flag being blown by the wind in the spotlight.

Chen Linong, sitting in seat number 8, held his right index finger high, drawing with more effort than anyone else.

Justin, standing next to Chen Linong, pointed at Chen Linong's finger and laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, but he was also drawing with his own left hand.

Cai Kunkun leaned back in seat number 4, not drawing along, his brows slightly furrowed.

As the music ended and the last drumbeat fell, Xiao He's movements froze.

He pointed his right index finger at the spotlight above his head, while his left hand hung naturally at his side.

The hem of the deep sea blue shirt was still swaying slightly, then slowly came to a stop.

His breathing was rapid, his chest heaving beneath his shirt, and his eyes were fixed straight ahead.

Sweat slid down his temples, across his jawline, and into the gold-embossed patterns on his collarbone.

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

then.

Blasted.

Someone stood up and applauded.

Someone raised their hand above their head and waved it frantically.

Someone stretched out both hands, haphazardly drawing the same arc in the air, while muttering, "Draw a dragon on the left and a rainbow on the right."

"Holy crap. Hong Kong style. What era are we living in? There's still Hong Kong style?"

"He really dared to do that. He was an individual trainee, rated himself A, sat in the number 1 position, and sang an original song right away."

"What's the song called? 'Wild Wolf Disco'?"

"I haven't heard of it before. But I'd like to listen to it again."

Did you follow along with the drawing just now?

"It's drawn."

"Me too, I can only say that the effect is too good, it's a divine song."

Wang Jiaer was the first to speak.

"Wait a moment."

He stretched out his hand and gestured in the air.

"That one—drawing a dragon—do it again."

Xiao He did as instructed, extending his right index finger and drawing an arc in the air with a clean and crisp motion.

After reading it, Wang Jiaer was silent for a second. Then he also extended his right index finger and drew a line in the air. After finishing, he looked down at his finger, then at Xiao He.

"Did you write this song yourself?"

"Yes."

"What's your name?"

"Wild Wolf Disco"

Wang Jiaer leaned back in his chair and smiled.

"This song might become a hit."

Zhang Yixing 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.

"Your performance was complete. Your dancing, singing, and rapping were all top-notch. But that's not the most important thing."

He paused.

"Most importantly, you've turned this place into your domain."

Zhang Yixing tapped his finger on the table.

"It's not a stage, it's a venue."