She debuted after having a child with a celestial being.

Cheers erupted once again inside the pyramid.

Lee Ronghao said, "Your voice is very distinctive. It's not that your technique is particularly good, it's that it makes you want to keep listening."

Wang Jiaer stood up abruptly, extended his right index finger and drew an arc in the air: "Your song will be a hit."

Ouyang Jing's eyes lit up under the brim of his hat, and he only said two words: "Impressive."

Zhang Yixing and the other instructors quieted down, looked down at the whiteboard, and then looked up.

"Your grade...A."

Xiao He bowed to the mentors' seats and turned to walk off the stage.

As he walked through the aisle, he saw Cai Xukun leaning against seat number 4, and their eyes met.

Cai Xukun's lips twitched slightly, barely, but Xiao He noticed it.

This is the alert look in someone facing a formidable opponent.

"Next up, Fan Chenchen from Lehua Entertainment."

A suppressed commotion arose again inside the pyramid.

Fan Chenchen was wearing a black hoodie with the brim pulled low. He walked slowly with his hands in his hoodie pockets, as if he wasn't used to being watched by so many people at the same time.

On the mentor's seat, Cheng Xiao smiled slightly, the kind of smile a senior sister gives to her junior brother, a smile tinged with expectation.

Zhang Yixing spoke up.

"Fan Chenchen, perform a solo rap."

Fan Chenchen paused for a moment, then took half a step forward. The lights dimmed, enveloping him in a halo of light.

The other team members retreated to the edge of the stage. Zhu Zhengting glanced at him, and Justin's lips moved slightly.

He opened his mouth, but after only a few words, his voice stopped.

His lips were moving, but no sound came out; he had forgotten his lines.

Fan Chenchen tried to start over.

Wang Jiaer reached out from the mentor's seat, clapping along to help him keep the beat, and softly chanting the rhythm, trying to pull him back.

Fan Chenchen took over, but only sang half a line before stopping.

This time he covered his face and lowered the microphone.

Cheng Xiao's smile gradually faded. She leaned back in her chair, her lips pressed into a thin line, and the expectant light in her eyes dimmed.

Wang Jiaer withdrew his hand from clapping, leaned back in his chair, and remained silent.

Zhang Yixing's pen paused in mid-air before he put it down.

The silence lasted for about ten seconds.

"I..." Fan's deep voice escaped from between his fingers, "I'm a little nervous."

Cheng Xiao finally spoke up: "Another possibility is that you haven't practiced enough."

Fan Chenchen's fingers slid down his face and hung at his sides; he did not refute.

"Opportunities like this only come once in a lifetime." Cheng Xiao's voice held no anger, only disappointment. "We should have been fully prepared."

Zhang Yixing looked down and wrote something on the board, then looked up.

"Your level...D."

Fan Chenchen bowed deeply and turned to walk off the stage.

His steps were slower than when he went on stage. The backstage door closed behind him, and then the sound of crying came out.

Fan Chenchen completely broke down and cried, her shoulders pressed against the wall, and she squatted down, the hood of her hoodie slipping off her head, revealing a seventeen-year-old face.

"I messed up." His voice was broken, as if something was stuck in his throat. "I messed up the very first show."

Lehua's other trainees gathered around.

Zhu Zhengting squatted down next to him, one hand on his shoulder, without saying a word.

Justin leaned against the wall, trying to comfort her.

Xiao He sat in seat number 1, looking at the seventeen-year-old boy squatting on the ground crying backstage, and suddenly remembered something.

In the previous life, after the broadcast of "Idol Producer", Fan Chenchen's scene of forgetting her lines and crying quickly topped the trending search list.

Netizens are divided into two camps: some say he is "too unprofessional," while others say he is "under too much pressure as Fan Meimei's brother."

Fan Meimei posted a message on Weibo: "It's okay! You can always plant more vegetables if they're stolen, right? Keep going!"

When all the initial stage evaluations were finished, it was already 2 a.m.

One hundred trainees were reassigned according to their new rankings.

The nine students from Class A sat on the top floor. Xiao He's seat number 1 was at the very top, followed by Cai Xukun, Zhu Zhengting, Justin, Chen Linong, Wang Ziyi, Ding Zeren, Lin Chaoze, and another trainee who received an A.

Class B sat on the second floor, Class C on the third floor, and Class D and Class F squeezed onto the bottom floor.

Fan Chenchen sat in the far end of Class D, his eyes still red, and he pulled his hoodie up again, covering most of his face.

Zhang Yixing stood up from the mentors' seat and walked to the center of the stage.

"The initial stage evaluation is over. But this is not the final result."

He paused.

"From now on, you have three days to learn the song and dance of the theme song 'Ei Ei'. After three days, your grades will be reassessed based on your performance."

Someone inside the pyramid gasped.

Three days, a brand new song, a brand new dance.

Students in Class A need to practice the theme song to the point where they can perform on stage, while students in Class F need to start from scratch and return to the evaluation stage three days later to try and get a chance to perform.

After the commotion subsided, Zhang Yixing and the others scanned the pyramid from bottom to top.

"Every practice session you have had over these three days will be recorded. We'll be watching everyone's attitude. The harder you work, the luckier you get."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked back to the mentor's seat.

Xiao He imagined that the next three days would be like this: one hundred people, divided into five levels, each locked in a practice room, studying and practicing desperately.

The students in Class A are racing against time to maintain their ranking, the students in Class B are striving to advance to Class A, and the students in Classes D and F are trying to avoid being eliminated.

The dance was performed over and over again, and the lyrics were memorized over and over again.

He guessed half right.

The next afternoon, Xiao He came out of Class A's practice room and walked through the corridor to the restroom.

As he passed the F class practice room, the door was half open, and the sounds coming from inside made him stop.

It wasn't music, it was snoring.

He glanced into the room through the door.

On the floor of Class F, five or six people were lying haphazardly. Some were using their coats as pillows, while others were lying directly on the bare floor mats, their mouths slightly open, fast asleep.

Two people were squatting in the corner, heads down, scrolling through their phones.

The lyrics were written on the mirror in the practice room with a marker, but the writing stopped halfway through, with the radical of the last character still hanging there, like an unfinished sentence.

In the practice room next door, Class D, the speakers were on, but only three or four people were dancing along.

The remaining people leaned against the mirror and chatted. Some were twirling water bottles in their hands, some were sitting on the floor playing with their fingers, and some were staring blankly at the ceiling.

Xiao He stood in the corridor, watching these scenes through the crack in the door.

He suddenly realized a problem.

How many of these people, like myself, truly fought their way up from the initial auditions?

How many of them were directly recommended by the company?

Zhang Yixing pushed open the door to the F class practice room.

The doorknob slammed against the wall with a dull thud.

Everyone in Class F froze. The person lying on the floor jumped up, and the person in the corner who was scrolling on their phone stuffed it into their pocket.

Zhang Yixing stood at the door, his gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone present.

He didn't speak immediately; the silence lasted for about ten seconds.

"You can't even remember the lyrics? What are you doing here?"

No one in Class F dared to make a sound.

"If they're all rapping, don't they need to sing?"

His voice rose, and his gaze fell on the trainee in the corner, who lowered his head.

"Three days. Three days to memorize the lyrics of a song?"

He took a step forward, and the students in Class F instinctively took a half step back.

"Do you know how difficult it is for us to score when each instructor knows that Class F can't go on stage?"

"We cannot put unprepared people on the stage."

The practice room for Class F quieted down.

Zhang Yixing stared at them for a long time, then he turned around and walked out of the F class practice room.

Xiao He stood in the corridor, watching this scene. He recalled the lyrics from "Wild Wolf Disco": "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."