She debuted after having a child with a celestial being.

The students turned to look at the three people from Class A. Some of them started to discuss quietly, while others took their hands out of their pockets and rubbed them together.

The center position, the very center of the theme song's music video.

The location with the most cameras, the highest level of attention, and the first spot everyone sees.

Out of a hundred people, only one can stand there.

After the commotion subsided, Zhang Yixing spoke up: "Zhu Zhengting, you go first."

Zhu Zhengting stood up from his seat, walked to the center of the stage, stood still, and faced the pyramid.

After the song was performed, there was no warning whatsoever.

Zhu Zhengting leaned forward, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and performed a clean and crisp front handspring.

The hem of the pink hoodie drew an arc in the air, her feet landed, her knees bent slightly to cushion the impact, and then she bounced up, followed by a back handspring.

The front handspring connects to the back handspring without any pause in between; the whole person is like a spring that has been launched.

After landing, he used the momentum to do a side handspring, his body spun half a circle in the air, and then he stood up steadily.

After stopping, he immediately did a split.

With his legs spread apart, his entire body pressed against the ground, the sleeves of his pink hoodie brushing against the floor mats.

Someone inside the pyramid gasped.

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.

A trainee sitting in section B gaped open, and the trainee next to him nudged him, saying, "Holy crap, kung fu boy!"

Zhu Zhengting stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his hoodie.

He bowed and turned to walk toward the pyramids.

Zhang Yixing's voice rang out again: "Cai Kunkun."

The intro started, a strong electronic tune, with lyrics and music written and composed by him.

"The little girls in the audience were all cheering for us..."

After the song, it was time for a solo dance.

His body began to move rhythmically, his shoulders swaying to the beat, every joint relaxed.

During the interlude, his body suddenly sank down, his knees bent, and he seemed to be pressed down by some force before bouncing up.

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

The hem of the hoodie was completely lifted up, revealing a section of the waistline underneath.

Land with your knees slightly bent to cushion the impact, then stand up straight.

As the music ended, his movements froze, his right hand making a gesture in front of his chest, a relaxed smile still lingering on his lips.

Cheers erupted once again inside the pyramid.

The cheers were even louder than Zhu Zhengting's earlier.

Some people jumped up from their seats, some raised both hands, and some whistled.

Zhu Zhengting sat in his seat in Class A, staring at the frozen pink figure in the center of the stage for a long time before raising his hand to clap.

Zhang Yixing's voice rang out for the third time: "Xiao He."

Xiao He stood up from seat number 1, wearing a pink hoodie that fell right at the widest part of his shoulders.

He walked down the steps slowly and stood in the center of the stage.

The intro started, but it wasn't electronic music or dance music.

It's a heavier, more robust rhythm, with drumbeats pounding against your chest like a heartbeat.

This is a rock-style dance track with a well-defined arrangement, layering low-frequency bass and high-frequency guitar distortion.

He kept his head down, the hood of his pink hoodie pulled up, covering most of his face.

When the first drumbeat fell, his body moved, and his body separated under the rhythm.

With the shoulders to the left and the hips to the right, the upper and lower body appear to be split into two separate parts.

The angle of separation is so precise it's astonishing; it's completed and frozen in an instant.

"Holy crap..."

The students gasped in surprise.

The singing and dancing continued, and Xiao He's axis from his shoulders to his hips twisted into a clear zigzag line.

The separation is greater than that of regular street dance, and it is closer to the body control techniques in breaking, resulting in a direct and powerful visual effect.

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

In the second eight beats, his body went from being separated to being locked.

The movement suddenly stopped, as if the joints were stuck.

Wrist, elbow, shoulder, knee—every joint is fixed in the exact middle of the beat.

Lock, hold, then release.

The moment of release, the whole person is like a spring being released, the power bursts out from the core, and completes a clean turn.

During the chorus, the music explodes.

Guitar distortion swept in, and the drumbeats accelerated to an almost insane pace.

His movements shifted from a lock to a higher frequency of pops, with every muscle in his chest, arms, and thighs vibrating to the beat.

The popping motion was so large that the fabric of the pink hoodie was shaking along with it.

Sweat flew from his forehead, tracing an arc in the air.

In the bridge section after the chorus, he added a softer wave as a buffer after the climax, before returning to high-intensity pop.

As the music ended and the last drumbeat fell, his movements froze, his right hand pressed against his chest, and his left hand hanging naturally at his side.

His chest heaved beneath the pink sweatshirt, his breathing was heavy, and sweat trickled down his jawline.

The pyramids were silent for a full three seconds.

Then it exploded, and many people stood up.

Some people were screaming, some had both hands raised, and some had clapped their hands until they were red.

Zhu Zhengting, sitting in his seat in Class A, opened his mouth slightly in amazement and clapped his hands above his head.

It wasn't just polite talk; it was the kind of feeling that left you completely stunned after watching it, making you unable to help but applaud.

Cai Kunkun was also clapping, but for the first time, he frowned.

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

The lights came back on, and the spotlight moved away from the three people and focused on Zhang Yixing.

"Please invite the three of you to come up on stage."

Xiao He, Cai Kunkun, and Zhu Zhengting stood up from their seats in Class A, walked down the steps, and went to the center of the stage.

The pink hoodies reflected slightly under the light as the three people stood in a row.

Xiao He is on the left, Cai Kunkun is in the middle, and Zhu Zhengting is on the right.

Sweat still clung to their foreheads, their chests rose and fell slightly, each showing signs of tension and post-performance panting.

"One day of practice brings one day of progress; one day without practice brings ten days of wasted effort. This is what Class A trainees should be like; this is your role model. Let's give another round of applause to these three trainees who cherish every moment and work doubly hard every day."

"Oh……"

Some people started cheering, and everyone clapped enthusiastically.

Some people performed exceptionally well and gained the recognition of their mentors, which made them proud.

After all, PD Zhang had been sullen and dissatisfied for too long since the start of filming. If it weren't for the fact that he was filming a program, he probably would have already lost his temper and quit.

Zhang Yixing looked at the pyramid.

"Trainees in classes B, C, D, and F, now, each of you has a center position sticker in your hand."

His voice paused for a moment.

"Please think carefully, and then please put the center position sticker you have on the person you think is most suitable to stand in the center position."

Inside the pyramid, some people began to stand up.