The news that the team for "Listen to What I Have to Say" had been formed reached the production team within ten minutes.

In the conference room, the scene in the practice room corridor was repeatedly played on the monitor screen.

Xiao He and Cai Xukun were voted out of their respective practice rooms and stood at opposite ends of the corridor. Then, they both asked at the same time, "Team up?"

Off-screen, several producers looked at each other in bewilderment.

The group list in the competition organizer's hand was crumpled in his hand; he had already mentally gone through the worst-case scenario.

Both of them were voted out of their original teams and added to a new team.

The team's popularity with the audience has begun to slip out of the show's control.

"The group that Cai Xukun is in already has a high level of audience appeal."

Someone spoke, their voice growing softer and softer.

"Add Xiao He as well. Both of them are independent trainees who were voted out by their teammates. Just the way they entered the show will surely cause a flood of comments after the broadcast."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

The director looked at the screen without saying a word.

Xiao He is always number one in the inside game; his singing, dancing, and rapping skills are unparalleled.

In the top 60 to 35 round, he led the weakest team to perform the most stable synchronized dance, and even with his in-ear monitors torn off on stage, he still completed the performance.

This person is unbreakable.

Cai Xukun is leading by a wide margin in online voting; the four million-vote gap renders all the data models in the program's backend useless. This guy is unstoppable.

These two people are now teaming up.

The planner flipped through the list of Lehua Seven, pointed at the paper, and looked up at the director.

The director put out his cigarette.

"The Seven Sons of Pailehua accept the challenge."

The first stage performance of the Lehua Seven has been officially recorded.

Before the lights went out, the roar from the audience was already uncontrollable.

After training, the Lehua Seven merged for the first time.

When Zhu Zhengting, Fan Chenchen, Justin, Ding Zeren, Bi Wenjun, Li Quanzhe, and Huang Xinchun walked in from the passageway, the spotlight hadn't even hit them yet, but the live chat was already flooding the screen.

"Lehua is here"

"A foul of good looks"

"Team spirit exploded"

"This group doesn't need to say a word at all."

The seven people wore short white jackets, black T-shirts underneath, dark gray skinny jeans, and military boots.

Before they even opened their mouths, just by standing in a row in the center of the stage, the live chat was flooded with comments like, "Just standing here is already a win."

The music started playing, UNIQ's "EOEO".

Low-frequency electronic sounds surged up from under the floor, and the drumbeats were so dense they sounded like a downpour hitting a sheet of metal.

Zhu Zhengting was the first to rush out from the middle of the group, performing a front handspring followed by a back handspring, the hem of his white jacket drawing two arcs in the air before landing steadily on his feet, his knees slightly bent to cushion the impact, and then he bounced up and directly entered the group dance.

The seven-person knife dance unfolded, with movements so synchronized and powerful that they were a level above the previous groups.

Twelve years of Chinese dance training have transformed into a body that knows exactly how to move, giving each movement an extra layer of charm compared to others.

Ding Zeren and Justin formed a dual core on the left and right, respectively, and their sense of structure and control were particularly prominent in the synchronized dance.

Fan Chenchen stood on the far left, a small section of a silver necklace peeking out from the neckline of her black T-shirt. Her gaze remained fixed on Zhu Zhengting's shoulder, showing no sign of relaxation.

During the solo segment, Zhang Yixing pointed at Ding Zeren.

Ding Zeren took a few steps forward and stopped, and the lights dimmed.

The opening is a breaking routine, with a one-handed handstand and spin, followed by popping upon landing. Muscle vibrations travel from the arms to the chest, and each joint is locked precisely in the middle of the beat.

Zhang Yixing's expression changed from scrutiny to a satisfied smile. He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Wow! That's amazing!

He waited a moment until the applause subsided.

"There's really been a big difference between then and now. The balance in dance, the balance I've always emphasized to you, has improved. The practice methods I told you before are much better than before."

Lee Yong-ho pushed up his glasses and glanced at Jang Yi-heung. Jang PD rarely talked so much to someone during the initial evaluation.

Fan Chenchen's solo performance followed closely behind.

Wang Jiaer took the initiative to cue him to come out and show off his rap skills. He took a few steps forward, and the spotlight narrowed.

Then he opened his mouth.

He pronounced the first word with sharp precision, and his flow wasn't an imitation of the original song's tone; it was the full release of the suppressed feelings he had as a "brother with a halo" that he wrote himself.

Every word was spoken steadily on the beat, without a tremor or a pause.

As he finished singing, he bowed, a youthful determination in his eyes.

In the eyes of the seventeen-year-old boy, the figure who would forget his lyrics on his first stage performance is no longer there.

Next up was Zhu Zhengting's solo, a fusion of modern and street dance. Every joint extension reflected the foundation of twelve years of training. His back handspring followed by a split was another showstopper, shaking the entire stage when he landed.

Justin's solo performance, the fifteen-year-old boy from Wenzhou, his sequined jacket shimmering like a galaxy under the spotlight, his control and performance were a step above his fellow trainees.

Bi Wenjun revealed his voice from behind the microphone, clear and bright, his high notes as steady as a rock.

Li Quanzhe's movements were crisp and clean, showcasing his full dance energy. Huang Xinchun didn't miss a beat once from beginning to end, standing on the very edge, yet he followed every movement perfectly.

As her juniors performed synchronized dance moves and delivered powerful raps, Cheng Xiao wore a proud and satisfied smile on the judges' panel.

She is UNIQ's junior sister and also the senior sister of Lehua Seven. She knows this dance very well, and the junior brothers danced it in their own unique way.

The group dance ended.

Zhang Yixing leaned back in his chair, twirled his pen, and gave the most crucial evaluation of the entire performance.

"The overall feeling is great." He paused for a moment, "but the problem is that you're spaced too far apart. When dancing as a group, you must not space yourselves too far apart. Because if you're too far apart, all those weaknesses or mistakes you're trying to hide will be magnified."

His standards for Lehua Seven were set from the very beginning based on the level required to form a group.

In a private interview, Cheng Xiao put away her senior's smile and spoke seriously.

"I hope they continue to do their best in the upcoming matches, after all, they represent Lehua."

When she said this, there was expectation in her eyes, as well as the kind of solemnity that only a senior sister would have, saying "Don't embarrass me."

After the second episode aired, the trending topics exploded on the same night it went live.

"Zhu Zhengting's front handspring"

"Ding Zeren Balance"

"The Spirit of the Seven Sons of Yuehua"

Several related terms surged into the top of the trending searches.

On Bilibili, Zhu Zhengting's reaction video was repeatedly replayed with his front handspring followed by a back handspring, and the comments were full of "Holy crap, are those legs made of springs?"

Fans have extracted clips of Zhu Zhengting's performance in "EOEO", saying that "with 12 years of dance experience, EOEO is very eye-catching, and with his androgynous looks, he can be said to be an instant fan."

Ding Zeren's solo video was flooded with comments in the dance section saying "The master of balance has arrived."

Zhang Yixing's comment to him, "You've really changed a lot since then," was screenshotted by netizens and captioned, "There are no more than three trainees in the entire first stage who can make the PD say, 'Wow, this is amazing.'"

The screenshot of all seven members of Lehua Seven choosing "B" for their self-introductions was shared and discussed, with some writing long reviews analyzing that "Lehua's team spirit is ingrained in their bones from their self-introductions."

On Douban, in a discussion thread about the Lehua Seven, someone wrote: "The Lehua Seven are seven kids who made me feel their team spirit explode. President Bi is unassuming and calm. Ding Zeren's dancing is really good. The little hamster is cute. When they were in Class F, he made the classmates dance. I thought Chengcheng would just be someone with a halo but not much ability, but after watching this show, my opinion has really changed. Justin is fifteen years old and still has the innocence of a child. He is exactly my pick. He is very handsome and treats everyone sincerely."

The comments about Lehua Seven on Zhihu are equally enthusiastic.

"This group is really addictive; if you start following one, you'll be hooked on the whole group."

One person summarized their impression of "EOEO" like this: "The song is pretty good, everyone's outfits are pretty good, their individual dances are pretty good, and everyone is pretty good-looking."

That's not exactly polite, but if you can make people remember you on your first stage, these four points are enough.

That night, "Fan Chenchen rap" and "Fan Chenchen solo" remained on the trending search list all night.

Fan Chenchen, who hadn't forgotten her lines, held the microphone and poured out her life story word by word.

The comments section was surprisingly unified, with almost no sharp sarcasm.

One highly-rated comment reads, "This isn't some rich kid relying on his sister; this is a trainee with real talent."

The production team burst out laughing. With this, which group could possibly beat them?

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