Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

The expressions of the contestants in Classes A and B are much more intriguing.

Gu Zhoubai slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, Zhou Le smiled innocently and adorably, Qin Yushan's face was icy and indifferent, Ling Wushuang still had that gentle look, and Kong Sui twisted his neck and clicked his tongue softly...

They all made their team selections.

Some chose to play with friends, some chose songs they were good at, and some wanted to try out new teammates to create new chemistry.

The camera slowly pans to Class B.

Ding Xuzhe and Yu Shen went to "Painted Pavilion West Side" hand in hand. Before leaving, Xu Yanqing asked Xie Xingyan, "Do you have a team you want to join?"

Xu Yanqing is a dancer.

However, with two aces, Gu Zhoubai and Xie Xingyan, ahead of her in the show, and Ling Wushuang, whose dance skills have improved by leaps and bounds in just two months, Xu Yanqing doesn't have much room to perform.

His only distinctive feature was probably his long hair.

He has studied classical dance and traditional Chinese dance since elementary school, and he believes that the third round will be his chance to turn the tide, so he naturally wants to find an excellent ally.

Xie Xingyan was in the same class as him. She was good at singing and dancing and was also very good-looking. He originally wanted to invite Xie Xingyan to join him.

Xie Xingyan glanced at Xu Yanqing, shook her head and said, "You choose, I want to go to the original works group."

Xu Yanqing was shocked, but now it was his turn to choose, so he could only come to Kong Suizai's "Not Too Late" group with a face full of shock.

Kong Sui and he are both artists under Yinlang Media. One is a rapper and the other is a dancer, so their roles do not conflict.

However, the company sent too many people, including Zhao Zeyang, who was also a colleague of the company. Judging from the attitude of the higher-ups, they probably wanted to promote Zhao Zeyang.

As two people who were "semi-abandoned" and "just there to make up the numbers," Xu Yanqing and Kong Sui gradually grew closer.

Upon seeing his expression, Kong Sui smirked wickedly, "Oh, what's wrong with Princess Qingqing?"

Because of Xu Yanqing's distinctive long hair, she was once mistaken for a girl, and gradually she gained the nickname "Princess Qingqing".

Xu Yanqing: "Xie Xingyan said he's going to join the original works group."

Kong Sui: "???"

He didn't speak, and Xu Yanqing didn't speak either.

After a long pause, Kong Sui stroked his chin and slowly spoke, "Has he been infected by Jiangxi Heng and started to give up on himself?"

The previously empty Original Group B was suddenly joined by an unexpected person, a contestant who was supposed to be the next to choose a song, stammering, "Xie Xingyan, could he have come to the wrong place?"

Why would he go to the original content group?

For such an all-around ACE, he can make the most of his strengths in any of the three groups. Going to the original song group would be suicide!

Moreover, the opponents of Original Group B are Original Group A! The team of Yang Tianhang, who came in first place in the second public performance!

Does he even know what he's doing?!

Gu Zhoubai pushed through the crowd and walked to the front, his brows furrowed deeply. He couldn't understand why his formidable rival would...

"Heh." Laughter from her friend Ling Wushuang came from the side.

Gu Zhoubai felt his brain starting to itch again. He scratched his head and asked, "Wu Shuang, what do you think Xie Xingyan is thinking?"

Ling Wushuang crossed her arms and watched as the contestants all avoided the original Group B and headed towards that seemingly bright option.

A smile curved at the corner of his mouth: "Perhaps he wants to put himself in a do-or-die situation and then survive."

Gu Zhoubai looked completely bewildered: "A death trap? Xie Xingyan's ranking shouldn't be high enough to eliminate him, right?"

"Number 39th, Fang Weiyang's song selection..."

The boy, clenching his fists and pursing his lips, walked towards the original B group, determined to either leave the camp or be eliminated.

Someone else advised, "Fang Weiyang, there are still spots available in Group A."

Fang Weiyang did not listen.

"40th place, Chi Ziyou's song selection..."

Chi Ziyou walked towards the original B group with a big smile, and the rest of the group breathed a sigh of relief, praying that the spot in the A group would be reserved for them.

41st place... 42th place... 43th place...

No. 44!

The scene was clearly divided, with a white line separating Jiangxi Heng from everyone else. In front of him was a group of young people with energetic faces, full of vitality, and even one could say they were brimming with youthful ambition.

He couldn't help but think of himself.

My past self, my true 18-year-old self, my self who had just entered the industry and went to the United States.

At the prime of his life, he lived in a foreign country, subsisting on winter melon and radish for three months, enduring beatings as a stunt double for half a year, and saving money dollar by dollar to buy a small home of less than 50 square meters.

Countless teachers who have taught him martial arts or acting say that he is a typical Sino-French mixed-race man, possessing the aloofness and introversion of an Eastern man and the gentlemanly elegance of a French man.

Jiangxi Heng smiled, taking it as a compliment to his composure.

He rarely has moments of madness, nor does he make choices that are ultimately pointless.

Before the system arrived, he was willing to agree to a romantic relationship with Xie Xingyan in order to turn his life around; after the system arrived, even though he already had a way out, he still kept his promise and did not propose to terminate the agreement.

Why?

Jiangxi Heng chuckled, perhaps because he was a man of his word, or perhaps because he wanted to see someone with similar ambition, like himself, win a bad hand.

He crossed the white line and walked forward.

All the teams were packed together, leaving only one empty spot for him.

This empty seat was originally his.

Chi Ziyou waved his hands wildly above his head, pulling Fang Weiyang's hand along with him. Xie Xingyan stood in front of them, standing very straight. Compared to a few days ago, his bubble-like temperament seemed to have solidified. He looked at Jiangxi Heng with calm and composed demeanor, his eyes filled with the words "do or die".

Jiangxi Heng recalled asking him at noon, "Even though I can write this song, it doesn't mean I can sing it, you understand?"

Xie Xingyan nodded: "I understand. I'll sing this song, and you'll act it out."

—I'll act it out and you can sing.

Not long ago, Jiangxi Heng said something similar to Xie Xingyan.

But now it's been said differently.

Xie Xingyan is demonstrating to Jiangxi Heng something through her actions: not only can you make up for my shortcomings on stage, but I can also make up for your shortcomings on stage.

This level of awareness... this guy is practically born to be in a boy band.

Jiangxi Heng picked up the plaque representing Original Group B and placed it in Xie Xingyan's hand.

Xie Xingyan's expression froze.

The rules state that whoever holds this is the team captain.

He looked at the three of them: "...Let's discuss it in the practice room later."

Chi Ziyou had no objection to Xie Xingyan being the team leader: "Hey, you're the strongest of the four of us, so you should definitely be the team leader."

Fang Weiyang nodded: "And the fact that you're ranked the highest means you have the most fans among us."

Speaking of fans, Xie Xingyan thought of Jiangxi Heng, who had been in the industry much longer than himself, and his many long-time fans…

A deep, resonant voice sounded in his ear: "Captain, please guide me for the next 14 days."

Xie Xingyan stared blankly at Jiangxi Heng for a moment, then nodded nervously.

Suddenly I realized something: Jiangxi Heng's voice change was truly perfect.

It has a bright high range, a deep low range, and a rich mid range, making it perfect for singing.

Unfortunately, he had a cow hidden in his throat.