To The Lovely You

   The shouts from the audience were louder and louder, and everyone recognized his stage charm and singing ability from the bottom of their hearts. Even in the hearts of many fans, he has been identified as the favorite candidate for the championship of this competition.

   Several instructors were also very satisfied with his performance, nodding and smiling, expressing their affirmation of him.

   After putting on a pose handsomely, He Chaoran saluted the audience under the stage, and then saluted the mentors.

  Lan Feifei has been standing behind the scenes, watching his every move through the shaking set. This was the first time she helped someone else design a look, so she stared at him from start to finish, like admiring a piece of art she had completed.

   I have to say, this artwork is really pleasing to the eye. With his handsome appearance, unique temperament, and his own strength - tonight he will definitely be able to advance without any suspense!

   However, when her eyes fell on Park Junxi, who was the first to speak, her heart clenched tightly.

  Park Junxi, won't he wear He Chaoran's shoes because of what happened just now? As a man, it shouldn't be such a small belly, right?

   But what she was worried about happened exactly...

  Park Jun-hee's face had a signature smile that fascinated thousands of girls, and a pair of peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly towards the audience under the stage, which caused a burst of screams.

He nodded to He Chaoran, as if to express his affirmation: "In so many competitions, you have left a very deep impression on me. It should be said that you are the most special among all the players. One...you control English songs very well..."

   Having said that, everything seems to be good. But then he changed his words, although the smile on his face remained: "But, this is precisely your shortcoming."

   There was an uproar in the audience, and why did everyone hold their grievances aloofly: "What's wrong, English singing is good, but it's not enough?"

Several other instructors also wanted to help He Chaoran speak, but were interrupted by Park Junxi: "Don't get excited, let me finish first. We are Chinese, and we are in the Chinese market. So, singing in English is good. Bonus points, but... the most important thing is to interpret the Chinese songs first. Looking forward to the next competition, I can hear you bring us a new feeling."

   After he finished speaking, the originally indignant audience fell silent: it seems, there is indeed some truth.

   Then, Park Junxi showed his score for He Chaoran - 7.9 points. This can almost be said to be the lowest score that He Chaoran has obtained since he participated in the competition.

   Several other tutors originally admired He Chaoran, but after being influenced by him, they also gave low scores.

   In the end, He Chaoran went from the most vocal player to the waiting table - losing the chance to successfully advance.

  Lan Feifei stood behind the curtain and looked at him, clutching her skirt tightly. Although he had a smile on his face, the feeling of falling from a height—must be unpleasant!

   If it wasn't to protect her at the time, he wouldn't have offended Park Joon-hee...

   "Thank you to the judges and teachers for your comments, especially Teacher Park's advice..." He Chaoran smiled freely and calmly, as if his mood was not affected at all.

   In the light eyes, there is a sharp gaze, and he glanced in the direction of Park Junxi calmly.

  Park Junxi curled the corner of his lips towards him, in a "what can you do to me" attitude. He Chaoran also hooked the corner of his mouth towards him, with the words "Let's see" written on his face.