Chapter 27 Xiao He! Don't keep us waiting too long!

The stage gradually darkened, and a spotlight shone down. Jin He, dressed in white, stood in the center of the group. Her hair was jet black, her skin was translucent white, her almond-shaped eyes were half-open, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. The feather hair ornaments in her hair swayed with her movements. From afar, she looked so holy and inviolable.

As the music started, Jin He looked at the camera, and a wave of sadness washed over her.

You said the freedom you yearn for most is the ability to wander aimlessly.

Since you chose to let go first, you don't need to stay by my side...

Song Zhiyu excitedly patted Yao Zhang beside her and said incoherently, "Wow, wow, wow, this is exactly the effect I wanted!"

"So beautiful, so beautiful!" Yao Zhang grabbed Song Zhiyu's hand, and the two girls pressed tightly together. "Oh my god, if I do good deeds in this life, can I be born like this in my next life? So beautiful, so beautiful, I can't breathe, help!"

An Yi sat quietly in the mentor's seat, seemingly not giving much of a reaction. No matter how excited the people around him were, his lips were pursed until they turned white.

After Jin He finished singing the first two lines, Fang Xiaoke quickly took over and occupied the center of the stage.

"You said you wanted to run away from me, how could I bear to let you go?"

Can you look me in the eyes again and say you love me?

Even if it's deception.

Fang Xiaoke has a very innocent look. Dressed simply, she looks like a high school student who has been favored by a scumbag, with red eyes.

Because Jin He grabbed him and gave him a long, brainwashing speech before he went on stage: "Your fans don't want you anymore!"

The child was so frightened that he came onto the stage with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Why did they choose such a gentle song?" Song Zhiyu turned to ask An Yi. "They were the first to go on stage, and if they didn't create a buzz, they'll easily suffer later on."

“Their group has a lot of vocals,” An Yi said. “But their choreography is pretty good. I’ve seen the video they just filmed; it’s the kind of dance music that’s both soft and strong.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the song entered its climax. Wen Lian walked forward from the back of the group, smoothly knelt on one knee, slid forward while holding onto the floor, and his shirt was lifted up by a third, revealing his abs.

During the rehearsal, Jin He told him that it was okay to show off his figure to get extra points, but he shouldn't lift his clothes too much. If he showed everything, it would definitely be boring. The most alluring feeling was the kind of "half-hidden face" feeling. Sure enough, Wen Lianlai's sudden action caused a burst of screams from the audience.

"ah!!!"

The chorus was indeed very strenuous, but Wen Lian was able to hit the high notes while singing, and An Yi nodded unconsciously as he watched.

However, Jin He had already started sweating. The song was very physically demanding and required singing live, so he gradually started to feel a bit overwhelmed. But his goal was not to hold the team back, or at least not to affect the overall performance. So, he had to make sure his dance moves were as standard and beautiful as possible while singing live, which was still quite challenging for him at his current level.

After the song, he was soaked to the bone. During the ending pose, he secretly put his hand on Fang Xiaoke, panting heavily with restraint, and his vision blurred.

The screams erupting from the audience constantly pounded his heart. When Fang Xiaoke in front of him stood up, he subtly rubbed his chest, his eyes filled with black flowers.

An Yi, holding the host's cue cards, routinely asked them to say something to garner votes for them. Fang Xiaoke looked at the camera pitifully and said, "Please vote for us, we don't want to be eliminated..."

Sensing that the child was about to cry, An Yi asked him, "Why do you think you'll be eliminated?"

"Because Fang Xiaoke always grinned broadly during rehearsals, Brother Xiaohe would nag him every night before bed, saying that if he dared to laugh even once during the performance, his acting career would be over."

"That's why Fang Xiaoke was so sad when she went on stage today."

The child's expression was both pitiful and adorable, but unfortunately Jin He's vision was blurry in waves, so she couldn't see Fang Xiaoke's face clearly. When An Yi saw that Jin He's gaze was a little unfocused, a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

"Okay, then please take a short break. The results of our public vote will be announced after the next group's performance."

The members bowed to the audience and then left in an orderly line. Jin He felt his legs were weak and every step was a challenge. At the very least, he couldn't fall on the stage, because if he did, he might not be able to get up again, which would have a bad influence.

In his dazed state, he seemed to hear a woman's voice, trembling with sobs, calling out with a mixture of excitement and restraint: "Xiao He!"

As if struck by lightning, Jin He's mind cleared instantly. Squinting through the layers of black mist, he saw a girl holding a DSLR camera standing out somewhat out of place among the yellow and blue light signs for "Fang Xiaoke" and "Wen Lian".

When she saw Jin He looking at her, she cried even harder.

"I've been waiting for you for so long, three years! Three years!" she cried, "I'm just glad you're safe! Don't keep us waiting any longer!"

Jin He felt that the girl looked familiar, but he was too dizzy to remember who she was, so he had no choice but to follow the crowd forward. When he got backstage, Fang Xiaoke was jumping around. The successful performance made him feel great. He turned around and was about to share his joy with Jin He when he saw Jin He leaning against the wall at the corner, half-bent over, with tears streaming down his face.

Fang Xiaoke was taken aback: "What's wrong with you, Brother Xiaohe?"

Jin He raised her hand to wipe away her tears, shook her head and said, "It's nothing."

He just suddenly remembered that the girl who was crying earlier was a fan site admin who had been following him since he debuted at the age of eighteen.