Translator: _Min_
As if anticipating the audience’s curiosity, the camera crew shifted their focus, moving the main screen back to the area with the instruments at the back right of the stage.
The first face to be magnified was Si Fuqing’s.
[This woman is truly beautiful, like a masterpiece of Niwa’s skills gone wild.] [Screenshots, quick! If the main star doesn’t provide, we’ll make do ourselves!]
The camera then moved, inching closer to the drummer’s position.
Si Fuqing, aware of the camera’s location, moved as well.
Her slender fingers continued to pluck the bass strings, but her steps did not stop.
In a brief gap, she raised her other hand, playfully covering the camera, and smiled, “Don’t look at me, look at them, thank you.”
[Damn, Teacher Si is cunning, she blocked the view!]
[There’s something fishy, my guess might not be so bold after all. Why else would she block it?]
[Forget it, if it really is God Su, this episode is going to be legendary!]
[Let’s not kid ourselves, what caliber is Su Yang? Except for Qu Lingyun, he’s the only one invited by Glenn. If he weren’t unwilling, he’d be on the international stage, not in some small talent show.]
[Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Do you really think Su Yang, with his status, would come to accompany trainees in a competition? Even the initiator of the show wouldn’t be at his caliber to deserve his performance]
Su Yang’s past as a street performer and bar singer was well-known, and being younger, he was taken care of by his seniors in the industry.
He was a top example of a stunning reversal of fortune, with a large and loyal fanbase.
Though he had good looks, it was his talent that truly impressed people.
A true ace in the entertainment industry.
The audience’s attention was quickly diverted back to the performance of Xie Yu’s group, captivating everyone’s gaze once more.
The cheers from below the stage grew louder.
Backstage.
The producer, clutching his heart as if on the brink of collapse, exclaimed, ‘My God…
This performance truly blew everyone away!
“Who’s that drummer?” the director asked, unable to hold back. “Why isn’t there any light on him?”
“It might be Teacher Si’s brother,” the producer guessed uncertainly. “I saw Teacher Si bringing her brother earlier. I didn’t expect her brother to be so musically gifted.”
“Probably because he’s an amateur and shy.”
Not everyone wants to enter the entertainment industry.
“The drummer is really good,” the director nodded. “If he wanted to enter the industry, he’d definitely be a future star.”
Si Fuqing personally accompanying on stage was shocking enough for the director, but still somewhat understandable, considering her familiarity with the songs during training.
But this drummer was a different story. How could someone in such a short time play everything so well?
The producer lit a cigarette, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
He could already imagine how the trending searches would explode after this.
The atmosphere on stage continued to soar, but backstage, Lu Yan was increasingly agitated, his features contorted with frustration.
He was determined to find out who dared to play for Xie Yu’s group.
Even though there was no spotlight on the back right, just the instruments’ own light, it couldn’t hide Yu Xihe’s gaze.
He leaned forward, eyes fixed on the stage.
His focus remained solely on one spot.
The girl’s waist was slender and supple to an unbelievable degree.
He watched her play and sing, her eyes sparkling like stars.
Indeed, it was difficult for anyone to divert their gaze from her.
Feng San, curious, asked, “Brother Nine, did you see anything? Who’s the drummer beside Miss Si?”
“Mhmm,” Yu Xihe replied indifferently, “Male, 1.82 meters tall, wearing a mask. Can’t see his features clearly, but judging by the bend of his legs, he has had injuries on his right shin and knee before.” Feng San was speechless.
He shouldn’t have asked Brother Nine.
His focus was completely different from theirs.
“Wow, Uncle Nine, look!” Yu Tang exclaimed, tears welling up in excitement, “Look how amazing Qingqing is! She’s so good at music, is there anything she can’t do?”
Yu Xihe’s tone was mild, betraying no emotion, “Cooking.”
“I don’t believe it!” Yu Tang protested loudly, “Uncle Nine, you must be slandering Qingqing! ”
“Cough, cough…” Feng San coughed lightly, “Miss Yu Tang, it’s true. Last time Miss Si spontaneously decided to cook for Brother Nine, and then… she blew up the kitchen..”