Translator: _Min_
The spectacle on stage was captivating, leaving the audience unable to look away.
[Oh my, where did Xie Yu get that costume? It’s dazzling!]
[So beautiful!!!]
[I can now confidently say that this is Lan’s design! A core design! Have you heard of the ‘Right Hand of God’?]
The ‘Right Hand of God’ was not a name but a title.
As Yun Lan’s personal designer who never showed their face, this mysterious figure was affectionately called the ‘Right Hand of God’ by Yun Lan’s fans.
[No way, you’re scaring me!]
[Wait, if the ‘Right Hand of God’ is involved, does that mean Yun Lan is making a comeback?]
[To be honest, you’re all thinking too much. Even if it’s Lan’s design, it wouldn’t be a core one. Do you know what a core design represents? They’re priceless, and Yun Lan wouldn’t lower her standards to design for a talent show.]
“Dong!”
The drumbeat quickened, and the music surged.
Xie Yu’s dance moves accelerated. As the climax approached, he suddenly shed his outer garment, revealing his well-defined abs.
The fans went wild.
[Am I even allowed to see this?]
[This must be a treat from Mentor Si. Thank you, Mentor Si!]
[Those abs! I’m voting just for that!]
Below the stage, Gu Wenzhu exhaled slowly and joined in the applause.
Beautiful, truly beautiful.
He knew Si Fuqing well enough to recognize her choreography at a glance.
“Teacher, don’t those two outfits look familiar?” Qu Lingyun asked, puzzled.
“Are they from our brand?”
Gu Wenzhu turned cold in an instant, “not sure.”
Foolish.
What use was Qu Lingyun as a student to him?
“Oh.” Qu Lingyun nodded, believing him.
Since Gu Wenzhu said so, he must have been mistaken.
Many brands imitated Lan’s style, but these two outfits had captured its essence.
He decided to ask the show’s organizers later about the designer.
Meanwhile, Xie Yanqiu squinted, “Why do I feel something’s off about that kid’s outfit…”
It was very much like Lan’s style, but she had never seen such a design.
Moreover, Lan’s style was to first publish the designs online before releasing the physical product.
She needed to ask about this later.
“What’s up?” the man next to her quickly said, “Of course, it doesn’t look as good as you wearing it.”
“Stop buttering me up,” Xie Yanqiu inhaled deeply. “Hurry up and vote for your son.”
The man silently took out his phone.
On stage, Xie Yu, still oblivious to the questioning he would face from Xie Yanqiu, continued to dance.
“Dong! ”
The final note of the music fell, and the audience went absolutely crazy.
Yu! Xie Yu!”
“Ah, Xie Yu, please look at me!”
“Xie Yu always surprises us,” Lu Ningsheng applauded. “So handsome. If I were ten years younger, I’d definitely chase after you.”
Laughter rose from the audience.
“The dance was quite difficult today,” Lu Ningsheng said. “But you performed it perfectly. You’re really strong. But I have a question. Have you ever considered, if you don’t debut, what will you do?”
“Yes.” Xie Yu seemed regretful. “If I don’t debut, I’ll just go home and inherit the family fortune. ”
[Say that again?]
[Damn, is Xie Yu really from a wealthy family? Inheriting the family fortune, what’s this about?]
Xie Yanqiu mouthed something towards the stage.
Xie Yu caught it.
Five words.
Don’t even think about it.
Xie Yu shifted his gaze, relaxed: “Thank you, everyone.”
He stepped off the stage.
Meanwhile, Xie Yu’s votes were skyrocketing, quickly surpassing the one billion mark.
Backstage, Xu Jingshan watched the changing vote count and was glad he hadn’t altered Xie Yu’s ranking.
Such overwhelming talent and a stark difference in votes; interfering would have been foolish.
Such talent was indeed worth promoting.
After Xie Yu’s group’s brilliant performance, the subsequent three groups’ performances were merely passable, failing to bring the atmosphere back to its previous high.
Lu Yan struggled through his performance, even cracking a few notes while singing.
After finishing, he didn’t dare to look at the audience.
Don’t ruin the group.] [I hope he’s not in today’s debut lineup, but that’s unlikely.]
Once all performances ended.
“Alright, there’s one minute left, our voting channel is about to close,” Lu Ningsheng stepped forward. “Please hurry and vote for your favorite boys. A last-second turnaround is still possible.” The fans frantically cast their votes.
Feng San was also in a frenzy.
[Have you voted? Tell others to vote too.]
[Delivery Guy]: What are you doing? Do you want the elder to kill you? Stop watching talent shows and focus on your martial arts training.
Feng San slowly typed a reply.
[Brother Nine is also voting.]
The group fell silent for a moment.
[Delivery Guy]: Voted. Feng San snorted.
Typical.
“Time’s up, the voting channel is now closed,” Lu Ningsheng turned. “During these ten minutes, let’s look back at the trainees’ journey of hardships and laughter.”
The big screen started showing behind-the-scenes footage of the trainees’ practice sessions.
But the fans were clearly too anxious to pay attention.
[It’s almost 10, hurry up!]
[Xie Yu for first! Xu Xiyun for second! Charge!]
Backstage, Xu Jingshan and other executives were astonished by the fans’ voting power.
The popularity of “Youth With You” had far exceeded Xu Jingshan’s expectations.
He looked at the real-time viewer count: 82 million.
An astonishing number.
Xie Yu’s votes reached an unimaginable level.
A real gap.
“Alright,” Xu Jingshan exhaled. “Don’t release these voting results. Stick to our original plan.”
The tech team nodded and began their work.
The minute hand moved.
21: 59!
[It’s almost time!]
The audience held their breath.
Even Xie Yanchiu stared at the big screen, not daring to blink.
“The voting was intense, changing every second,” Lu Ningsheng also seemed nervous. “Let’s count down together: ten, nine… three, two, one! Look at the big screen!”
The second hand clicked.
The clock finally hit 22:00.
The screen stopped flashing trainee photos, revealing names and a series of numbers.
These were the final rankings.
No..l Xie Yu 7,837,219,341