Participating in a Chinese music program means that singing only English songs isn’t an option. At that time, learning to sing Chinese songs will be inevitable.
Choreography, song recording... and learning Chinese. Updates are released by novelFirｅ.net
By then, Son Seungwan might be very busy.
"Aren’t we going to choose the team leader now?"
"Hmm... If we could choose that fan from last time, it would be great." Seong Taekyon nodded, answering Bae Juhyun’s question with a hopeful expression.
Bae Juhyun glanced at the sincerely praying Seong Taekyon and sighed helplessly.
She, of course, wanted to see that happen as well. Taking care of one’s own would certainly be better.
But there was no way; Liu Xin’an had already been predetermined for Momo. That was something they couldn’t interfere with.
The scene gradually shifted to the moment of choosing the team leader.
And now it was Liu Xin’an’s turn for leader introduction.
"Leader No. 3, multilingual expert, content creator with millions of followers on Little Broken Site, recently went viral for his handsome looks, the natural humor and wit of a Tianjin native makes him a comforting presence."
"Momo! Pick this one, this one’s good!"
A woman behind Momo leaned in and whispered in Momo’s ear in English.
Momo had a clueless look on her face because she didn’t understand a single word of the introduction, which was given in Chinese.
Moreover, when it came to choosing the team leader... she had to pick Liu Xin’an. It would be troublesome if she picked the wrong person.
This wasn’t a rehearsal, it was the official recording of the show, so the production team wouldn’t let her rechoose if she made a mistake.
Therefore, choosing the leader had to be done very cautiously. At the very least, she needed to understand the introductions of the four leaders.
"Does the No. 3 have any specific skills?"
"He’s proficient in many languages, which could make it more convenient to partner with you."
The English-speaking female artist continued explaining to Momo, whose eyes lit up after hearing the explanation.
The description seemed to match Liu Xin’an well.
"Everyone, our team leader has a significant language barrier. Can we have the No. 3 then?"
The other members of the team also called out, trying to garner some sympathy points in this way.
The other three teams had no objections, and Yuqi even laughed and shouted toward the door behind No. 3: "Is the No. 3 Anzige? Let’s give Anzige to them!"
Yuqi’s voice was heard by Liu Xin’an behind the door. He smiled helplessly, in stark contrast to the excited boy next to him.
He picked up the microphone prepared by the program team nearby, turned his head and cleared his throat, then slowly opened his mouth: "I... I’m not Anzige."
The specially processed voice didn’t fool the artists.
The female artists who knew him laughed playfully. Yuqi, who knew him the best, teased him: "Stop it. I can hear the Tianjin accent in your voice!"
Liu Xin’an failed to hold back his laugh.
Finally, the only team leader who didn’t understand Chinese, Momo, got this little benefit. She read out "No. 3" in her awkward Chinese.
When the door opened, Liu Xin’an’s appearance made Momo sigh in relief.
Liu Xin’an, with a helpless smile, walked out from the door. After high-fiving Momo and the few excited female artists around her one by one, he naturally took the microphone.
"As my loyal follower, Yuqi, you didn’t choose me. I’m a bit sad."
He teased Yuqi while starting to take on the role of the host.
"I don’t want to be on the same team as you, Anzige. You like to blame your teammates when playing games, and we don’t want to be blamed by you."
"...Give me a break, Yuqi; I still want to gain more new fans through this show."
After this little episode, Liu Xin’an held the microphone and said self-deprecatingly: "Since I’m the first one chosen, I’ll take over the hosting duties for now. Oh... which number is the second team planning to pick?"
"We need to discuss it first."
"Alright, then I’ll ask the third team first."
"No, no, no, follow the order!" The second team’s leader, Song Ying, anxiously pulled Liu Xin’an, who was about to pretend to leave.
Of course, Liu Xin’an was just pretending.
He naturally stepped back a bit, creating a small distance between himself and Song Ying, and chuckled: "Just kidding, Captain Song, have you decided on a pick?"
"Um... we decided to leave this choice to Wendy, the youngest in our team." Song Ying said, pushing Son Seungwan out.
The first team let a foreign artist pick, so the next team leader selection might as well be done by foreign artists too.
As for the pushed-out Son Seungwan...
She widened her beautiful eyes, looking bewilderedly at Liu Xin’an, who was smiling at her, then stiffly pulled the corners of her mouth.
"Ah~ Ms. Wendy, welcome to China. How have you been recently?"
Liu Xin’an seamlessly switched to English, making Son Seungwan feel at ease.
"Um... I’ve been great. There are so many delicious foods in China, I’ve been eating lots of good food near the hotel these past few days!"
"Is that so? Do you have any food recommendations for everyone, Wendy?"
"Me? I don’t know much actually..."
"It’s okay. We’re all curious about what foods foreigners like."
Son Seungwan knew that Liu Xin’an was intentionally giving her camera time. After thinking for a second, she confidently but awkwardly pronounced a dish name in Chinese.
After the bizarre word came out, everyone on the scene had a moment of confusion.
Only Liu Xin’an understood what Son Seungwan was trying to say.
He had a look of realization, then his clear voice repeated the dish name.
Seong Taekyon narrowed his eyes, taking in the scene.
This fan was actually giving Son Seungwan camera time. Could it be...
This fan liked their Seungwan?!