AHFAFTGTTT Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Rating “In order to stand before someone.”…

The moment these words were spoken, not only the mentors but all the trainees, along with the production team, were stunned.

Everyone subtly glanced at Shangguan Yaoguang, who was sitting down.

As the initiator of the program, Qu Xue naturally knew the production team’s sly intentions, never one to shy away from a good show, she suggested with a smile, “Ahem, why don’t Mentor Shangguan and Mentor Xu recreate that scene…”

Before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly interrupted by another clear voice.

“Mentor Xu, teach me.”

Xu Chengyue, whose gaze had just been drawn to the mentor’s seats, quickly turned back to the trainee who had spoken.

His voice rang out clearly in the heated atmosphere—

“I want to dance this part with you.”

At the center of the stage, the dazzling lights poured down like shattered gold without reservation. Among the two figures enveloped in light, the mentor didn’t reply. The outstandingly tall rookie trainee pressed forward almost step by step—

“Is that okay? Mentor.”

As the words fell, like a pebble thrown into a silent lake, the crowd instantly erupted.

“Damn! An epic battle for people.”

“Is this something I can watch? This part needs VIP access!”

“Don’t grab my thigh, grab your own, thank you.”

“Seriously… so brave, dancing Spark’s song, and even trying to break up their CP… cough.”

The discussions never ceased.

Looking at his sincere gaze, a strange feeling welled up in Xu Chengyue’s heart. Although it was a completely different voice, the decisive and direct tone was extraordinarily familiar. The two voices, one from memory and one from reality, gradually merged, creating a sense of déjà vu.

He hesitated for a moment: “This…”

His gaze involuntarily turned to Shangguan Yaoguang, partly because he was afraid he would mind, and partly because he hoped to be rescued from the situation.

Now, Xu Chengyue himself didn’t know how to define his relationship with Shangguan Yaoguang. He thought they were in love with each other, but in the end, it seemed like he had been delusional.

Even if their relationship was somewhat strained, in Xu Chengyue’s eyes, it was better than facing a stranger.

After all, to the current Xu Chengyue, Fu Yang was just a stranger he was meeting for the second time, and also his hater, so he didn’t really want to have too much contact.

Shangguan Yaoguang usually looked sleepy, but at this moment, he crossed his arms, frowned slightly, and his face was covered in dark clouds.

When Xu Chengyue’s gaze turned to him, he avoided eye contact, turned his head to the side, and had no intention of going on stage to help.

He couldn’t explain why in his heart, perhaps it was that bit of unwillingness to admit his awkwardness, or perhaps it was deliberately distancing himself from this sudden situation.

Uncomfortable, but without the courage to break it.

Helpless, Xu Chengyue had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

The music suddenly started, like an impassioned war drum, instantly igniting the passion of the entire audience.

Before Xu Chengyue’s mind could react, his body’s muscle memory instantly awakened, naturally moving with the music.

For people who are good at dancing, even a few casual twists exude a unique charm.

Fu Yang’s eyelids trembled slightly as he reached out and grasped Xu Chengyue’s waist in the air. With a completely different identity, he danced the dance that he had practiced countless times in the practice room, sweating and refining it.

At the end of the music, following the dance moves, the two were chest to back, Fu Yang’s hand gently resting on Xu Chengyue’s neck, looking down at his profile, this was the final ending pose.

After the male group dance ends, in order to facilitate camera shots, they usually freeze for a few seconds. This moment is called the ending pose and is often the source of iconic photos.

This may be the last time he’s in such close contact with Xu Chengyue. In those short seconds, Fu Yang had thousands of words in his heart, wanting to ask him if he was too slow this time, whether the pose was held long enough, and whether he had improved compared to before.

But the few seconds he had left weren’t enough to say these pleasantries, so the thousands of words in his heart condensed into one sentence—

“My name is Fu Yang, this time, you must remember it.”

Fu Yang softened his voice, lowered his head, and murmured in his ear like a love confession.

However, Xu Chengyue didn’t feel the slightest bit of romance, but instead felt a tightening in his heart:

Is he threatening me?

Is it not enough that haters curse me online, they even have to chase me into reality?

Various complex emotions intertwined in Xu Chengyue’s heart, and even his palms were sweating. He really couldn’t understand what he had done to make him so disliked.

…

The initial stage rating officially began, and the studio instantly fell silent, as if even the air had solidified.

Fu Yang sang the first line, his voice clear and pure, full of youthfulness, but he also had a very three-dimensional and sharp face. This contrast was particularly strong.

In Xie Wanwan’s words, he had the face of a playboy, but his voice was like that of an innocent young man.

As the rhythm of the music gradually accelerated, the intensity of the dance also increased. Fu Yang’s movements were skilled, and he completed the dance completely.

However, due to his recent recovery from a serious illness, and the fact that this body seemed to have no natural talent for dancing, although the movements were all correct, his entire body was as stiff as a puppet, his long arms and legs seemed to be fighting each other, making everyone worried.

As the last note fell, Fu Yang breathed and struck the ending pose.

In the mentor’s seats, Xu Chengyue couldn’t help but laugh, “He’s a bit like you.”

Shangguan Yaoguang tilted his head slightly: “Like me?”

Shangguan Yaoguang wasn’t the carefree type like Fu Yang. Other people’s casual remarks, even the smallest things, would be repeatedly pondered in his heart. Hearing Xu Chengyue’s evaluation, he frowned tightly, secretly thinking: Doesn’t he always praise my dance? Is it all a lie?

He was already sensitive, and his heart was full of doubts, but he didn’t dare to say anything to refute it, only the gloomy aura around him became more and more intense, as if it could drip water.

The more Xu Chengyue recalled, the more similar he found it, his eyebrows slightly curved: “During the time you lost your memory, it was like this, as if you were touching dance for the first time, but your flexibility was still a bit better than his.”

Immediately, Shangguan Yaoguang lowered his eyes, the shadow of his eyelashes completely obscuring his gaze. He didn’t know who the person Xu Chengyue always mentioned when he lost his memory was, perhaps his second personality, or third personality.

In short, it had nothing to do with him, and he hated Xu Chengyue always bringing it up.

Realizing that he was in a bad mood, Xu Chengyue quickly stopped talking, and the awkward atmosphere that had finally eased between them began to permeate again.

Xie Chonghua was relatively taciturn, and after commenting from a professional point of view, he raised an A-grade sign: “The vocals are very stable, can give an A.”

“Singing and dancing, and the breath doesn’t even shake, the information says your practice time is only one month, being able to dance to this extent is already great. Although there are flaws, the overall is okay, can give an A. This face is really pleasing to the eye, I hope you can debut in the center position in the end, pretty kids should stand in the middle,” Wan Fang said.

Qu Xue went crazy, “Handsome guy! Your personal image is very good!! From the audience’s point of view, I want to give you an S+!!!”

Qu Xue’s words instantly pushed the atmosphere of the entire venue to a climax, and there was constant laughter in the seating area.

Fu Yang wasn’t immersed in joy. To be honest, the other two mentors and the initiator weren’t professional idol background. Wan Fang and Xie Chonghua mainly evaluated singing, and Qu Xue was responsible for creating variety show effects. All the trainees’ eyes turned to the last two people—Xu Chengyue and Shangguan Yaoguang.

Their ratings were more professional.

What’s more, Fu Yang chose Spark’s song.

Shangguan Yaoguang raised a “D” card and said in a low voice: “There is room for improvement.”

After saying that, he didn’t say anything more, as if saying one more word would exhaust his strength.

In fact, Shangguan Yaoguang had been like this throughout the recording process today.

Other mentors were seriously evaluating, but when it came to him, it was always “average,” “not bad,” “good,” or “there is room for improvement.”

If you understood Shangguan Yaoguang, you would know that he was just afraid to say too much, afraid of exposing his shortcomings, and even more afraid of saying the wrong thing and being attacked for not going to college.

“Challenging Po Jun is very courageous, but I’m sorry, it’s not qualified.” Xu Chengyue raised an F card, because he was the only dance mentor among the 5 mentors, so his rating focused more on dance.

“From a dance perspective, you dance with a sense of comedy. Going to participate in a comedy competition might get an S+.”

Xu Chengyue was very strict when rating, and his usually gentle mouth was like eating knives at this moment, full of cold humor.

This sentence not only commented on Fu Yang’s dance level, but also connected to Qu Xue’s “s+” meme just now.

There was an uproar around.

After the interaction just now, the trainees already knew that this smiling Mentor Xu was actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing, his comments were very sharp, but they didn’t expect him to be able to satirize to this extent.

Fu Yang: “…” Already used to it.

Qu Xue turned her head and said with a smile, “Mentor Xu is too strict! There are also presentation points for writing papers, can’t you give some points for handsomeness when you see a handsome guy?”

Wan Fang also echoed: “Yeah, Little Xu, you just had a close dance with him, you have to give some points for personal relationships.”

The two young ladies unhesitatingly canvassed for Fu Yang.

“That makes sense.” Xu Chengyue rubbed his chin, pretending to be thinking. In everyone’s expectant gaze—”Then add one point slightly, F+ is fine, right.”

“Ew~” The whole audience hissed.

Xu Chengyue couldn’t help laughing. Actually, he didn’t have to be so strict, it was the arrangement of the production team.

Wan Fang, Xie Chonghua, and Qu Xue were all seniors, and their scoring was more casual. So the production team arranged him and Shangguan Yaoguang behind to balance the average score.

In short, the final scoring power of each trainee was actually in their hands.

So in the end, Fu Yang’s average score was C, which was more in line with his current level.

Qu Xue: “Congratulations on getting the final rating of C! Go to the seating area in the back and pick a seat!”

“Wait.” Xu Chengyue suddenly picked up the microphone, “Can I ask you a question?”

Fu Yang stopped his leaving footsteps and nodded.

“As a top student of B University, and even more so a proud disciple of the Dean of the Physics Department, why did you come to participate in the talent show?”

The clear and moist voice was transmitted from the sound system through the microphone, causing the audience to exclaim.

“B University?? Is it the highest institution of higher learning in Hua country, B University??”

“What is this, a high-IQ research genius, running to participate in a talent show?? Are you crazy?”

“I know him… B University’s campus heartthrob for five consecutive sessions… now a master’s student in his third year, soon to get his doctorate…”

“Heavens, earth, how virtuous and capable am I, a scum of a student, to participate in the program with the academic god.”

On the pyramid-shaped seating area behind the mentor’s seats, the trainees who had performed and been rated before were all gaping at this moment, looking at Fu Yang on the stage with yearning for academics.

“If I debut with him, will I have to do math problems every day?”

“Cough, I’m afraid that halfway through the recording, the professors of B University will come and snatch people away from us…”

“Give people a way to live! Academic god, go do scientific research, don’t compete with us for a job!!!”

“The academic god learns everything well, only practicing for a month, the performance just now was actually very complete… better than most people.”

The trainees on the pyramid were all surprised, with exaggerated expressions. Everyone knew that the more they said, the more camera time they would get, so they not only had to say it, but also had to say it well and interestingly, and the scene was noisy.

Qu Xue turned around and made a “shush” sound, and the restless crowd calmed down.

Xu Chengyue didn’t know why, but he always felt that this person was too strange. His hater came to participate in the talent show program where he was a mentor, what exactly did he want to do?

“In order to stand before someone.” Fu Yang’s usually casual gaze became twelve points serious at this moment. He raised his eyes and looked at Xu Chengyue, “I hope he can recognize me, and I also hope he can remember me.”

The trainees in the pyramid behind looked at each other, with a confused look—

“Academic god, what does this mean?”

“Is he talking to the camera, isn’t that some romance novel plot like debuting to let the person you’re secretly in love with see you…” Before he could finish speaking, the person next to him immediately covered his mouth.

Male groups can’t be in love, you can’t say that.

“As expected of an academic god, unfathomable.”

“Why do I feel like he’s looking at… Mentor Xu?”

“…”

It’s over, male groups can’t be in love, but they can be gay.

Shangguan Yaoguang raised his eyes and suddenly said, “Number 32, you should go down.”

Fu Yang looked at him, the two met for a moment. In the brief exchange of glances, they fully understood each other’s thoughts.

Qu Xue suddenly leaned close to Xu Chengyue, “Did you smell it?”

Xu Chengyue: “Smell what?”

Qu Xue said with a smile: “There’s a smell of… gunpowder in the air.”

Xu Chengyue seriously smelled it a few times, “No, there isn’t.”

Qu Xue: “…” Where did you find this silly goose.