Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 280 A hundred times, a hundred times
"..."

"After rehearsals... I'm cramming..."

"Do you think that kind of movement is the radio gymnastics for elementary school students?"

After these words were spoken, the teammates' expressions twitched and their voices became lower and lower until they fell into complete silence.

Difficult dance moves require local strengthening of muscles and joints through years of hard training. There is no quick way to achieve success.

"Arrogant bastard..."

"Never mind, let's use the rest of today's time to finish the group dance. The individual solo part will be replaced by movement for the time being, and I will practice it by myself tomorrow!"

Hirano Yuta stood up with an unhappy look on his face and signaled everyone to start training.

"If you want to make a fool of yourself, don't do it in a group situation. Just drag down your teammates..."

He knew very well that this kind of song selection and ranking was a deliberate arrangement made by the program team targeting Xia Fan's "shortcomings in dancing".

No matter how hard Xia Fan tried, it was good enough that he could practice the group dance well in these two days, and there was no way to blame him.

As for the second-ranked Hirano Yuta himself, he knew very well why he was drawn to this team...

Firstly, it is to create the illusion that "this team is very strong" in the popularity rankings, so that the audience will ignore the fact that the members' specialties and songs do not match at all.

Secondly, in order to avoid a situation where Hirano Yuta regains a huge lead in popularity after Xia Fan's defeat, the program team deliberately implemented this "popularity balance" strategy to shorten the gap between the trainees in the front row, increase the intensity of competition, and enhance the suspense later on.

As for An Ziyao, who was even worse at dancing than Xia Fan, he was simply added in as an "insurance" to ensure their team's defeat.

Therefore, the irritability and disappointment that Yuta Hirano showed since he drew "Oxygen Bomb" was not entirely because of Xia Fan, but more because of the program crew that treated him as a "sacrifice."

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The performance was approaching and the rehearsal time was tight. No matter how different everyone's thoughts were, they started rehearsing the group dance against the clock.

The melody and rhythm of the song "Oxygen Bomb" are very simple, and each person's sung words are repetitive and monotonous. There is no difficulty in terms of vocal range and technique. It is basically at the level of "singing a few lines while dancing to the rhythm", so everyone quickly became proficient in the song.

But as for the dance part, just as Hirano Yuta said, the actual physical feeling of dancing is much more difficult than it looks to the eyes...

The dance has a large range of motion, and the overall sense of strength of the movements is very high. It is also filled with subtle control of small joints and small muscle groups. From time to time, large-scale collective wave movements are performed to the accompaniment of explosive rhythms...

"Huh...huh..."

"So, so tired..."

After only five repetitions, everyone in the practice room was like they were doing a set of high-intensity, non-stop TABATA...

The sounds of panting and sweat dripping onto the wooden floor gradually began to become loud enough to compete with the background music.

"No, no, let's take a break!"

"Legs, I can't feel my legs..."

"Water, give me water..."

Kishiyo and three other trainees "died heroically" one by one and collapsed on the sweaty floor.

The sight of it wriggling on the ground and breathing heavily reminds people of a fish that has become dehydrated and left the shore.

"These weaklings, they just finished rehearsing their movements and actions, and they're already failing before they even start rehearsing..."

"Forget it, take a break for ten minutes!"

This kind of "sword dance" would be an ineffective rehearsal without people, so Hirano Yuta had to stop and threw mineral water at several people in disappointment.

"These two guys..."

He unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped down the mineral water. He glanced at the other two teammates who were still standing with some surprise... "Martin's dance foundation is quite good."

At this moment, Martin, who was only wearing a vest, had beads of sweat on his dark muscles, and his strong chest muscles rose and fell with his breathing...

But that was all; judging from his calm expression and casual posture, he clearly still had plenty of energy left.

"Martin came from a street dance talent show, so it's normal for him to have a solid foundation, but what's with that guy..."

But what really surprised Hirano Yuta was Xia Fan.

"By the way, hasn't Xia Fan ever practiced dancing? How come he looks like nothing happened..."

"He's not actually a robot. If he takes off his clothes, you can see the circuit board, right?"

"Before in the cafeteria, I heard the international trainees who had rehearsed with him talking about Xia Fan being a 'physical monster'. I thought it was a joke..."

At the same time, the three people lying on the ground were also stealing glances at Xia Fan who was drinking water in small sips with disbelief.

During the entire rehearsal process, Xia Fan's movements were standard, his rhythm was accurate, his positioning was orderly, and he even managed his facial expressions from beginning to end. It can be said that his movements were impeccable.

Looking back now, when practicing "Wave", Xia Fan seemed to be the only one who did not make any mistakes and grasped the rhythm accurately!

Hirano Yuta once made a short-term debut overseas. This kind of high-intensity training before the performance is commonplace. Under his handsome appearance, he actually has plenty of physical strength...

But the results of his rehearsal just now were not as good as Xia Fan's.

What's even more abnormal is that Xia Fan has only sweated a little bit so far, and his breathing is just a little faster, and he hasn't even gasped for breath...

This only shows that his physical fitness is more than one or two levels stronger than everyone in the practice room.

"Hey, Bro, this is just the beginning. The energy of Xia Fan Unit 1 may not even be used up to one tenth..."

"Do you know how long he took us to practice the simple dance of 'Prayer'?"

"That's like hell, a hundred times, a hundred times..."

Sensing what they were thinking, Martin squatted down beside them, grinning, and whispered something that made everyone even more incredulous.

"Come on, come on, I asked the production crew for some muscle relaxation tools..."

"If we let the lactic acid accumulate now, we won't be able to perform well on stage, not to mention the rehearsals over the next two days."

As if to confirm Martin's words, Xia Fan had no intention of resting after drinking the water. He actually went to the corridor outside and brought in a bunch of strange massage equipment.

"What's that big thing you're holding? A gun? A stick?!"

"This fascia gun is a little big, you have to bear with it."

"Wait uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Don't move, just bear with it for three minutes, Martin, help me hold him down!"

"No, no, I will..."

Looking at Xia Fan, who was holding an XXXXL-sized fascia gun and enthusiastically helping the three people on the floor who had no power to resist to relax their muscles together with Martin, Hirano Yuta's eyes gradually became complicated...

"This guy, I've said so many harsh words to him from the beginning till now, but he doesn't seem to care at all..."

"Could it be that from the very beginning, you didn't consider us as your equal opponents?"

The feeling of powerlessness and being ignored ignited the unwillingness to admit defeat in Hirano Yuta's heart.

(End of this chapter)