My agency went bankrupt before I even got on stage.

The mentors' guidance only lasted for one day.

The second day involved singing and dancing, practicing on your own.

All 99 students practiced diligently, constantly watching the instructor's teaching videos and studying the movements with their peers.

Of the 100 people, only Lin Fan was idly floundering on the sidelines, and doing so with complete peace of mind. This was because Lin Fan was always ready to leave the factory after the theme song recording was finished.

However, even though Lin Fan wanted to slack off, some people were unwilling to let him go.

Li Xiaodong came to him: "Brother Fan, could you take a look and tell me how my training is going?"

Lin Fan glanced at the gleaming "VIP" buff above Li Xiaodong's head and nodded: "Okay, then I'll help you take a look, but I'm not a professional, I can only help you correct your movements by watching the video."

"Me too! Me too!" Lin Fan's roommate Chen Xianwu from room 404 also joined in the fun.

"Me too!"

"Brother Fan, could you take a look at this for me too?"

The other trainees in the same training room all wanted to join in the fun, and Lin Fan, adhering to the principle that it didn't matter whether he was herding one sheep or a flock, said, "Alright, alright, let's all go together!"

Music starts: "Oh~~~~"

The trainees all started to strike a pose, and I must say, it actually turned out pretty well.

But Lin Fan was too happy too soon. After eight beats, some people started to fall behind.

Not only could he not keep up with the dance moves, but he also couldn't keep up with the singing. He couldn't keep up with the rhythm or the melody.

During the chorus: "...Sunshine, Sunshine, Sun..."

The voice cracked immediately!

Lin Fan rubbed his ears, somewhat incredulous.

"this one?"

So-called 100 trainees, selected from tens of thousands of trainees across the country, are supposed to be future idols with excellent singing and dancing skills. Is this all they are capable of?

Forgetting dance moves or not keeping up with the rhythm is understandable, considering that we've only been learning for half a day. Dance requires a lot of practice, so it's forgivable.

But what about singing?

This is too tragic!

The entire theme song started off well for most of the contestants, but by the chorus, the whole place was filled with howling and screaming. Some forgot the lyrics, some sang off-key, and some cracked their voices, making it look like a car crash.

Add to that the dancing, and I don't know what others think, but Lin Fan himself felt it was a complete disaster.

If it weren't for the fact that "Morning Star" would mute the original audio of the trainees practicing during the live broadcast, Lin Fan felt that the trainee disaster in front of him would completely ruin the show "Morning Star"!

Forced skill: Never sing off-key activated. With this super cheat code, Lin Fan declared, "I'm not targeting any one person, I'm saying everyone here is trash!"

……

When Li Xiaodong heard the two words Lin Fan blurted out, his body stiffened instantly, and he even stopped singing.

"Oh no!"

Lin Fan regretted it so much he wanted to slap himself. Why was he so stupid to offend people?

"Brother Fan, I'll do it one more time!"

Li Xiaodong took a deep breath, ignoring the other trainees, and started all over again.

"Me too!"

Not to be outdone, Chen Xianwu quickly joined Li Xiaodong in getting into the starting stance.

Lin Fan moved his lips, but ultimately said nothing more. Looking at the hardworking students, he felt that his two words just now were really too hurtful.

Once!

One more time!

One more time!

……

Li Xiaodong, Chen Xianwu... The students in the practice room had practiced countless times, but no one complained. They kept practicing, even if their movements were not perfect or their singing was off-key.

Gradually, Lin Fan's eyes became serious. He felt that even if he was to be eliminated, he should at least be a good sparring partner. As a qualified sparring partner, he needed to point out everyone's mistakes in a timely manner so that everyone could avoid detours.

Although I am a complete novice in dance and only know how to do the splits, if I wanted to nitpick, even a layman could find something quite convincing.

After hearing Lin Fan's corrections, Li Xiaodong, Chen Xianwu, and the others gradually began to find the right direction and became more and more into the swing of things as they practiced.

However, this improvement is limited, after all, the time is too tight. All in all, everyone has only practiced for two days, and this time there are only three days!

Only three days!

……

Eight o'clock in the evening.

After dinner, Lin Fan prepared to go back to his dormitory to sleep, but the usually bustling dormitory building was unusually quiet today.

I bet the trainees are all in the training room right now, working on the dance moves.

Lin Fan thought this was fine; no one would disturb his sleep.

But as soon as Lin Fan arrived at the door of room 404, he heard suppressed sobbing coming from inside the dormitory.

Someone was crying in the dormitory.

Lin Fan paused for a moment, then pushed open the door and walked in as if nothing had happened. Even before he entered the room, his voice preceded him: "Chen Xianwu, you're here too."

Hearing the sound, Chen Xianwu, who was lying on the bed, quickly rubbed his face on the pillow to wipe away his tears and said in a muffled voice, "Ah, Brother Fan, you're back."

"Okay, I'm going back to sleep."

Chen Xianwu got up, his eyes and nose still red: "Well, you rest then, I'll pack up and head out."

Lin Fan pretended to rummage through his pajamas, avoiding looking at his face to prevent the boy from being embarrassed: "What time are you coming back tonight? I'll leave a light on for you."

Chen Xianwu gave a wry smile: "I don't know about others, but I probably won't be coming back to sleep tonight."

What does that mean?

Lin Fan couldn't help but glance at him: "You want to..."

Chen Xianwu's bitterness became even more obvious: "I haven't even learned the song, let alone the dance... I heard that Zhuo Yuanquan and Lu Bingyang from Class A will be helping everyone refine their moves in the training room at night. I'll go audit their class first, and then practice more on my own to try and keep my position in Class C during the second evaluation... There's not enough time, so I won't be back to sleep tonight."

Chen Xianwu's idea was actually the same as that of the vast majority of trainees.

If you lack talent, you can make up for it with hard work.

Although it may not be very effective due to the tight schedule, it's impossible to just give up like that, since everyone who came to this show wants to become famous.

Apart from Lin Fan.

No one wants to leave if they can stay.

Because the stage of "Morning Star" is likely the biggest stage that many people will ever step onto in their lifetime.

Chen Xianwu took a shower, changed out of his sweat-soaked clothes, and left the dormitory.

Lin Fan silently began packing his luggage.

Chen Xianwu's mindset is the mindset of most students, but not Lin Fan.

From the moment Lin Fan stepped onto the stage, his only wish was to leave this place as soon as possible, find a tourist city, and open his own guesthouse. Even though he didn't have much money, it couldn't stop him from realizing this dream.

Lin Fan had no choice but to perform on the first stage, because it wasn't just his stage. He couldn't ignore his teammates' desire for the stage and let himself hold them back.

The theme song mission is a personal mission.

Lin Fan can make his own decisions.

Sing well if you want to sing well, dance poorly if you want to dance poorly; the production team won't force you to. Perhaps only Lin Fan is this eccentric; while others are only thinking about how to stay, he's single-mindedly focused on leaving the talent show's star-making stage.

But as Lin Fan finished packing his luggage and lay in bed preparing to sleep, Chen Xianwu's bitter smile kept flashing through his mind, as did Li Xiaodong's dancing over and over again because of his comment "That's it," and Lu Bingyang, who could have practiced quietly on his own but couldn't bear to see others struggling and would take the initiative to help them refine their movements...

Many more people were sweating profusely in those eight small training rooms.

Everyone is working hard!