At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

Ling Yao was too lazy to even smile at Wang Meng anymore.

For her teammates who were about to abandon her, she only hoped that this final performance wouldn't tarnish her reputation too much.

Ever since returning from "Rebirth," Wang Meng seems to have realized something, and she always pulls the other two women aside for private meetings.

The small cliques within the group were already quite obvious. Yui liked to talk to him because both of them had joined later.

Wang Meng and the other two are long-time members, so they often get together to eat and chat.

Now, a crack has appeared before our eyes.

Regardless of whether today exists or not, "water color" can never go back to what it used to be.

“Yuan Xiao was driven away by you, I was tricked into coming here, and now you don’t want to do a good job. I haven’t seen you practice singing seriously at all, and I haven’t seen you improve at all throughout the semester. Wang Meng, if you keep dawdling here, I’ll kick you off the stage and make sure you can never go home again.”

Ling Yao completely lost patience and resorted to her 15th skill, "Violent Communication."

Unexpectedly, it had a miraculous effect on Mengjie, who was all talk and no action.

"Okay...okay...I'll try my best..."

As the saying goes, it's best to part amicably.

Wang Meng seemed to have realized as well that this was likely the last match.

When I wake up tomorrow, there will most likely be two fewer members in my "Water Color" band group chat.

The number of people decreased from 5 to 3.

"Ah."

There was no time to wave.

Bathed in the spotlights, the women walked slowly onto the stage with heavy hearts.

-

Today is the battlefield for three teams to compete, and it's a mixed-song format where each team can sing four songs.

It may not seem like a lot, but to sing it well requires a lot of precision; you have to give your all to every song.

With a hiss, the speaker's power button lit up, and the heat from the vacuum tube suddenly surged.

The final performance of the Water Color Band officially began amidst the stares of a full house.

Most of the people in the audience came to listen to Chuchu, but since there was a band warming up the crowd, they were willing to listen to a bit of the music as well.

Opportunities will be given; it just depends on whether the band can capture these potential fans.

pity……

Mengjie's performance was exceptionally consistent.

It's so consistent that it makes the same mistake in the same place; the same mistake you make with 30 audience members will still be the same with 300 audience members.

She made an even bigger mistake, cutting off the correct angle and pitch by a half degree.

The audience at livehouses is not easily fooled, because they are either hardcore underground music enthusiasts or musicians themselves.

These people often have a high level of musical literacy.

Obvious errors like being out of tune or going off-beat will be immediately noticed by everyone.

Unlike busking on the street, where no one cares if you play the wrong chord, this is different.

This caused an uproar below.

"What kind of crap is that?"

"In that song just now, the lead singer made at least three mistakes, right?"

"Did the drummer also hit a wrong beat? The triplets seem messed up, not in sync with the keyboard."

"The chords on the keyboard are wrong too, right? The major seventh is played as a half-diminished seventh. I pressed the wrong key and it created a dissonant interval, like the soundtrack of a horror movie."

"No, why would Chuchu compete against a team of this caliber? Is there even a need for a 'competition'?"

"Is this the only level of troupe that Tianlai can hire? Are they just playing house with college students?"

"No, they don't seem to be college students."

"Oh, a little girl who hasn't even grown her first hair yet, and she dares to embarrass herself here."...

The more mistakes you make, the easier it is to make more mistakes.

As the doubts from the audience increased, Meng Jie couldn't keep her composure any longer and became withdrawn.

I can't hear my teammates anymore, and I don't know where the correct beat is.

My mind went blank, and I even forgot the lyrics I had painstakingly memorized.

In this performance, "Water Colors" demonstrated what it means to smash things to pieces.

Ling Yao was so angry she laughed.

She was perfectly certain that her part was played correctly, without a single flaw.

But even with such a performance, placed in a flawed ensemble, its brilliance would go unnoticed by the audience.

Because his teammates were too weak, he was overlooked.

It was so then, and it is so today.

"I'm done."

"Yui, I've really had enough."

"let's go."

"I'm not performing anymore."

"!"

With only three lines of lyrics left in the last song, Ling Yao finished his solo, picked up his guitar, turned off the amp, unplugged the cable, and headed backstage.

Yui followed behind her in surprise and asked, "Aren't you going to watch Chuchu's performance?"

"I'm not watching anymore, I want to go home and rest."

She looked tired and exhausted.

Yui seemed to understand her, so she said, "Then I'll take you there."

"it is good."

-

……

The down-on-their-luck band is now broken up.

Meng Jie, with her hair disheveled, looked dejected.

As they walked off the stage, they brushed past the members of the second band to perform, "Seven Colors".

With Yuan Xiao,

They passed each other by.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

On both sides were tall, gray curtains.

The three women of water-colored dress filed out, and the group of seven-colored people came to meet them.

It's easy to imagine that the defeat on stage was witnessed by everyone in the Seven Colors group.

An awkward atmosphere ensued.

Generally, you should greet them and wish them a successful performance.

But those words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't bring himself to say them.

Yuan Xiao kept his eyes straight ahead and walked further and further away from the three women.

As if knowing this would happen, he left behind a cold and indifferent back view.

Did they ever imagine they would embarrass themselves in front of 300 people?

Ahead, Su Che's voice drifted over.

"No."

How do you feel now? Are you happy?

No.

"The Revenge Bureau doesn't need to wait for Mosse at all. As long as they successfully complete their own part, they can crush Aquairo. Why aren't you happy?"

"Because that kind of water color isn't 'water color'."

Yuan Xiao's face stiffened.

He said, word by word:

That's not my "water color".

"."

Upon hearing this, Su Che paused for three seconds.

He nodded immediately.

"Without your 'watery hue,' it truly isn't watery hue."

-

……

An Qing walked to the center of the stage.

Today, she was the center of attention.

Although it's unclear why Tianlai has so many people, judging from the light boards below the stage, they are most likely there for the headlining band.

Like Shui Se, I was merely someone who overheard things incidentally.

but,