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The camera continued to focus on the mentors’ seats.

On the screen, Si Fuqing appeared nonchalant.

She slightly lifted her chin, clearly intrigued, “Go on.”

“I apologize for all my previous words and actions,” Mu Ye said, leaning on his crutches and bowing deeply. “I’m currently unable to dance due to my leg injury, but Teacher Si once said that I’m a Vocal. I’d like to learn something about singing from you.”

“Considering I’m withdrawing from the competition, could you grant me a battle?”

His tone was sincere, and his apology seemed genuine. It was hard to find fault with him.

Si Fuqing’s eyebrows raised, “Battle with you?”

“Yes, I’m just a trainee, and you’re a mentor, so your abilities are naturally above mine,” Mu Ye said, looking her in the eye without arrogance or humility. “You wouldn’t be afraid, would you?”

The audience erupted.

[Who do you think you are to make such a request?? You’ve got some nerve!]

[I’m dying of laughter. A trainee who’s about to withdraw is making demands on a mentor. How dare you?]

[Seriously, even if Si Fuqing is only good for her looks, I’d rather be a fan of a pretty face than of someone ugly who cheats!]

[Although Mu Ye has lost some points for this, he’s not wrong. Si Fuqing is a dance mentor; she can’t be all style and no substance, right? The only reason she has that seat is because she’s connected to Xie Yu, isn’t it?]

[Team Xie Yu is really unfortunate. I bet they have to choreograph their own dances. After today, everyone except Xie Yu will probably be eliminated.]

[I’m laughing; of course Si Fuqing would be afraid. We all know what level she’s at in singing and dancing, don’t we?!]

“Mu Ye, you!”

Backstage, where they were preparing, Xu Xiyun exploded upon seeing this scene.

Rolling up his sleeves, he was about to march forward but was held back by Xie Yu.

Xu Xiyun’s face turned red with anger, “Brother Xie, Mu Ye is doing this on purpose. He wants to make Teacher Si look foolish!”

“Embarrass her?” Xie Yu remained composed. “Does he even have the ability to?

You’ve trained with Teacher Si for so long, yet you still doubt her capabilities?”

Though Si Fuqing had a laissez-faire attitude toward coaching, her guidance always struck right to the core, significantly boosting their progress.

“Ah, right,” Xu Xiyun scratched his head. “Hmph, Teacher Si will dazzle them soon enough!”

But indeed, only the six of them, her trainees, knew the extent of Si Fuqing’s skills.

The fans were entirely in the dark and deeply concerned.

“Damn it, Uncle Nine! This Mu Ye is so annoying,” Yu Tang gritted her teeth.

“He’s bullying our Qingqing like this; I want to bite him!”

Feng San pondered and felt somewhat worried, “Ms. Si is so good at fighting; she probably doesn’t play any instruments.”

The two seemed incompatible.

He couldn’t imagine Si Fuqing, with her fists made for combat, plucking strings on a zither or strumming a guitar.

“Nonsense!” Yu Tang retorted loudly. “Emperor Yin could play the guqin and various flutes, and he was a war god!” Feng San:

Could the two even be compared?

Shen Xingjun, who had managed to score a VIP box ticket thanks to his family, looked over in surprise, “Since when did you start reading history? You’ve always hated it. You even said if you could remember history, you’d study liberal arts.”

Yu Tang had passed the independent recruitment exam for Xia University at the end of last year, so she had been relatively relaxed this year.

Yu Tang beamed with pride, “Of course! I am Qingqing’s fan, and whoever she idolizes is also my idol. Don’t you agree, Uncle Nine?”

Yu Xiheng’s hand paused, and his eyes remained fixed ahead, “Having a mouth doesn’t mean you have to use it.”

Yu Tang:

She often struggled to grasp her Uncle Nine’s temperament.

This time was no different and even more puzzling.

Suddenly, Yu Tang recalled what Si Fuqing had told her: her Uncle Nine was also a fan of Emperor Yin.

As long as she praised Emperor Yin, Uncle Nine wouldn’t be angry.

“Uncle Nine, Emperor Yin is truly amazing,” Yu Tang mustered her strength to compliment, “Can you believe we have such an incredible person in Great Xia?”

Yu Xiheng finally looked at her, “Did she teach you this?”

Yu Tang excitedly replied, “Ah, yes, yes!”

It really worked.

Yu Xiheng’s eyes half-closed, his voice softening, “You think you’re like her?”

Yu Tang:

She felt like she was failing as a niece.

Back at the mentor’s seats

Li Jingchen frowned, “Mu Ye, there is no such rule, and you’re not the ‘Like

King.”‘

Only the ‘Like King’ had the privilege to initiate a battle.

“So, this is my request,” Mu Ye insisted, eyes locked on Si Fuqing. “Teacher Si?”

“You expect me to battle just because you asked?” Si Fuqing rested her chin on her hand, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “You’re truly like a trainee from Teacher Lin, both of you weigh so little..”