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In the audience on the first floor, many fans had excitedly risen to their feet, waving glow sticks and shouting Si Fuqing’s name.

Back in the prep room, Lu Yan was utterly restless.

The trainees in his group were also stunned.

Not all of them were proficient in the operatic style; they had chosen “Mountain Ghost Ballard” merely to complement Lu Yan.

As the center of the group, the climactic operatic part naturally fell to him.

This would have made him the highlight, garnering him more votes.

The other trainees in the group could only suppress their resentment.

But now, Si Fuqing had sung the very song they were planning to perform.

Although the cover version might be more popular, performing a cover after the original had just been done was nothing short of embarrassing.

Lu Yan clenched his fists, grinding his teeth, “She did this on purpose!”

What to do now?

Tianle Media was still in the dark, and Lin Qingyan, also a dance mentor, was even more clueless.

She sat in the mentor’s seat, her face as pale as a ghost, almost as if she were experiencing tinnitus.

How could Si Fuqing sing?!

When did she learn?

Just earlier this year, during a performance with the Starry Star Girls, Si Fuqing had remained merely a background figure!

If Si Fuqing was both beautiful and could sing, how could she, Lin Qingyan, ever outshine her?

Lin Qingyan’s hands started to tremble, her body turning cold. No one paid her any attention; everyone was immersed in the song.

“Who still waits in vain,

Who has sent on journey after journey,

The mountains and rivers have collapsed, the ending silent.”

“Boom!”

As the final note fell, so did the drumbeat.

The music ended, but the venue remained silent.

Everyone felt an inexplicable emptiness, as if something vital had been lost from their hearts.

It wasn’t until a languid, smiling voice came from the stage, “Alright, let’s snap back to reality,” that applause erupted, resounding for a long while. Lin Qingyan sat rigidly, compelled to join in the applause.

The host finally snapped out of his daze.

Wiping his sweat, he stepped forward, “May I ask on behalf of everyone,

Teacher Si, was that ‘Mountain Ghost Ballard’ you just sang?”

“Yes, it’s the ‘Mountain Ghost Ballard’ everyone knows,” Si Fuqing responded leisurely, “I personally think the original is better, so I went and learned it. Sang a few lines casually, I hope I didn’t disappoint my fans.”

Everyone: ‘ .

[Wait, is this what you call ‘singing casually’???]

[Fans: A casual line or two will do; Si Fuqing: Understood, I’ll just ‘casually’ sing in a way that leaves you no choice but to kneel.]

[High-level false modesty, I see.]

[Is there a possibility that what Si Fuqing considers ‘casual’ is different from our definition?]

[Goodness, what would it be like if she actually put effort into it?]

“Teacher Si is truly too modest,” the host said, smiling along. “We didn’t expect another big surprise from you.”

“Of course, to be a mentor, one can’t lack abilities, so I’ve been practicing in secret.” Si Fuqing turned around, twirling the microphone in her hand, “Now, it’s your turn.”

Mu Ye was still in a state of shock when he was suddenly called upon, breaking into a cold sweat.

His face turned pale, and his lips trembled, “I, I…”

“What’s the matter? Weren’t you going to battle with me?” Si Fuqing taunted, “Come on.”

Sweat dripped down Mu Ye’s forehead, and his back was soaked in cold sweat. His hands trembled even more, and he didn’t dare to look at Lu Yan’s manager in the audience.

Tianle Media had only instructed him to challenge Si Fuqing for a battle, but all of this was predicated on the assumption that Si Fuqing was inept in singing and dancing.

Who could have foreseen that not only did she not make a fool of herself, but she also directly outshone Lu Yan?

Mu Ye indeed had a background in singing.

He didn’t even have to think to know how terrible it would be for Lu Yan’s group to perform after Si Fuqing’s electrifying act.

Mu Ye’s head buzzed.

He was finished… utterly finished this time!

Once he was eliminated, he would be completely sidelined by Tianle Media.

And what about Lu Yan? What was he going to do?

“It seems you’re not up for it,” Si Fuqing said, sounding regretful. “Fine, I don’t want to hear it either. I’m looking forward to assessing the skills of the trainees in my class.”

“We indeed don’t have much time left,” the host hurriedly chimed in. “We need to move on to the group competition segment.”

“Everyone knows that while you can pick up singing in a short amount of time, dancing is a different matter,” Si Fuqing said, smoothing out the folds in her skirt. “I’m not dressed for dancing today, so I won’t be dancing.” [No worries, we can wait!]

[Teacher Si, your learning speed is terrifying. You managed to perform

‘Mountain Ghost Ballard’ so well in such a short time..]