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[If this is the level of a ‘Center’ candidate for ‘Youth With You,’ I’m losing faith in this show.]

LIS tms all you’ve got and you’re dreaming ot bemg tne ‘Likes King’ < you snould go back and practice more.]

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Even Lu Yan’s fans had quieted down, hesitant to voice any support.

Lu Yan glanced at the crowd’s reaction and knew he was utterly doomed.

Furious but helpless, he couldn’t vent his frustration.

He had chosen “Mountain Ghost Ballard” precisely because he had studied opera and was confident in nailing the operatic portions of the song.

On top of that, being a song with traditional elements, he expected it to attract more fans than Xie Yu’s group’s English song.

Furthermore, Tianle Media had arranged special treatment for him with the production team.

He had the best equipment, a luxury that other groups didn’t enjoy. Everything was perfectly set up, but who could have predicted Si Fuqing’s unexpected move?

He absolutely didn’t believe her claim that she’d learned the song in such a short time!

She must have been hiding her real talents, aiming to target him at this crucial moment!

“Our public judges are ready, and it’s time for the voting again,” the host raised his hand. “You have one minute to vote for your favorite trainee!” “If you don’t give a ‘Like,’ it will be considered an abstention. So, please hurry!” Time ticked by, each second lifting Lu Yan’s heart higher and higher.

After one minute, the rankings were revealed.

No.l Lu Yan 459

No.2 Ye Qingyou 458

The moment these numbers appeared, the noise level in the venue spiked. “Lu Yan only has one more ‘Like’ than Ye Qingyou?!”

“Isn’t Lu Yan the ‘Center’? How come he couldn’t even beat Ye Qingyou, who’s just a dancer?”

“If Si Fuqing can sing the original version of ‘Mountain Ghost Ballard,’ and Lu Yan, who has studied opera, gives us a mediocre performance, who can he blame?”

“The winner of our fourth round is—” The host was clearly shocked and paused before announcing, “Ye Qingyou’s group! Congratulations!”

Lu Yan clenched his fists, his face turning slightly pale.

It was bad enough that his ‘Likes’ count wasn’t as high as Xie Yu’s, but now he had also lost the group duel.

Unwilling to accept this, he cast a resentful glance towards the highest seat, his heart burning with envy and anger. That was supposed to be his spot!

It was all Si Fuqing’s fault.

“Hey, our judges also have something to say!” The host pointed the microphone towards the audience. ‘What would you like to say?”

Fans in the audience shouted a few phrases.

“Oh, it looks like we’re giving ‘Likes’ to Teacher Si as well,” the host exclaimed, a touch surprised. After a quick consultation through his earpiece, presumably with the director, he continued, “Alright, let’s take one minute to give our ‘Likes’ to Teacher Si Fuqing.”

This time, it didn’t even take a full minute for the numbers to appear on the screen.

There, in bright red next to Si Fuqing’s name, was the striking figure of 1000.

A full 1000 ‘Likes’—not a single one missing.

“It seems Teacher Si is the true ‘Likes King’ of the day,” the host said, smiling.

“One thousand ‘Likes.’ What would you like to say, Teacher Si?”

“Xie Yu, better stay seated, ” Si Fuqing raised her chin slightly and grinned, “If you dare to get up today, I’ll let you know what it feels like to never see tomorrow’s sun.”

Xie Yu:

[hahahahaha, Xie Yu’s assertiveness is completely lost in front of Teacher Si.] [Anyone shipping this couple? Hold on, let me just set up a forum for us!] [What kind of heresy is this? Go away, go away, go away!]

Even the director couldn’t help but marvel at how every highlight seemed to center around Si Fuqing and Xie Yu.

Checking the live streaming data backstage, he felt his spirits soar.

The performances that followed failed to capture the audience’s attention.

Some in the audience were dozing off, while others were still absorbed in Si Fuqing’s earlier singing.

“It’s incredible, truly incredible,” Pei Mengzhi marveled. “Si Fuqing may be young, but she has such a commanding presence. These trainees really listen to her.”

He scrutinized Xie Yu, who was sitting in the elevated ‘Likes King’ seat. A sense of inexplicable familiarity nagged at him.

Pei Mengzhi nudged Yu Yao’s arm. “Look at him, Xie Yu. Have you ever seen him in the city of Sijiu?”

Yu Yao turned his gaze toward Xie Yu.

Just then, as if sensing his attention, Xie Yu lowered his head, his eyes meeting Yu Yao’s directly.

At that moment, there was no smile on Xie Yu’s face, his foxy eyes cold.

A king-like condescension.

Yu Yao felt somewhat uncomfortable.

He furrowed his brows and averted his gaze. “Never seen him.”

“That’s strange,” said Pei Mengzhi. “The way he carries himself—you can tell he comes from an prestigious family.”

Yu Yao had little interest in Xie Yu.

But upon hearing this, he remarked casually, “Unlikely. Prestigious families wouldn’t allow their direct heirs to enter the entertainment industry. At most, they might dabble in it for fun..”