Updated: Nov 5
The trainee standing in the center of the stage was very good-looking. He was all dressed up, and it was obvious that he had prepared meticulously. His makeup was also done exquisitely, and he could be regarded as a handsome boy whom many girls would turn heads for.
But the people who could participate in survival programs like this were all pretty attractive. Even if they had normal features, their appearances would still be considered acceptable after putting on their stage outfits and makeup.
The problem lay in the fact that this trainee from Fenghua Entertainment seemed to be very confident.
Producer Cui Zhihao, who had a relatively warm attitude since the start of the recording, looked dull. There was no evident expression on his face.
He repeated the trainee's words in a steady but cold tone, "You said your total training period was only three days?"
The trainee seemed like he was waiting for the mentors to notice this problem. He confirmed that he was indeed a trainee for three days without restraint.
Inexplicably, he had somewhat of a superior attitude. It was like he was saying 'I only trained for three days. It's understandable if I'm bad. But if I'm better than some of you who have trained for a long time, it would only mean that I will become very strong in the future. So what’s the point of me working so hard?'
Yin Suli stared at this trainee for a while before slamming the ballpoint pen on the table. She leaned back in her chair and with her eyebrows raised, she asked with seemingly great interest, "Then, what do you know?"
This simple-minded, first-time participant looked very confident. He smiled and said, "I like singing, and the company also provided some training lessons in the basics. I can also freestyle rap."
"I see." Yin Suli looked at him with what seemed to be a forced smile and didn't make any additional comments. She simply continued in a concise manner, "You can start your performance first. You don't have much history for us to discuss, after all."
Zhou Cun was stunned for a moment. He seemed a little embarrassed, but also a little unwilling.
However, he didn’t have the power to say anything. Even if he felt suffocated, he couldn't talk back to the senior who had debuted over twenty years ago and still enjoyed popularity. He could only let go of the lines he had prepared for a long time and start right away.
Yin Suli's gaze turned even colder after seeing his starting pose.
Zhou Cun simply knelt on the floor with his left hand behind his back. His right hand held his mic up, and it seemed like he had even come up with a plotline.
However, this pose had no sense of beauty in it at all. It was clear that he hadn’t even managed to hit the mark. His waist was stiff and couldn't go down completely, and his legs were shaking while waiting for the music to start. It was obvious that he lacked exercise.
He obviously didn't understand that he couldn't force himself to do difficult movements as he didn't have the ability.
The entire performance was full of awkwardness, and his movements while dancing were so stiff that he was like a zombie. His singing was also terrible. He couldn't do either high or low pitches which made it even worse.
As for the rap that he said he could freestyle, in reality, even the rap portion of the song that he had prepared for in advance was a complete mess.
He seemed to have wanted to act a little wilder during the rap part, but even his face, which could be considered his only merit, also became unsightly due to his ferocious expressions.
It was obvious that even after Su Qinglan’s rap, Zhou Cun still didn’t get it. Rap isn't just simply being loud and doing some fierce expressions. This was an extremely huge understanding.
After the 'performance' ended, the atmosphere in the entire studio fell into a strange silence.
The trainees didn't dare to make remarks on anything casually. They were afraid that if they commented too much and the mentors gave him praise and encouragement instead, they would get scolded harshly by the netizens.
But if they were being honest, deep down, all the trainees felt that this kind of performance was a little out of place, especially for a first stage that was of great significance.
They could even go so far as to say that it was offensive and made them feel uncomfortable.
It didn't matter if he had no talent, didn't perform well, or made mistakes.
If he didn't have any skills, he could continue working hard and train to improve. It wasn't just him who performed poorly.
But from the attitude he showed since his first appearance, there was completely no sign of his sincerity for the stage.
What was the stage?
The stage wasn't just an opportunity, but also a place where they could express themselves. It was an embodiment of everyone's blood, sweat, and tears; the bitterness that resulted from repeated failures was unknown to the audiences. Instead, they only witnessed them gradually start to shine from that initial stumble.
TL/n: It was originally just sweat, but sweat alone sounds strange so I used blood, sweat, and tears.
A good stage had to go through a long polishing process. A one-minute performance on stage takes ten years of hard work. Behind the scenes of every moving performance were countless days and nights of practicing.
TL/n: A good performance requires great effort.