Chapter 188 - 188: Explosive! Could It Be God Su? (3)


    Trantor: _Min


    “It’s fine if they go early,” Lu Yan sneered with a coldugh, “better to die early and go on to the next life.”


    Without a backup band, he was curious to see how Xie Yu’s group would perform.


    In the live broadcast room, the barrage ofments became more active, especially when a particr message appeared:


    [Insider news: Xie Yu’s group’s band has left. They must have offended someone, so don’t expect them to perform today.]


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    [Eh, where’s Teacher Si? Why isn’t she in the mentor’s seat?] [Maybe she had to leave for a bit.]


    [The other three mentors are all sitting in their seats. She’s really unprofessional. Every behind-the-scenes footage shows her resting in the dance studio. What does she actually teach?]


    “Producer, are we still ying music?” a staff member called out. “It’s almost time.”


    “y it!” the producer, intently focused, replied. “I believe in Teacher Si.” But how would theyproceed?


    The staff member nodded, connected the music track, and yed the music.


    Lively music filled the hall, and the fans held their breath.


    The producer was also very nervous. “Thump.”


    An ethereal drumbeat broke the silence.


    “Thump, thump!”


    As the drumbeats grew more intense, the stage curtains were drawn back, revealing the rising tform, and the group made their entrance.


    Although the first performance was dark rock, this time Si Fuqing had chosen a fast-paced butpletely different style for Xie Yu’s group.


    The six performers wore white suits with golden patterns, their hair dyed a pale gold.


    [Wow, this styling is amazing! Xie Yu with golden hair looks incredible!] [Xu Xiyun looks like an angel who fell to earth and lost his memory, haha.]


    [I knew Xie Yu’s group would never disappoint! I’m already looking forward to their next performance’s styling!]


    [Who’s the stylist? I need a dozen like them!]


    Stage styling is crucial as the visual impact is the first impression.


    Even though the show’s financial backers had tried to suppress Xie Yu’s group in makeup and design, their two stage stylings were more stunning each time.


    The mystery of who designed them remained unsolved.


    The prelude was a dance segment, with the sound of drums and guitar bass blending with the background music, gradually igniting the atmosphere.


    The audience soon realized that the apaniment was different from usual. [Shh, listen! Today’s apaniment sounds different, it’s special.]


    [It seems there’s no keyboardist, just guitar, bass, and drums, but it sounds amazing!]


    [One minute, I need all the info on the bassist and drummer!]


    Backstage, where the trainees couldn’t see the front stage, the sound still filtered through.


    Hearing the drumbeats, Lu Yan stood up in an instant, inplete disbelief.


    His face contorted with anger, he raged, “Who?! Who’s ying for them? The band just left this morning, how can someone still be apanying them?!”


    This n had been in the works since the second performance’s song selection was finalized.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Dying it to thest day was meant to leave Xie Yu’s group with no time to


    recover.


    But now, why were there still sounds of instruments?


    How could someone coordinate so well in such a short time?


    Lu Yan, restless and furious, wanted to rush out but could only clench his fists and stay put, his face red with anger.


    As the prelude ended, Xie Yu’s powerful voice entered.


    “Thump!”


    His voice and the drumbeat fused, reaching a crescendo.


    [So good, so good, so good!]


    [Who said the band left? Are they deaf? They really like to spread rumors.]


    [Camera crew, give us a shot, let us see!]


    Finally, the lights shed, moving from the center of the stage to the front of the instruments at the back right.


    Secondster, the light shed back to the center, but in those few seconds, it had clearly illuminated the face of the bassist.


    Si Fuqing, with only eyeshadow on, was bathed in the light that fell on her fairplexion.


    With one hand hooked on the strings of the bass and her fox-like eyes sweeping lightly, she looked like a soul-capturing fox when she lifted her gaze and then lowered her eyes, shimmering with a captivating allure.


    As if sensing the camera on her, she raised her head, smilingzily with the corners of her eyes curling up, and waved her empty hand.


    “Thump!”


    The audience felt their hearts being seized, tightening abruptly.


    The venue fell into dead silence!


    After a dozen seconds, someone finally reacted, going wild.


    [AH AH AH AH AH, MY WIFEY!!!]


    [Holy cow, Si Fuqing isn’t in the mentor’s seat but is personally ying for them??]


    [A celestial mentor! Teacher Si is reliable; she really steps up when needed.]


    [Come on, those who said Teacher Si is irresponsible, show yourselves. Still got your face? If so, let me help you lose it [smile]]


    The spotlight remained focused on the center stage.


    The apaniment and the music blended perfectly, coupled with Xie Yu’s dance and Shi Yu’s singing, the stage effect was explosive.


    The fans at the scene went wild.


    “Wife, look at me!”


    “Shine the light on my wife!”


    Although the fans shouted so, they all understood that Si Fuqing had chosen to stay in the darkest corner, adding poprity to the group’s performance without overshadowing them.


    At the mentor’s seat.


    Lin Qingyan almost couldn’t help standing up.


    She stared intently ahead, her fingernails digging into her palms.


    She could ept Si Fuqing singing, as singing could be quickly picked up in a short time. But the bass?!


    The level of proficiency disyed was not something that could be learned in a few days.


    Lin Qingyan had heard about Xie Yu’s group’s band being pulled out and was fully in a mood to watch a disaster unfold.


    However, the reality pped her hard in the face.


    Not only did Xie Yu’s group avoid embarrassment, but they also boosted Si Fuqing’s poprity even more.


    How could this be?!


    [The bassist is Teacher Si, but who’s the drummer? That drumming posture, even just the silhouette, is so cool, wuwuwu.]


    [I’m so immersed, I’ve already imagined a handsome guy.]


    [Maybe an amateur?]


    [Brothers and sisters, I have a bold guess. Look, God Su just posted a location-tagged Weibo, and then a celestial drummer appears here, so… could it be God Su?!!] [WHAT WHAT WHAT???]


    [That’s a pretty bold guess.]


    As the climax approached, the music suddenly intensified, and the sound of the drums grew denser.


    The lights trembled abruptly!


    All eyes once again focused on the back right of the stage..</font>