Xue Mingzhu forcibly swallowed the word “seductive”, looked up directly into those familiar green eyes, and clicked his tongue: “Quentin, I couldn’t tell you actually have such a…good figure.”
He held back, but still couldn’t resist and raised his hand with a look of envy and poked. The full and firm touch made him mutter unwillingly: “Tsk… Aren’t you still a minor? Where does a high school student who buries his head in books all day find time to work out…… Can learning dance have this effect?”
Shouldn’t normal high school students be white, boiled chicken like him? He at least had a little bit of abs and a v-line from being thin, and that already beat everyone in his dorm, ok?!
Yan Qiao beside him subconsciously compared his own physique to the scene before him in his mind, thinking: ‘Practicing dance definitely doesn’t have this function.’
How could someone’s body lines be as exquisite as jade carvings…
Most men judge a good figure based on how big the muscle mass is, and how strong it is.
But for entertainment industry artists, especially boy group idols, having muscles that are too bulky can actually limit their styling and stage presence, even causing negative effects like facial bloating or a thicker neck.
The target audience for boy groups is generally young women. BKL had specifically conducted market research on this: compared to powerfully muscular builds, girls tend to prefer slender, lean thin muscles. Clothes hangers with broad shoulders, narrow waists, and long legs are the most popular, and this is also the most standard boy group image.
So BKL had always required its signed artists to meet this standard. Over time, Yan Qiao developed a sharp and picky aesthetic.
At this moment, as he looked at the boy standing by the wooden door of 303, he had only one thought in his mind.
—Quentin would drive BKL’s top talent scouts crazy.
For those scouts with their noses in the air, failing to personally unearth this promising talent who actually grew up in Yanhai City would absolutely be the biggest, and unforgettable regret in their careers.
Yan Wenbing and Zhou Zilin, who were squeezing in at the back, were even more wide-eyed.
Especially Zhou Zilin. He had been in the entertainment industry for years and had never seen such flawless beauty in person, and it was a man!
An underage boy!
It was devastating! How are people supposed to live!
….Do mixed-race people have a genetic advantage in fitness too?
Fortunately, Quentin’s hair was already half-dry. If they had arrived just a few minutes earlier, they would have witnessed the freshly-showered version of Quentin that had stunned Wen Xinyi and Fang Xu, the one with the plus level of sensual allure.
Quentin ignored Xue Mingzhu’s hand poking his chest, glanced at the box on the floor, and asked: “Are all these clothes for our dorm?”
Before Xue Mingzhu could answer, Zhou Zilin spoke up from behind with a laugh: “Yes, you’re in a three-person dorm, right? Are Wen Xinyi and Fang Xu both here?”
“They’re both here.”
Quentin bent down, lifted the entire cardboard box, turned around, and stepped into the room.
He walked two steps then stopped, looking back at the four people at the door: “Why are you still standing there? Aren’t you coming in?”
It didn’t take four people to deliver one box of clothes. Xue Mingzhu was probably here for him, and the other three likely wanted to get to know their future Class A classmates, right?
Although Quentin had no experience with shared accommodation, he didn’t mind this kind of lively atmosphere of a large group.
He wasn’t shy, just not used to initiating conversation. Seeing the four boys curiously peeking into the dorm and squeezing in cautiously, he simply turned around and placed the box in the corner next to the wardrobe.
The people behind him started chattering. Quentin didn’t interrupt, just squatted next to the cardboard box while listening, looking through the clothes with name tags.
Xue Mingzhu squatted down next to him, raising his arm to hook it around Quentin’s neck:
“Hey, stop looking, you can look later. Which bed is yours? Let me sit for a bit.”
“…”
Quentin lifted his eyelids to glance at him.
The boy’s sharp eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the shadow cast by his fluffy black hair. A small, bright spot of light floated on the tip of his nose.
He silently bore the weight of the arm on his shoulder and stood up, almost carrying Xue Mingzhu on his back, and walked towards the bed by the window.
Xue Mingzhu didn’t hold back his strength either, and half his body hung onto Quentin. His two hands were dishonestly pinching and squeezing Quentin’s shoulders and arms, his expression growing more and more envious, and his eyes kept drifting towards Quentin’s chest eagerly.
He heard that chest muscles are soft when relaxed……
Tsk, he couldn’t tell.
But so white, and a bit fragrant too, was it the smell of shampoo and body wash?
By the time they successfully sat down on the bed, Quentin’s robe had been rubbed askew, his left shoulder half exposed, the collar hanging diagonally on the slightly bulging part of his arm.
He casually used his fingers to hook the collar and pulled it towards the center. His slender legs hung over the edge of the bed, his ankle bones thin and delicate, the faint blue-green veins visible on the tops of his feet.
Looking at him alone, one could never imagine he was just sitting on an ordinary wooden bed in a boys’ dorm.
With such looks and temperament, he should be lying in the center of a large European-style bed with soft, glossy silk sheets, his hanging legs and bare feet stepping on a goose-down cushion at the foot of the bed.
Layers of luxurious silk should cascade down from the bed’s canopy, faintly veiling the figure of the black-haired, green-eyed boy.
This image made one feel they shouldn’t look, yet they couldn’t look away for a moment. Their eyes seemed glued to him, and they would feel regretful for missing even a second.
Honestly, it didn’t have much to do with how much or little he was wearing. A thin bamboo pole or a beer belly could walk down the street shirtless and no one would care.
But with a figure as good as Quentin’s, even if he’s wrapped up tightly from neck to toe, he could still be praised as an ascetic cool guy.
But the more they looked, the more they felt heaven was unfair, that Nüwa was partial. They were all men, why was he so handsome, had such a good figure, sang so well, and could also dance (gritting teeth)!
The lively conversation in the dorm weakened a bit. Those standing followed suit and sat on the other two beds.
“Shh…guys, look what I brought.”
Zhou Zilin lowered his voice and pulled out a rustling plastic bag from his pocket. Inside the bag was something shaped like a jar.
He made a gesture of pulling his collar, signaling Xue Mingzhu and Yan Qiao to remove their microphones, whispering: “Luckily the cameras in your dorm are covered…”
[Next Stage] had several member-exclusive spin-off variety shows, among which [NS-Dorm Life] needed footage of the trainees’ dorm life. Therefore, the program team specifically instructed them not to block the cameras unless for special circumstances like changing clothes.
Actually, according to the program team’s intention, they hoped these trainees wouldn’t block the cameras even when changing clothes.
After all, they were a group of boys, what was the need for hiding? Perhaps many trainees who worked out diligently would be happy to show off their muscles in front of the camera to gain some popularity.
Wen Xinyi, who was sitting next to Zhou Zilin, heard his whisper and looked towards the opposite bed somewhat unnaturally.
Sigh… covering the camera at the time was a completely subconscious action…he subconsciously felt that Quentin’s appearance wasn’t suitable for too many people to see.
Thinking about it carefully now, Quentin’s attire wasn’t actually revealing. Many male celebrities wore vacuum deep V suits on the red carpet. What was the big deal about wearing a robe after a shower?
“…..Ta-da! Spicy! Beef!”
Zhou Zilin unpacked a glass jar from the plastic bag, holding it up like the Goddess Of Victory holding her torch and introducing it with cadence.
“Sichuan hometown specialty, fresh, fragrant, salty, spicy, made with authentic yellow beef, the taste is absolutely unique! Babies passing by, definitely don’t miss out, click the link below to purchase, follow the streamer to receive a lucky bag coupon, babies who like it, click the little heart to show your support ha.”
Yan Wenbing was stunned, and couldn’t help but laugh: “Awesome, Brother Zhou, so that’s what you were being so secretive about back then? How did you manage it? Didn’t the program check our luggage?”
The inspection measures were as strict as high-speed rail security. The staff had found almost ten boxes of various snacks and instant food from their suitcases, and all were ruthlessly confiscated by the director, not even leaving them a stick of gum.
“Fuck… is this a hallucination before death?” Xue Mingzhu stared at the glass jar, his eyes glowing green.
He muttered: “I’ve been eating broccoli, purple cabbage, corn kernels all day, I’m really going to vomit………The chicken breast in the cafeteria is just purely boiled in water, not even cut up, at most sprinkled with some pepper, can’t even cover the meaty smell, prison food isn’t this insulting………”
Wen Xinyi also couldn’t help staring at the jar of beef, sighing: “I originally brought over ten packs of instant noodles, all confiscated.”
Among those present, only Yan Qiao had formally undergone BKL’s rigorous trainee training, while Fang Xu had been dieting and exercising with his teammate for three months before the program recording started.
So only the two of them adapted well to today’s lunch and dinner meals. The others, after singing, dancing, clapping, and shouting all day recording the program, and eating two meals of weight-loss light food, only felt bitterness in their mouths and their stomachs neither full nor empty. Thinking that such days would last for three months, they instantly felt like life was hopeless.
Quentin looked at the jar of beef and said honestly: “It looks really delicious.”
He had a pure Chinese stomach. In his previous life, he spent 15 years trying to adapt to foreign cuisine, and had to go to Chinatown to eat every now and then.
Over time, global fans all knew which streets, which shops, which vendors were the most likely places to run into Quentin.
The owners of the shops Quentin frequented in his past life were each more business-savvy than the last. Some framed the autographed photos and hung them at the front desk, others marked [Quentin’s favorite] on the menu.
Some were even enthusiastically dedicated an entire wall to display Quentin’s albums and merchandise, making it a special fan check-in point for Quentin’s fans.
He single-handedly sparked a “Chinese food craze” across half the globe. During that time, food bloggers on YouTube and TikTok all unanimously started making vlog series on Eastern cuisine, and Chinatowns was forever packed with people.
Sensing business opportunities, even more and more Chinese people crossed oceans to do business in the US, and Chinese-made instant food on cross-border e-commerce platforms was always sold out.
It was also these major events that drove global trends that made various world-renowned brands realize Quentin’s commercial value. After a brief evaluation period, they rushed to send collaboration invitations to this young singer who was only 20 years old.
Zhou Zilin laughed generously: “Don’t stand on ceremony, everyone. I have two more jars over there. Our dorm doesn’t have a fridge so this stuff won’t last long, let’s finish it quickly in the next couple of days.”
The jar was stuffed full of beef and chili peppers that made one’s mouth water. As he twisted the lid, the fresh, fragrant, spicy aroma spread in the dorm. The red oil on the surface shimmered with an alluring color. Several gulping sounds were heard one after another.
“I’ll go open the window.” Yan Qiao stood up, “In case the program team suddenly comes by, they might smell it. Let’s ventilate the room in advance.”
“Okay, you’re so thoughtful. How about we just stand by the window to eat?”
Zhou Zilin waved his hand over the jar opening, closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the beef aroma: “Mmm…so fragrant! I didn’t bring chopsticks, brothers, but don’t be polite. If your hands are dirty, go wash them. Let’s just eat with our hands.”
As the saying goes, ‘ The one who eats is soft-mouthed, and the one who takes has short hands’.
Zhou Zilin was 32 this year, a full 15 years older than the youngest, Quentin.
Originally, everyone called him Brother Zhou out of respect for his senior status. After this jar of beef was revealed, this ‘Brother’ was called with even more heartfelt respect.
Seven boys gathered in a circle by the windowsill, enjoying the breeze. Coincidentally, the wind was strong tonight, and their hair was blown into disarray. They chatted non-stop while eating the beef, and unconsciously, their relationships with each other became much closer.
“Brother Zhou, is this made at your home? (chew chew chew) The taste is amazing!”
“Of course, it’s a skill passed down from my grandma’s ancestors. I guarantee you won’t forget this taste after trying it once.”
“Ahem, Brother Zhou, let’s exchange WeChat after the program finishes? I’ll look for you to buy beef then. I want to buy over ten jars to stock in my fridge.”
“Count me in, I love spicy food especially. Brother Zhou, I’ll live at your shop from now on!”
“Come on, come on, everyone, don’t stand on ceremony. I’ll give you a 10% discount. I’ll go back and tell my grandma I closed a big business deal on this trip, haha.”
As they ate, the topic of their conversation gradually returned to the survival show.
“Tch, I sat for eight hours today, my butt is numb… It’s past eleven now, and we have to wake up early tomorrow. How many hours can we sleep… Last season’s girl group show woke up at 7 AM, I think?”
“Yeah, they woke up at 7 and gathered in the practice room at 7:30.”
“So early…… I haven’t woken up at that time since graduating high school. I’m more often still awake at 7 AM without having slept.”
Yan Wenbing swallowed the food in his mouth, and suddenly remembered something: “Oh, I think today is the day the vlogs are released, isn’t it?”
A few days ago, the “NS” official account posted a preview on the forum.
@[Next Stage] Official
Topic: [Do you want to know what the boys did to prepare before embarking on their dream-chasing journey?]
Content: [Some seized the time to practice in the studio, some went shopping for pots, pans, bowls, and ladles, some brought 10kg dumbbells on the plane, and others diligently did major house cleaning, and scheduled at-home cat feeding services for their cats for the next three months… The passionate boy group debut battle is about to begin. For more exciting content, please pay attention to the 101 trainee vlog compilation updated on Youth TV at 12:00 noon on September 18th~! [Scatter flowers][Scatter flowers]]
At that time, Quentin was staying in the recording studio day and night writing and recording songs. The system didn’t mention it, so he didn’t pay attention to this matter.
Now hearing Yan Wenbing bring it up, he paused for a second before realizing this vlog probably referred to the five-minute luggage preparation vlog the system had reminded him to film.
Zhou Zilin scratched his head: “Oh, that. I even borrowed a GoPro from my manager to film that. I filmed my morning jog, hanging laundry, making breakfast……… What did you all film?”
Yan Qiao slowly ate two slices of beef, then took a tissue from his pocket and wiped his fingers clean.
Leaning against the windowsill with a satisfied expression, he answered lazily: “Cleaning the room, packing luggage, feeding the cat. It’s the same old things.”
Wen Xinyi smiled: “So you’re the trainee feeding the cat that the forum mentioned. What I filmed was simpler, just packing the suitcase.”
“Does the BKL dorm allow cats?” Yan Wenbing asked strangely, “I have a friend at BKL too. I heard their trainee dorms are managed very strictly, it seems like pets aren’t allowed.”
Yan Qiao shrugged: “They’re not allowed, but I moved out, I don’t live at the company.”
Yan Wenbing looked at him thoughtfully for a moment: “You don’t live at the company? Are you a local of Yanhai?”
Yan Qiao: “No, I rent nearby.”
“Near BKL……the rent must be really expensive.” Zhou Zilin said with a sigh, “I’m over thirty and still haven’t managed to buy an apartment in Yanhai. I hope my value increases a bit after recording this program. So poor.”
He himself obviously didn’t expect to debut. His company only wanted him to ride the wave of popularity, showcase his skills, and get his face out there, so that future activities like releasing albums or performing at music festivals would attract more attention.
Sigh, after all, boy group survival shows don’t rely entirely on skill, the most important thing is popularity.
When it comes to attracting the affection of young girls, how could a 30+ old man like him compete with these kids around 20 years old?
Moreover, even if it’s to compare skills, these young kids in Class A weren’t much weaker than him, especially the youngest one. His powerful, effortless control of the stage made him feel ashamed of his own inferiority.
Thinking of this, Zhou Zilin unconsciously shifted his gaze toward the left side of the window, and happened to meet a handsome face with flushed cheeks.
The boy’s eyes were as calm as ever, but his pupils carried a trace of moisture. The hint of emerald green was even clearer and more dazzling than the moon in the sky.
“Quentin, ” Fang Xu reached out and handed over a disposable cup filled more than halfway with water, and asked in a low voice: “Do you want some water?”
Quentin was standing by the window, his own bed to his left and Xue Mingzhu on his right. Fang Xu was separated from him by three people, so his sudden reaching motion drew the attention of the people around them.
Quentin licked his lips, his eyes half-lowered, and unconsciously sucking in air. His whole body felt hot from the spiciness, and his voice was muffled and hoarse: “Thank you…”
Quentin took the cup and drank it all in one go.
Here’s the clean translation:
His slender neck stretched with undulating lines as he tilted his head back to swallow. Patches of red bloomed on his pale skin, like rouge that had been smeared and rubbed.
Xue Mingzhu stared for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hand and placed it on one side of Quentin’s neck. His palm touched the slightly cool skin, and his thumb pressed down and rubbed it a couple of times.
He clicked his tongue in amazement, his tone carrying a bit of casual familiarity as he teased: “If you can’t handle spicy food, don’t push yourself. You’ve only had a few bites, and you’re already red. Are you allergic to chili?”
“No.” Quentin finished the water and glanced down at Xue Mingzhu’s hand: “……Did you wash your hands?”
Xue Mingzhu: “? I didn’t use this hand just now.”
Tch, how could he touch Quentin with a dirty hand? He had carefully washed his hands with soap over ten minutes ago.
“I’m just hot.”
Quentin tilted his neck away to avoid Xue Mingzhu’s hand then looked up at the others: “….What’s wrong?”
‘Why did everyone suddenly stop talking?’
Zhou Zilin looked away: “……Haha, it’s nothing. This jar of beef is indeed quite spicy. I have another jar of mildly spicy beef over there. Let’s eat it together another time when we’re free.”
Yan Wenbing looked at Quentin, his gaze deepening slightly, and asked seemingly casually: “By the way, Quentin, what did you film for your vlog?”
Quentin still felt his tongue was somewhat numb and there was a burning sensation in his throat.
He loved spicy food, but unfortunately, to protect his voice, he couldn’t eat too much of it usually. Over time, his tolerance for spiciness decreased. Just eating one or two slices of beef left him unable to speak.
But no one found his earlier silence unusual, as if it was normal for him to be this taciturn.
He felt slightly better after drinking the cup of water, and answered: “Same as Wen Xinyi, just packing luggage, I didn’t film anything else.”
Wen Xinyi, whose name was mentioned, was startled, then smiled, his eyes curving: “Huh? What a coincidence.”
His tone became depressed: “Even though the notice from the program team said to film a five-minute departure vlog preparing luggage, how did you all have so many ideas? I didn’t even think of filming those other things.”
Quentin nodded in agreement: “Plus one.”
Yan Wenbing chuckled: “What, that’s nothing. You guys are so handsome, no matter what you film, there will be many people watching. Believe it or not, even if you two just sat silently for five minutes doing nothing, your vlog would be one of the most viewed.”
Once he said this, everyone’s expressions became subtle.
Who didn’t know that when the official photos were announced a week ago, the trainee with the highest popularity was “mixed-race divine beauty” Quentin, closely followed by “male god main vocal” Wen Xinyi, plus “young general” Qi Yang, whose base number of fans leaves the other trainees behind by ten blocks.
Needless to say, before the main program even started, the outside world’s attention on these three would far exceed that of the remaining 98 trainees.
And after watching today’s initial stage performances, most trainees felt slightly less wary of Qi Yang.
—This film academy graduate campus male god had all his skill points invested in acting. He had no prior singing or dancing foundation. The only praiseworthy thing was his expression management in front of the camera.
Quentin and Wen Xinyi were different.
These two, possessing every advantage under heaven and earth, were inevitably the top two who made the other trainees feel the strongest sense of crisis.
The system quietly popped up: “Host, he’s right. Your vlog and Wen Xinyi’s vlog have very high views on Youth TV.”
Quentin didn’t care much, but thinking that the vlogs of the six main characters should have considerable attention, he asked: “Who are the top ten?”
“Ranked by views, Qi Yang, Wen Xinyi, you, Yan Qiao, Zhou Zilin, Zhong Qu, Bi Xiao, Cui Yan, Lu Kui, Wu Qichang.”
After saying this, the system immediately added: “But Qi Yang and Wen Xinyi’s views were boosted by organized fan support groups. Yours are the real views!”
Quentin matched the list in his mind: “……Why isn’t Xue Mingzhu there?”
The system quickly searched the keywords and summarized the reason: “Xue Mingzhu’s vlog was only three minutes long, and he didn’t show his face for the first minute. But the main reason is that he didn’t use his real name when participating in rap competitions before. Most viewers didn’t recognize him as the champion of the youth group in the rap competition three years ago.”
Quentin hummed in acknowledgment, thinking: “It’s normal that he’s not there. It can’t be that all six main characters have top attention early on. According to novel tropes, some start at max level, while others develop more low-key.”
However, he didn’t expect Qi Yang’s popularity to be this high.
Quentin remembered that the initial stage performance of the Wanming Pictures trio was quite average. Only Qi Yang got a C, while Huo Donghua and Qiao Xue were both in Class F… genuine Class F ratings, not that they ended up there after being filtered down from the initial Class A selection.
Perhaps Qi Yang was following the “vase” route?
Quentin recalled some entertainment industry-themed novels he had browsed last week; a male god actor switching tracks midway to participate in a boy group survival show and standing out through audience appeal and beauty. This kind of plot is also very main character-like.
He was communicating with the system in his mind while the Class A trainees beside him were still eating and chatting. He occasionally felt the faint gazes drifting towards him from all around, and not all the looks were kind.
Quentin looked out the window and slowly yawned.
He was a bit tired.
…. There was also that original book plot transmission in the dream. He didn’t know what content it would have.
It should be about Yan Qiao.
His gaze swept over Yan Qiao sitting on the opposite bed. The latter had his legs crossed lazily and was leaning his shoulder against the bedpost, his hair messy. The sleepiness between his eyebrows and eyes gave his face a hint of sensuality.
If you added a cigarette to that, the feeling of unfulfilled desire in the aftermath would be even stronger.
The flirtatious-looking boy felt Quentin’s gaze, looked up, and after meeting his eyes, smiled.
He silently mouthed the words: “Team mate?”
Quentin kept a straight face and nodded in response: “Hmm.”
Topic: [Ahhhh I’m going crazy, does anyone get it, the black-haired green-eyednoble young master instantly turned into a little black cat pawing through a suitcase, I beg to ask where the exit button is for Quentin’s vlog…]
1L: [You can tell from the official photo that… this man is a godly beauty.]
2L: [No makeup, natural look, black hoodie, black pants + hotel slippers, the boyfriend vibe is maxed out!
Super handsome guy, it doesn’t matter if you talk little, I’m willing to watch you pack luggage for a lifetime TATttt]
3L: [What little black cat, clearly this a green-eyed black panther!! (shouts) I swear to follow the panther sect forever!]
4L: [Check 1:36 for a surprise, hehe, oversize hoodie yyds]
5L: [Ahhhh such an amazing body, it’s like Apollo from ancient Greece traveled through time, a marble statue carved by Michelangelo, a cold and aloof male model on a CBD big screen, the heartthrob headliner at a top luxury club]
6L: [This is how us QT body fans are…… broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, superbly delicate white skin, nipples are pi!nk!]
7L: [Slurp, screenshot saved, secretly tucked into the favorites folder]
8L: [Husband….husband…! Husband…!! Look at me!!!]
Topic: [Today’s poison-milk, NS survival show debut spot prediction post [fist] [fist][fist]]
1L: [Honestly, a few are really stable, the kind that will definitely debut]
2L: [+1, QT, Wen, Qi, the three have overwhelming popularity, debut spots are guaranteed]
3L: [No need… the program hasn’t even started airing and you’re predicting here, opening champagne at halftime isn’t as outrageous as you guys]
4L: [If you don’t want to watch then get lost→]
5L: [QT’s beauty kills, Wen has face + singing skills, Qi has a fanbase from hit dramas, it’s normal for them to have high popularity currently, but it might not be certain after the program starts airing.
Analyzing carefully, QT’s forum account is brand new, and he parachuted into the program one week before recording, he’s most likely just a civilian handsome boy.
But with his face, as long as there are no hardware issues like a duck voice/limbs running away/tongue-tied singing, or character issues like slacking off and dragging down teammates/stupid and bad, I think he can still debut.
After all, the face is really flawless [thumbs up]]
6L: [Even a dog would praise QT’s godly looks.His stunning looks are cleaner than a plate licked by a dog.]
7L: [I have no objection to QT debuting, even if he’s useless at singing and dancing I don’t care, sister is willing to spend money for this face.]
8L: [Following 5L’s analysis, Wen has face and skill, plus Xinda’s support, he’s the only Xinda Media trainee in the program. I personally think his debut spot is the most stable.]
9L: [As for Qi Yang……uh, I don’t understand why he’s participating in NS,
Is he just here to show his face and leech heat?
A young actor in his career development phase, what popularity is he grabbing from a survival show…wouldn’t it be better to take on roles and join crews while riding the wave from last year’s ancient idol drama? But his fan base does indeed crush the other trainees, probably his early ranking will be very high, but it’s very likely to drop in the mid-to-late stages.
Debut is quite uncertain, Wanming Pictures’s resources are all in film and TV dramas. I’d definitely burn incense and pray every day for him to at least make it to the finals and then get eliminated at the cutoff…]
10L: [I can tell the poster above is biased against Qi Yang
QT is useless at singing and dancing but can debut by face, while a professional academy graduate actor needs to be eliminated, haha]
11L: [Wen Xinyi most stable +1, if this brother doesn’t debut I’ll report the program for having shady dealings.]
12L: [Wen’s singing is really top notch, I remember before there were insiders saying he’s Chen Shiyu’s direct disciple and that she places high hopes on him. This time Chen Shiyu is also an NS mentor, tsk tsk]
13L: [Don’t believe rumors, don’t spread rumors, Sister Chen stands alone, Little Wen stands alone]
14L: [Following 8L’s analysis, besides QT, Wen, Qi, personally think Yan Qiao can be added.
BKL’s super A-level trainee, this level of credentials placed in NS absolutely crushes everyone else, and haven’t there been rumors that Yan Qiao was originally one of BKL’s seventh-generation boy group reserve members?
Comparing him to ordinary trainees is like using a cannon to shoot mosquitoes]
15L: [Since you’re adding Yan Qiao, add Cheng Shaozhi too.
This one’s dance skills are well-known, he just became an adult and won the third-place trophy in “Dance World Storm” season 2, and he’s better looking than Yan Qiao]
16L: [Kk, good looking in your dreams. Cheng studied modern dance, what would he be doing in a boy group, compared to Yan Qiao who signed with BKL at 12? How big is your face?]
17L: [I’ll play the song ‘Courage’ for anyone daring to chase Yan Qiao.
He has the face of a philandering playboy, maybe one day it will be exposed that you have a sister-in-law, maybe even several sister-in-laws 😛
Who still uses raising cats to establish their image these days, disgusting. If he’s not a scumbag then he’s gay]
18L: [The face-reading master may be late but has arrived……]
19L: [Screenshotting the rumor-mongers heh [smile]
Can see some sour chickens jumping around in every post mentioning Yan Qiao, a bunch of strays with no home, why do you love clout-chasing so much, careful not to flop harder yo~ your favorite is already flopping comfortably haha [cute]]
20L: [Laughing to death, who exactly is flopping anyway?]
21L: [? Someone drop dead and let me laugh too. I’m laughing at your dad huh]
22L: [Our NS is really blowing up, the program hasn’t even started airing and you’re already fighting, there are seven debut spots, why are you anxious??
QT, Wen, Qi, Yan, Cheng only add up to five people, the remaining 96 are fighting for two remaining slots, even if someone’s anxious it’s not your turn to be anxious.]
23L: [Poster above, you don’t understand, you think the Yan and Cheng families are fighting for debut spots?
No, they’re fighting for the main dancer title]
24L: [Believe me, if it weren’t for QT, the Wen and Qi families would also be tearing each other apart over the visual position]
25L: [666]
