The big screen projected Jiang Ye's shot.

Her makeup and styling today were different from the previous two times.

The little bells on her wrists and her bunned hair looked quite cute, giving off an eighteen-year-old girl vibe, but the makeup around her eyes had a touch of composure and heroic spirit.

There were already many of Jiang Ye's fans in the audience, they had been waiting for her until now, their hearts were filled with anxiety.

Finally, when she appeared, even though she only showed her face, the moment she opened her fan, it was so beautiful, it was like a light suddenly illuminating the darkness.

The fans in the audience could not control themselves.

"Ahhhhhhh OMG! Our Jiang Mei is so cute today!!!"

"So cute!!! I've become a mom again without pain!!!"

"Wuwuwu Jiang Ye Mom loves you!!"

As Jiang Ye's fan opened, the smoke on the stage dissipated.

The other four teammates came to the stage from the four corners of the stage.

Each of them had a different style, and they all held a folding fan in their hands.

"Listen to the Night Rain", as a Chinese-style song, was in the dance group because the choreography was a fan dance.

The key to fan dance is not how difficult the technique is, but how synchronized it is.

The timing of opening the fan, closing the fan, and holding the fan are all crucial, if anyone is even a second behind the others, it is easy for the audience to notice the difference, which will directly lower your score.

So, it's also a dance where you can be compared directly.

For this reason, Jiang Ye specifically modified the relatively difficult sections of the synchronized dance when she was thinking about the choreography.

—The sentence she said before, about changing the dance according to Zhen Jia and the others' abilities, wasn't entirely to deliberately annoy them.

After all, with their current dance skills, they would definitely dance the original choreography in a messy way, it's better to dance something simpler.

She did not even expect Zhen Jia and the others to perform well, she just hoped that they wouldn't drag down her stage too much with their limited choreography.

The song's introduction was a peaceful orchestral piece, accompanied by the sound of dripping rain, it felt peaceful and serene.

The five of them held their folding fans and walked to the center of the stage in a V-shape.

The first line of the main verse, Jiang Ye's pre-recorded vocals softly sounded, light and ethereal.

On stage, Jiang Ye gently closed her fan, and began to dance to the rhythm.

The choreography for her section was completely according to her own level, incorporating modern dance techniques and classical dance flavor, it was quite difficult, especially with many small movements like turns and jumps.

But Jiang Ye's flexibility was already good, after a series of movements, she was perfectly on beat, every detail was very neat and clean, definitely top-notch.

After Jiang Ye finished dancing, the trainee responsible for the next section was Zhen Jia.

Although Jiang Ye admitted that she was a bit wicked.

But she actually gave them their parts.

It's just that she made a few adjustments to the formations and stage positions, making Zhen Jia and the others' performance sections like the bricks used to pave the way.

For example, she deliberately arranged Zhen Jia's section between her and Shen Zhiyi.

Using herself to highlight Zhen Jia's poor performance, and then using Zhen Jia's performance to highlight Shen Zhiyi's good performance, after two comparisons, anyone who wasn't blind could feel the huge difference, and naturally they would give Zhen Jia a low score in their hearts.

As the song progressed, the originally peaceful and melodious music became faster and faster, the urgent rhythm beat like a drum in the hearts of everyone present.

The five people on stage danced faster and faster.

Jiang Ye was still relaxed.

But Zhen Jia and the others were already starting to feel a little strained.

When it came to the first part of the chorus, according to the choreography, they would open their fans one by one, starting from Qu Jing on the far left, and passing it to Jiang Ye on the far right.

After Jiang Ye opened her fan, she would directly turn back to the C-position in the middle of the stage and start dancing the chorus.

And the one who opened the fan before Jiang Ye was Zhen Jia.

Zhen Jia was already nervous, plus she had consumed a lot of energy before, when she opened her fan, she was a second slower than expected, directly delaying Jiang Ye's fan opening time.

Zhen Jia: "!"

It's over.

Not only Zhen Jia, but the rest of them were also startled.

But the chorus was about to start, and there was no time for Jiang Ye to open her fan.

This mistake was too obvious, even if the audience in the venue didn't notice, the online audience would notice when it was broadcast.

It was Zhen Jia's mistake, but it affected Jiang Ye's part next.

Jiang Ye didn't even have half a second to think, she made a decision in a flash.

She didn't continue to open her fan in place to try to save the mistake, but instead threw the fan in her left hand into the air, did a neat turn on stage, then switched to her right hand to catch the fan steadily, and opened the fan with a swish.

The timing was perfect, just as she returned to the C-position.

The next second, she started dancing the next move with the chorus.

The two movements of opening the fan and returning to the C-position were directly combined into one by her.

This way, Zhen Jia's mistake was simply glossed over, it looked more like a special design by Jiang Ye.

The screams from the audience suddenly rose.

"Ahhhhhhh Jiang Ye is so cool, wuwuwu!!!"

"OMG, that turn was so cool, I'm going crazy!!!"

"OMG, did I just see that?!"

"Jiang Mei, tell me honestly, did you secretly learn martial arts behind our backs, ahhhhh!!!"

The louder the screams, the more panicked Zhen Jia's heart became.

Although her mistake was covered up, she was sweating profusely.

How much precise control of the song and her body did she have to dare to improvise and throw the fan?

She must have never tried it before, right?

But Zhen Jia didn't have time to think about it now, she could only force herself to keep up with the rhythm.

But no matter how hard she tried to smile, her smile was very stiff, her expression management was out of control, she tried to save it but she couldn't.

After the second chorus, it was the killing part of the whole song.

Jiang Ye closed her fan and stepped aside, Shen Zhiyi turned to the center of the stage and gently raised her eyes.

She gently folded the open fan in her hand, and a long sword suddenly slid out from behind the fan.

The screams from the audience reached a new level.

The zither strings in the background music became urgent, the original musical style suddenly changed.

Shen Zhiyi held the sword in her hand, stood in the center of the stage and began to dance with the sword, a strong sense of the martial arts world emanated from her.

The difficulty of this solo dance was not high, because the sword in her hand appeared suddenly, so it became the biggest highlight of the whole song.

And in the original design, there was actually no sword.

When Jiang Ye thought of this design, she asked Shen Zhiyi, do you dare to try it?

If it's successful, it will definitely be a very outstanding section.

But if it fails, it might drag down the whole stage.

Shen Zhiyi thought for a while, chuckled lightly, you're not afraid of me ruining the stage, so what am I afraid of?

After that, Shen Zhiyi practiced her sword-dancing solo part day and night.

Her classical dance foundation, which she had practiced since she was a child, finally came in handy, this dance quickly formed muscle memory in her body, now she turned her wrist, the sword blade flashed, she had the air of a martial arts heroine.

She was no longer the gentle Shen Zhiyi who didn't have her own characteristics, her originally classically beautiful appearance showed a bit of heroic spirit, her eyes were gentle but fierce.

The drumbeat became more and more urgent.

Shen Zhiyi's movements also sped up, when a heavy beat sounded, Shen Zhiyi turned her sword blade and pointed it at Jiang Ye, who was standing beside her.

All the audience in the venue gasped.

Jiang Ye didn't panic, she blocked Shen Zhiyi's sword with a light flick of her fan, perfectly on beat.

With one move, she neatly disarmed Shen Zhiyi's sword, it made a crisp sound as it hit the ground.

The two of them exchanged positions.

Jiang Ye stood back in the center of the stage.

The final section.

This time, Jiang Ye's momentum followed the rhythm of the music.

Chinese-style dance usually emphasizes softness over strength, but Jiang Ye blended her rare explosive power into the dance just right, demonstrating the dancer's strength with a combination of softness and strength.

However, at the last heavy beat of the song, Jiang Ye stepped on the beat, and gently closed her fan.

All the dance seemed to turn into the air at her fingertips, quietly dissipating in an instant.

The music returned to its peaceful state.

Jiang Ye stood in the center surrounded by the four of them, and gave a gentle smile to the camera.

The music stopped.

The camera gave each person an ending pose.

Jiang Ye gently blinked at the audience.

The stage lights dimmed for a moment.

Just when the audience thought it was over and were about to scream and applaud, the stage lights lit up again, one or two lights.

The five people who were standing in the center of the stage were gone.

Jiang Ye was still leaning against the folding screen, as she was at the beginning of the dance.

She slowly opened her eyes.

The rain was still falling outside, but the white mist on the stage had dissipated.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Those were just a fleeting dream, and all that remained was a person, a fan, and a pot of wine.

However, the pot of wine next to Jiang Ye had been opened at some point, and there were a few overturned cups on the ground.

Jiang Ye picked up one of them in confusion, tilting her head and thinking about who had been here.

In the stage design, birds suddenly chirped in the bamboo forest in the distance.

A beam of light moved from behind Jiang Ye, illuminating four elongated shadows in the distance.

Five seconds later, all the spotlights in the venue finally lit up.

The audience was in an uproar.

Backstage, in the trainee area, there was a burst of screams.