Dad, Please Let Me Solo Push!

But the competition for the Center position was only just beginning.

Ji Shuzhu remained unmoved. As a choreographer, she had every dance style memorized and had embodied most of them herself. None of the eight theme songs had managed to expose a weakness in her.

As for competing for the Center position?

Ji Shuzhu's innate hyperthymesia made her a rare genius choreographer, but it had also stifled too many budding emotions, sparks of inspiration, and the possibility of entering the highest state of [flow].

In other words, the foundation of stage charisma had been erased by her hyperthymesia.

She might become a world-class dancer in the future, but it would be difficult for her to be a top idol standing at the very center of the world.

Therefore, Ji Shuzhu didn't care about being the Center position. In fact, the reason she came to Flash Dance was precisely to find the ideal Center position.

As long as she reached the end of this global idol project, she would eventually meet the destined person who shone brightly enough to ignite the void within her heart.

Xie Qingxuan's expression was indifferent, her gaze as calm as an ancient well.

From the very beginning, she hadn't cared which theme song it was. Just as the Dream Weaver Rabbit had said, an idol must overcome any unreasonable existence.

If she lost because the theme song was candy, it would only mean that was her limit.

And if that was her limit, how could she possibly trample on that person's dream?

If she stopped here, she might as well die.

In the B-Class circle, Chu Wangshu reacted slowly. The moment she saw the rapidly soaring total votes, her mind was filled with thoughts of, "Since Flash Dance is this popular, is Dad watching me on TV right now?"

The young girl was nervous and conflicted. She wished she had her phone. She had sent her Dad a text before the competition and was now very curious about how he would reply.

At least he wouldn't object, right?

Otherwise, she would have already been semi-eliminated.

Chu Wangshu never thought Dad would get angry about this.

Even though he was always decadent and quiet, even to the point of indifference, he was a gentle person at heart. Even when he was most tired, he never showed anger towards anyone.

But on the other hand, Chu Wangshu wanted to see him angry for her sake. She wanted to see him express more vibrant emotions towards her.

That was why she had impulsively joined such a large-scale survival show.

And now, her conflicted emotions were mixed with fear, a sense of vengeful pleasure, and a deeply contradictory, intense guilt.

This burning, complex emotion made her unable to react in time when she saw that the theme song was candy. It took her a beat longer to sincerely clap her hands for the other person, like a little seal.

On stage, The Dream Weaver Rabbit clapped and said:

"The theme song has been announced. Starting tomorrow, contestants from each rating will receive training related to candy in their respective practice rooms."

"The total time is one week. During this period, A-Class contestants can opt to broadcast live for four hours daily, limited to the practice room. There are no additional conditions for starting or ending the broadcast; it's very flexible."

"B-Class is the same, with the only difference being a two-hour live broadcast limit."

"Contestants below these ratings will not have the privilege to initiate live broadcasts."

"Please note, this rule will continue until the end of the program."

As the words fell, the indoor audience and the live stream couldn't help but erupt in a clamor.

"Damn, what is Flash Dance doing with this class division? I've never seen such exaggerated preferential treatment in a survival show."

"Honestly, assigning a luxury practice room to each A-Class and B-Class contestant is already outrageous. Now they're deliberately creating this live broadcast monopoly. Isn't that clearly creating a heat gap between A-Class and B-Class and the contestants below them?"

"According to these rules, those below B-Class have no chance of debuting. They're destined to be left further and further behind."

"Damn it, isn't this a warning? If you don't seize the opportunity in the second evaluation, you'll definitely be eliminated later due to the huge popularity gap."

"Survival of the fittest, the strong remain strong. What's there to talk about."

The audience had mixed opinions.

The fans behind the A-Class and B-Class contestants, standing from the position of beneficiaries, believed the show's rules were impeccable.

But one must realize that the A-Class and B-Class contestants combined were only 40 people. Now, the remaining 128 contestants had all become stepping stones and sacrifices. The disparity in numbers was simply too exaggerated, and the fan groups of the latter would never be satisfied.

It was a simple truth: rating and popularity were not necessarily equivalent.

Aside from Chu Yuanqing, the out-of-place pure newcomer, many low-rated contestants already had significant popularity before coming.

These included internet celebrities with over a million followers, beauty YouTubers, new talents from entertainment companies backed by resources and extensive promotion, and established figures who had acted in TV shows and appeared on major variety shows...

The total fan base involved with these individuals could stir up enough controversy to clash head-on with the fans of the upper-tier contestants.

And compared to the fans in the live stream who were breaking down on the spot, The contestants who had no screen time from the start and didn't receive high ratings were even more devastated.

These trainees had always been at a disadvantage with zero exposure. They had just had their emotions stirred up by various tactics, and after seeing the theme song votes, they felt anxious about not getting a piece of the pie.

When they first heard about the live broadcasts, they consoled themselves, thinking it would at least help them gain some popularity and reduce the gap. But the Dream Weaver Rabbit cruelly shattered this delusion. The immense drop in expectations almost snapped the strings of their emotional control.

Zhou Qianqian couldn't help but stand up. She poured out all her accumulated dissatisfaction and resentment, questioning with righteous indignation:

"We all entered this competition with the resolve that we could no longer be idols. Why should our first evaluation stage be hidden from view, and why is there such a huge disparity in evaluation treatment?"

The trainees' eyes turned red, and they pursed their lips to question:

"Yes, I admit that winners deserve rewards, and Flash Dance has its own rules."

"But the problem is, can the virtual reality system and various cutting-edge technological equipment be compensated for with effort?"

"With such a huge gap in treatment, not only will contestants with higher ratings progress faster than us, but the subsequent evaluation standards will also rise."

"Under these circumstances, how can those with lower levels catch up to those with higher ratings? How can they get higher ratings in the second evaluation? How can this be called a chance for rebirth?"

Volume 1: Update Preview, Charging the Charts at Midnight.

As the title suggests.

Due to the niche nature of the subject matter, the current collection count is low, and the readership is only a few hundred. To prevent it from flopping too hard, today's update has been moved to midnight. Readers who like this book can follow the updates tonight and help boost the clicks.

I'll also answer some questions. Some readers have said that I'm flopping too hard and that I only have passion and might give up.

To be honest, besides the guaranteed book on Bilibili, this is indeed my first time writing a yuri story. And I chose an ancient boy-to-girl transformation theme, and an original theme like a traditional idol stage. It seems quite normal for it to flop, so I had this expectation when I started writing.

Moreover, after getting through the initial stage of extensive data screening and familiarization, I'm actually quite happy writing this book. While the results are certainly important, they aren't so crucial that I'd stop immediately.

To be blunt, if the results are too poor, I'll just write a shorter story, ending it when the protagonist debuts, to satisfy myself and give it a normal, not abrupt, ending.

After all, I have OCD. I've been writing since two years ago, and my first and second books both ended normally, totaling four million characters. I'm a trustworthy author on Maozhan.

--Although even then, some readers still posted in my comment section betting on how many characters I'd cut.

In short, if you like this book, please vote, give me blades, give me money (not really), and support the first subscription!

Volume 1: 42. Let's Train Together!

The atmosphere indoors was subtle.

The bullet comments in the livestream were flying:

"LOL, this trainee is so brave."

"Zhou Qianqian? I remember she was just one spot away from debuting in Utopia last year."

"That makes sense. She joined after Produce 101, didn't get much exposure in the first round of the live broadcast, performed poorly in the initial evaluation, and with the cruel rule that elimination means no more stage time ever, it's no wonder she's losing it."

"Never mind anything else, the cost of elimination in Flash Dance is too high. Under these circumstances, creating such a huge gap between contestants because of one initial evaluation is really hard to call fair."

"The key is the black technology, damn it, have you ever heard of this kind of idol training method? Who knows how many times more efficient it is than normal training. This girl's anxiety is understandable."

Perhaps because the rules of Flash Dance were too cruel, any obvious differential treatment would be infinitely magnified by the audience. Zhou Qianqian's questioning at this moment didn't lead to too much scolding; instead, it gave her a significant amount of screen time and added to the buzz.

The Dream Weaver Rabbit was not annoyed by this at all. It sized up the speaker's face, a sinister smile appearing, as if it wasn't surprised at all. It responded with current enthusiasm and sincerity:

"I understand your anger and grievances, but you don't need to worry too much."

"The main theme of Shining Stage is friendliness, harmony, and mutual help."

"To this end, the production team has specially granted the A-Class contestants a privilege!"

The Dream Weaver Rabbit's smile was seductive. It spread its arms dramatically, looking around, its tone fervent:

"That is—the unconditional sharing of practice rooms, the equipment within, and even the livestreaming rights with other contestants."

"So, everyone? Each A-Class contestant's personal practice room now has nearly 300 square meters of space. As long as they are willing, all of you can start from almost the same starting line."

"Of course..."

"I'm also very curious if these A-Class contestants will extend a helping hand to you."

As soon as it finished speaking, 90% of the contestants on stage simultaneously looked up towards the A-Class area above. Like ghosts corrupted by greed and thirst in a cave, the atmosphere in the room fell into a silent freeze.

After fanning the flames, the Dream Weaver Rabbit paused, glanced at the time, bowed slightly, and said with a smile:

"Then, the rest is up to you to decide. Tomorrow, we will officially begin training the theme song."

"Trainees, I look forward to our next meeting."

With that, the super AI and mascot, who had accumulated so much hatred, vanished on the spot, leaving behind the 168 trainees who remained seated, unable to move due to the atmosphere.

The rules announced by the Dream Weaver Rabbit were very cunning. It almost used a concept-swapping tactic to shift the conflict over evaluation treatment from the production team to the A-Class contestants.

This operation directly turned the 14 A-Class contestants into the direct opposition of the 148 lower-ranked contestants.

This was an open scheme.

Everyone knew that the production team was fanning the flames and the Dream Weaver Rabbit was using moral blackmail.

But for the lower-ranked contestants, if they wanted to reduce the treatment gap with the top-tier contestants and seize this chance to change their fate, to fight for a debut spot, the best choice was to follow the atmosphere created by the Dream Weaver Rabbit and force their hand.

In the middle and lower sections of the tiered classroom, discussions about this began to rise:

"If it's just sharing practice rooms, each A-Class contestant's room can easily fit twenty people."

"Yeah, after all, it's 300 square meters."

"If we have to say, the virtual reality system's permissions can also easily cover more than ten people at a time."

"We don't need them to share any time-limited permissions; it won't affect them much, right?"

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense and delicate.

It could be said that after those words were spoken, Flash Dance had truly become a game that tested humanity.

Discussions in the livestream chat became even more heated:

"Damn, Dream Weaver Rabbit is really something else. I want to deep-fry it."

"What kind of insane rules are these? Isn't this just pure moral blackmail?"

"They're good at shifting the focus, this will definitely boost the show's engagement."

"I think it's fine. It's not like they're asking the first A-Class contestants to share everything, just letting the other trainees use the practice rooms. The trainees themselves still have an advantage."

"Yeah, if they don't want to, they can just refuse."

"This rule is great! I bet Little Sakura will invite Qing Bao to her place, right?"

"We'll see if the CP is real or not now!"

The audience's opinions were difficult to unify, with the bullet comments in utter chaos.

The clamor inside the room surged like a tide, directly impacting the top 14 A-Class contestants.

But fortunately, there weren't many "normal" people among the A-Class contestants.

Xie Qingxuan's expression was indifferent, as if she were looking down on insects, completely unfazed.

She didn't understand social niceties at all; she just found the people below her noisy. After a glance at Dream Weaver Rabbit, she stood up and chose to leave, heading to the practice room to learn dances.

One could only say that a "Great Demon King" is indeed a "Great Demon King."

Her aura was terrifying, and the area she passed through noticeably became low-pressure. No one dared to intercept or strike up a conversation with her throughout.

Xie Qingxuan's ability to break through the situation like this was because her persona had always been consistent. Her fans could only comically exclaim, "As expected of her."

As for the others, they also reacted quickly, each displaying their own unique methods.

Chen Yining and Ji Shuzhu, chatting and laughing, first took the trainees belonging to their respective entertainment companies. Then, they went directly to the lowest floor and voluntarily took the 18 F-Class contestants, sharing practice room access with them, earning a large amount of gratitude and praise.