Dad, Please Let Me Solo Stan!

The schedule arranged by Flash Dance was unhurried and offered a high degree of freedom.

There were two major classes in the morning, starting at seven and ending at twelve-thirty.

The afternoon was similar, starting at one-thirty and ending at five-thirty.

The total training time was nine hours, and contestants could freely choose their classes, as well as shorten or extend their training time.

Chu Wangshu's vocal foundation was also poor, and she had no experience with dances like candy. Therefore, the training plan was extremely detailed, and she approached it with the same seriousness she had when filling pages of study plans on paper when she first started high school.

Chu Yuanqing looked at her daughter's receding figure with a touch of melancholy. The expression on her face was downcast, and her eyes, which had seen much of the world, held both confusion and acceptance.

Years passed, and time flowed by.

She suddenly remembered a lyric from a song whose name she had forgotten: "Love is in my heart, but hard to express."

Chu Yuanqing had also had a youthful spirit once. She remembered the courage to embrace thorns, and the resolve to exchange her life for that of a natural disaster or a monstrous beast.

That lyric would have been so meaningless back then. How could a hero who could withstand tens of millions of deaths be so timid as to be unable to speak their true feelings?

But later, she realized that it was indeed true.

Saving the world was nothing special; she could no longer embrace the one she loved. Even going to the market required careful planning, haggling with a smiling auntie holding celery.

She would also be flustered changing her daughter's diapers, and anxious when she was sick. She would also apologize to people at work, as if she had no pride.

It was the same now.

She couldn't say it, and she couldn't say it.

So she could only be silent and numb, like an irresponsible father.

So she could only speak to her daughter with peace of mind when she took on another identity, like a thief hiding in a prosperous land, coveting another's brilliance.

"Xiao Shu, you must become the moon."

Chu Yuanqing whispered softly, her lips curving slightly. She cast aside her distracting thoughts and turned to leave, leaving only the lingering shadow of yesterday standing there.

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Synopsis: "I, Hachiman, am a legendary agent, a big shot in the association, a master of the arcane, one of the five emperors of the ocean, and a bane of the strange."

"I have five cousins, one younger sister, one childhood sweetheart, two ex-girlfriends, one cute junior, and one beautiful female colleague, but no one likes me. I'm a complete loser."

The mundane and the arcane gradually intertwine. Even if we falter, we will still move forward.

Cthulhu lands in New York, and the legendary agent Artoria goes missing... In this era, heroes are needed.

"...Stay sane, and follow me into madness."

Hachiman lit a cigarette expressionlessly, put on his sunglasses, and showed his badge.

"Agent Hachiman, intervening in the investigation."

Book Title: I, Hachiman, Evil God Investigator

Volume 1: 48. Fans will surely be disappointed, right?

Seven-thirty.

Comprehensive Building, C-Class Practice Room.

Zhao Dapan paced the room, surveying the sparse number of people around him with a sense of helplessness.

This middle-aged man, dressed in trendy brands, was a well-known singer-songwriter in the country and a vocal teacher for Class C.

He had served as a mentor on quite a few talent shows, but this was his first time experiencing a survival show with such peculiar operations and strange rules as Flash Dance.

There were a total of 39 C-Class contestants, but only a mere 9 were present in the classroom. This meant that three-quarters of them had managed to get into the higher-level practice rooms for the initial A-rank contestants, receiving the same teaching quality and hardware facilities.

This distorted ecosystem, born out of a desire for fairness, was actually more unfair than before. It was ironic, no matter how you looked at it.

The impact of this could be seen from the low morale of the trainees in the classroom.

It's not poverty but inequality that causes suffering. It's hard for anyone to adjust their mindset quickly under such circumstances.

As Zhao Dapan was thinking this, his gaze unintentionally fell upon a girl with a calm demeanor and serene aura. Her delicate little face was serious, and her eyes were indifferent yet persistent, reminding him of a saying.

--One who has thunder in their chest but a calm lake on their face can be made a great general.

Zhao Dapan mused, feeling a sense of anticipation.

As everyone knows.

A common highlight in talent shows is the interaction between mentors and trainees.

Whether it's reprimands that put pressure on them, silent treatment that feels like cold violence, or praises that complement each other and ease the atmosphere, these are important emotional moments for the audience.

Although Flash Dance hadn't officially notified him, he had his professional standards.

When being a mentor on a talent show, sometimes more important than teaching ability is understanding what kind of persona to embody.

Zhao Dapan had some thoughts on this. Simply put, it was about playing the right role at the right time to create chemistry and generate show buzz.

Currently, there were only 9 people in Class C. The most popular among them was Chu Yuanqing, the prettiest was Chu Yuanqing, and the one with the strongest presence was also Chu Yuanqing. She even seemed to have the best mindset.

Whether it was for the show's effect or to grab attention, picking her to demonstrate first was an excellent choice.

Yes, demonstrate.

Zhao Dapan didn't plan to teach the trainees directly. Instead, he intended to assess their skills first, then provide guidance.

This was actually a common practice.

Under this format, trainees who sang well and received praise would likely be edited into the show, getting more screen time.

Conversely, trainees who sang poorly, were constantly pressured, and eventually broke down would either be labeled as beautiful failures who might have a later comeback with an inspirational buff, or be abandoned by fans who admired strength, ending up with screen time but unable to gain fans, and also receiving a debuff.

What about those who were just mediocre?

In the cutthroat entertainment industry, such unmemorable mediocrity could only serve as a stepping stone for others.

Zhao Dapan strategically fell silent as he paced and surveyed the room, then said calmly:

"Among the contestants in your rating tier, 30 are currently undergoing the highest level of training."

"Intelligent real-time analysis, virtual reality system assistance for correction, and even temporary invitations to world-class singers and dancers for Flash Dance as unified instructors."

At this point, he raised his voice and said with a smile:

"But you don't need to be discouraged. The difficulty of the candy choreography and vocals isn't high. Even with the addition of world-class instructors and high-tech equipment, it won't create too much of a gap in your proficiency."

This was truly a tactful and reasonable piece of comfort.

Chu Yuanqing seemed to understand.

Because candy was simple, trainees could learn and master it with normal training, achieving good completion rates. The differences between them would only be marginal additions or subtractions based on this foundation.

However, if it were the extremely difficult No Way Back, with the general skill level of Class C trainees, in a week, relying solely on effort, they could at best manage a passable, clumsy rendition.

In such a situation, the treatment afforded to A-Class trainees could quickly help them avoid many mistakes that were hard to notice during self-training, rapidly improving their execution and ultimately leading to a completely different outcome in the secondary evaluation.

In other words, candy, as the theme song, was the most friendly choice for low-rated contestants.

Zhao Dapan clapped his hands, a reassuring smile on his face, and continued:

"Alright, let's begin the class. Who wants to sing first?"

Although Chu Yuanqing going first would have the best show effect, he wouldn't mind giving an opportunity if a contestant actively volunteered.

Unfortunately, after waiting for ten seconds, no one stepped forward.

Zhao Dapan walked to the table and chairs. He nodded and scanned the room, noticing that Chu Yuanqing still had that calm, unanxious expression, while the other trainees looked doubtful and hesitant.

This was normal.

Because apart from Kiriwake Yayoi and Xie Qingxuan, all the other initial A-Class contestants had chosen to share their permissions. In this atmosphere, even if they weren't chosen, approaching someone to express a desire to join would generally not be refused.

So, the majority of the 9 Class C trainees in the room were too embarrassed to act, and under the assumption that their practice was insufficient, they naturally wouldn't make the first move.

Zhao Dapan tapped his fingers on the table, producing a crisp sound. His smile remained as he picked up a piece of sheet music and looked at the most radiant person among them, saying softly:

"Since no one is volunteering, let's have Chu Yuanqing go."

???

Chu Yuanqing blinked in confusion, her cute little face almost losing its composure.

Damn it, I thought I wouldn't have so much trouble today since there were no 'red-eyed rabbits', but why is this vocal class starting with such intensity?

In that instant, the melancholy she felt earlier looking at her daughter's retreating back vanished in the face of this middle-aged uncle's "ugly" smile.

Chu Yuanqing took heavy steps, bathed in the scrutinizing gazes of the other eight trainees, and silently took the sheet music from Zhao Dapan's hand.

The girl's slender, long fingers turned the pages. She glanced at them and saw that there were indeed no numbered musical notations.

Fortunately, Liuli had sent over the file with the numbered notations before bed yesterday. Otherwise, she seriously suspected she would be so off-key that the entire practice room would question their life choices.

No! Wouldn't it be better if they questioned their life choices?

Chu Yuanqing had an epiphany.

She knew that although the Class C practice room wasn't live-streamed, it would definitely be edited into the show later. If she performed terribly now, everyone would surely start to dislike her!

I'm so stupid, why didn't I think of this when I was studying music theory yesterday?

The girl's mindset shifted, her clear, lake-like eyes sparkling. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense, and she felt a bright future ahead.

She had bragged yesterday. If that part was edited out, combined with her terrible training performance, it would create a dramatic contrast, leading to a wave of self-sabotage.

Haha, fans will definitely be super disappointed, then unfollow me one after another, even becoming haters and getting me eliminated immediately, right?

Volume 1: 49. Holy crap, is this person cheating!

Chu Yuanqing mentally mapped out a perfect escape route, nearly bursting with joy.

On the surface, however, The girl's expression was serious, looking incredibly focused. She adjusted her breathing, and at Zhao Dapan's signal, solemnly opened her mouth and sang a passage.

After singing just two lines, she drew the shocked gazes of the other contestants.

Damn, so she wasn't being humble on stage, she really can't sing!

Zhao Dapan coughed a few times and quietly interrupted:

"The pitch is off, try again."

Chu Yuanqing felt a slight joy and tried again.

Zhao Dapan tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, frowning as he interrupted:

"No, again, the pitch is off."

Chu Yuanqing's expression was serious, undisturbed, feeling that her plan was very successful, and she continued to sing with an excellent mindset.

But before long, amidst the pitying or mocking gazes of the other trainees, she was once again rejected by the vocal coach:

"Haven't you ever studied singing? Still not good enough, lower the pitch by a semitone this time!"

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly stiff.

This was the fourth interruption in a row.

It's important to note that in a venue with competitors watching, being repeatedly denied by a coach was practically a high-pressure environment, like being battered by a storm, for the performer in the spotlight.

This immense pressure could gradually drown a person like seawater, creating a tidal wave of repeated frustration, severely damaging the contestant's confidence, and directly leading to easier mistakes in subsequent performances, thus devolving into a terrifying vicious cycle that could ruin the entire segment.

Even the other contestants, as competitors, couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive watching.

Although they were confident they could sing much better than Chu Yuanqing, they weren't sure they could meet Zhao Dapan's requirements, and if they didn't correct their flaws in time, repeated interruptions would easily lead to embarrassment.

If they couldn't maintain their composure, they might end up with a scene that would become a dark stain on their history.

However...

Because of what Chu Yuanqing had said yesterday, it made herself appear too noble and righteous, forcefully raising the moral high ground of the competition and dragging all the C-Class contestants sitting nearby down with her, making them look dim and even a bit opportunistic.

So now,