Chapter Ch42.1 - Theme Song
translator: xiin
editors: apricot & juurensha
At that moment, everyone’s gazes shifted to look at Wu Jin.
The ch.o.r.eographer slapped his thigh, “This young fellow has courage! This is the kind of motivation we want. The team needs you… Alright, you three contestants should come up and draw lots. Prepare to battle for the c-position!”
The director’s a.s.sistant rushed to prepare the props, stuffing three pieces of paper into a transparent jar.
Caesar stared fixedly for a long time before turning and shouting, “Battle? What kind of thing is that? Is it a gun fight or a brawl?!”
While he was talking, the golden armored bodyguard had already pushed away his teammates with a loud cry of “Da!” and reached out bravely––he spread open the paper. The number written on it happened to be ‘1’.
The director glanced at it, then repeated the rules, “We aren’t professionals in this field. We can talk about whether or not you can sing well later on as there’ll be sound editing in later stages. Let’s do a dance battle. Everyone should know freestyle, right?”
On the Dolma Entertainment side, the two trainees tried hard to hold onto their teammate, “Old Qin, don’t go, you’ll regret it… Old Qin ahhhhh, how are we going to explain this to you when you wake up… be safe, Old Qin…”
On the White Moonlight Entertainment side, Caesar couldn’t stop worrying, “I don’t get it, Little Witch, do you really have to go up? Little Witch, do you have ‘freestyle’––?”
On the stage, Thin Fire had already stepped forward quickly to draw lots. His peach blossom eyes made him look like a fox as he smiled brightly, his face drop dead gorgeous.
He revealed his number, ‘2’.
The remaining one was left for Wu Jin. The order of the battle had been determined.
Beneath the stage, Wu Jin nodded to Caesar, “I do…”
His voice was suddenly drowned out by the music.
The theme song demo that Ying Xiangxiang sang blared out from the speakers. The actress was singing, ‘Brave and fearless, one in a million’, and giving the crowd of trainees gooseb.u.mps.
The golden armored bodyguard went up onto the stage with pleasure, completely fearless as he stood proudly in the middle of the stage and showed off his bulging deltoids and biceps, flexing his wrist for maximum effect.
The crowd held their breath for a moment, and then the golden armored bodyguard stood there rigidly for four eight beatsk2013;k2013;then shouted explosively, “Hey!”
His posture changed abruptly as he stooped over in a meditative pose. His left arm was pressed against his forehead, his right elbow bent backwards and tucked in so that he could place his hand on his knee. His eyes were empty as they closed.
Everyone: “……”
The a.s.sistant director spoke softly from the side to ease the embarra.s.sment, “… The cla.s.sic artistic meditative pose, the thinker. It can be seen that he is imitating a bronze sculpture created by Rodin, a 19th century artist…”
At the same time, the trainee on the stage opened his eyes in anger, his figure exploding with power. “I am the mighty golden armored bodyguard Qin, who dares to wake me up––”
The director finally couldn’t hold back and lifted the loudspeaker, “What’s with what? Change people. Next, next…”
The two Dolma trainees pulled him away in a panic, “Stop messing around, open your eyes and take a look, Big Qin is gone, gone!!”
On the other side, Thin Fire had already stepped forward with big strides, taking off his coat, and was happily getting ready.
He was so excited to have the stage lighting focused on him that he wished that the s.p.a.ce beneath the stage was filled with ten thousand plus people, his Thin family fan army cheering and swaying, with the twelve main star stations broadcasting his performance simultaneously during prime time.
“DJ.” Thin Fire lowered his voice, laughed lightly, and snapped his fingers, “Drop the beat!”
Caesar felt a burst of nausea as Ying Xiangxiang’s song was heard again. Thin Fire stretched, then began to spin and dance.
Zoe watched for a long time before slapping Caesar on the back, “Stop retching––look up and watch.”
Thin Fire’s movements were slow at first, and then began to pick up speed. From the second eight beat onwards, almost everyone began to have the same kind of feeling––
This was too similar to Ying Xiangxiang’s dance in the demo.
Regardless of whether it was his b.u.t.tocks, chest, how he moved both hands around his head or lengthened his neck, or flipped up hair that didn’t exist, he had copied almost all the moves from the demo.
However, most likely because Thin Fire looked pretty good and was unexpectedly able to control the moves––it wasn’t completely unappealing. Although the overall visual effect was strange, there was no denying that his imitation was excellent.
It was like a male version of Ying Xiangxiang.
Caesar hollered immediately, “This guy practiced dancing this in the hall just now, and even went to find the Instructor Ying for guidance. Have some self-respect! What kind of thing is he dancing––”
Wu Jin heard him and answered, “Waacking.”
Caesar and Zoe: “What?!”
Wu Jin: “It’s a type of dance.” He then went on to a.n.a.lysis, “Senior Thin… has never trained up his foundation, so it seems that he can only rely on muscle memory. He’s practiced for over a week. It should be that he’d started to imitate Instructor Ying’s MV as soon as the theme song was released…”
Caesar slapped his thigh, “G.o.dd.a.m.n! I just thought of it! I was saying, how could that freak be playing music in his bedroom every day––he couldn’t originally dance like this. What’s it called––when he wears sungla.s.ses and shakes around as he dances in his live studio––”
By the end of the second part of the main melody, the program director was already very satisfied. He also picked up a small loudspeaker to warn Caesar, “White Moonlight contestant, please don’t be noisy! Little Thin––very good! Perfect!!”
Thin Fire proudly stepped off stage.
The director looked at Wu Jin, “Little Witch, are you going to come up?”
Wu Jin nodded, “Let me give it a try.”
Under the stage, Thin Fire walked past Caesar.
Caesar purposely retched again. Thin Fire didn’t get angry and instead spoke slowly, “The eyes of those who watch me dance will get pregnant.”
Caesar: “Grandson, what did you say?!!”
Thin Fire, “Son, stop talking s.h.i.t.”
Behind them, the Dolma Entertainment trainee finally woke up and looked cheerfully at his teammates, “We’re third? Not bad! What are we doing here now? Hey, who’s that on stage?”
Zoe glanced at Wen Lin, “It seems that Little Witch forgot to take off his coat…”
The program director really had a headache now, “Stop making noise! Play the music, play the music!”
Wu Jin raised his small round face and expressed his thanks. He stood in the middle of the stage, framed by the spotlights, and when he looked up again, his eyes were narrowed slightly as he struck a pose right where light and shadow met.
There was a sudden silence beneath the stage.
Zoe was stunned and exclaimed, “Little Witch… his sense of presence has gone up.”
In an instant, several tens of pairs of eyes all locked onto Wu Jin’s body. It was hard for a group of survival show trainees to determine why, but the director could see it clearly.
It was hard to imagine that a person who was as obedient and well-behaved as a white rabbit when holding a gun could exert a presence strong enough to control the entire stage when he stood in the middle of the stage.
It was like he was incredibly familiar with and confident on the stage.
The prelude played on in the inexplicable silence beneath the stage. In the fourth beat, Wu Jin suddenly began to move.
Caesar looked dazedly at the stage, “…This, this is Little Witch?”
If Wu Jin’s movements had to be described with one word, it would be ‘aggressive’.
The spotlights shone down from the top, capturing the youth’s flexibility and the explosive force of his muscles, allowing the audience to take in everything at a glance.
Dancers had always combined toughness with flexibility. Based on Wu Jin’s facial features, regardless of who it was, they would all guess that this dance would tend towards being feminine––but in fact, it was the opposite.
It was obviously the same moves that Ying Xiangxiang had made, but because of Wu Jin’s sudden speed, strength, and the way his shoulders opened up, it carried a sense of extreme explosiveness and visual impact.
There wasn’t a single trace of femininity. It was clean, sharp, and not sloppy at all.
The control of power was so delicate that even if it wasn’t visible, it was still incredibly s.e.xy.
The ch.o.r.eographer to one side stilled, then murmured, “The moves… they’ve been fine-tuned.”
It was almost the same moves, but Ying Xiangxiang’s distinctive personal style couldn’t be seen at all, leaving only the youth’s sharp attractiveness and coolness factor. He could almost imagine––what kind of reaction the female fans would have when the official group broadcast was made.
The entire group of people were left with their mouths open in shock. Even Thin Fire’s peach blossom eyes turned into almonds. At the end––
Wu Jin bowed his head, his left hand unhesitatingly pulling off his coat and throwing it at his feet.
It was like the last layer of restraint was pulled away, revealing the young body that glowed slightly from sweat and exertion.
There was a crash as the a.s.sistant’s lottery pot fell to the ground.
The director let out a cough after a long delay, “Then… if there’s no questions, let’s vote.”