Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

On the huge screen in the venue, the trainees' daily training clips were playing as a warm-up. Compared with those large venues that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, this stage may not seem too big. But because of this, the fans are closer to the stage and can see the trainees' wonderful performances more clearly.

Directly in front of the stage is the mentor's seat, where the main mentor and guest stars will watch the trainees' stage performances and give them scores based on their performances.

At this time, all the members have gathered and are watching the live performance on TV in the lounge. When the trainees see the crowded and enthusiastic audience below the stage, their heartbeats speed up involuntarily and they feel nervous.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the stage lights were dazzling and the performance officially began.

The first to appear was Li Jinhe, dressed in his daily outfit. The combination of a black shirt and trousers made him look low-key yet classic. The loose hair on his forehead was neatly combed to the back with hairspray, making him look steady and handsome, which was completely in line with his daily elite image.

As Li Jinhe appeared on stage, the scene instantly became lively, and the audience rushed to the front of the stage, cheering one after another. The trainees in the lounge were also infected by this enthusiasm and cheered along.

Li Jinhe used his magnetic voice to deliver his opening remarks calmly and forcefully: "Welcome all dream builders, hello everyone, I am Li Jinhe."

The audience was enthusiastic and responded loudly, cheering and applauding Li Jinhe's appearance.

Then, Li Jinhe continued to guide the process: "First, let us invite our mentor team——"

On the stage, Li Jinhe introduced the stage rules, voting methods and other details to the audiences on site and on the live broadcast platform.

In the lounge, Wei Zhe'an, like everyone else, was concentrating on watching the broadcast on TV. He was talking quietly with his roommates, sharing their feelings and opinions.

Before entering the lounge, he swallowed a few ibuprofen, hoping to relieve the stinging pain that had lasted all day.

His ankle injury was serious and the swelling was still obvious. He could no longer wear his original Martin boots and finally chose more comfortable canvas shoes.

He sat in the corner of the lounge, hoping to avoid too much attention.

There are still cameras in the practice room capturing every moment. Although not live footage, these images will be edited into the final broadcast version.

His fall off the stage was already known to everyone, and whether out of genuine concern or to perform in front of the camera, trainees came to ask about his condition.

This made the originally quiet corner lively. He could only smile and thank them for their concern, and said that he was fine.

Tong Yang sat next to Wei Zhe'an, watching the TV screen and observing Wei Zhe'an's condition. He noticed that Wei Zhe'an's ankle was still visibly swollen, and asked worriedly, "An'an, your ankle doesn't seem to be swollen. Our stage is the last one, do you want to apply some ice first and come back when the show is about to start?"

Wei Zhe'an shook his head gently and said with a smile, "No need, Yang Ma, it just looks a little scary now, but it's actually okay."

As he spoke, he put his arm around Tong Yang's and leaned his head on her shoulder, his voice revealing a hint of nervousness: "Mom Yang, my heart is beating so fast."

Tong Yang patted his back gently and encouraged him: "Don't be nervous, you are the top 1 in our all-around group, no one can compare to you."

Wei Zhe'an chuckled when he heard this and teased, "Yang Ma, why are you still treating me like a child?"

Tong Yang smiled and said seriously: "I'm not kidding you, your ability is there, you have to have confidence in yourself."

Wei Zhe'an rubbed his shoulder and responded cutely: "Yes, yes, my confidence is overflowing."

After hearing this, Tong Yang wanted to rub his face to show encouragement, but when he thought of Wei Zhe'an who was still wearing makeup, he gave up. He could only hold his hand, but unexpectedly found that Wei Zhe'an's right hand was red and swollen, which was hidden by the wristband.

Tong Yang's scalp suddenly went numb and his heart tightened. He lowered his voice and shouted anxiously: "Wei Zhe'an! What's wrong with your hand!"

Wei Zhe'an immediately looked around vigilantly, making sure everyone's attention was on the TV, and then signaled Tong Yang to speak softly: "Yang's mother, calm down, it's nothing serious, it was just the same thing that happened that day when I fell with my ankle."

Tong Yang put his two hands together to compare, and it was obvious that the right wrist was much more swollen than the left wrist. He looked at Wei Zhe'an distressedly and said seriously: "You call it nothing?"

He suddenly thought of something, leaned back, approached Xu Wenbin who was sitting in the back row, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Bin, do your vocal microphones feel heavy?"

Xu Wenbin leaned forward to hear Tong Yang's words more clearly, and responded, "It's okay, not particularly heavy. What's wrong?"

Tong Yang frowned and said seriously: "An An's right hand is swollen like a pig's hoof." As he said that, he gently pulled Wei Zhe'an's hand out and showed it to Xu Wenbin.

Xu Wenbin's eyes suddenly became sharp. He looked directly at Wei Zhe'an and asked in a serious tone, "Is your foot also seriously injured?"

Wei Zhe'an couldn't hide his feelings under his gaze, so he could only look around and try to change the subject: "Oh, Brother He is so handsome, look--"

Tong Yang saw that Wei Zhe'an was avoiding the question and felt anxious because he was about to go on stage. He was really worried about Wei Zhe'an:

"Wei Zhe'an! Don't change the subject! Are you not telling us the truth now? Are we loving you in vain?"

Wei Zhe'an saw that he was about to cry, and knew that he could no longer hide it, so he quickly confessed: "It's serious, a fractured bone, to the extent that I have to wear a cast after the performance."

Tong Yang's tears welled up in his eyes: "You!"

Xu Wenbin patted Tong Yang's shoulder from behind and comforted her softly, "You're wearing makeup, don't cry." At the same time, he looked at Wei Zhe'an with a condemning look, "You're such a good concealer, kid. You're so badly injured and yet you still insist on performing on stage? Do you not want your foot anymore?"

Tong Yang fanned his eyes with his hands, trying hard to control his tears from falling: "How can you dance? When you were not injured, you would be exhausted after a training session. Now that you are so badly injured, can you complete the stage?"

"Yes, I can." Wei Zhe'an said firmly, "Since you all know, please do me a favor."

The two looked at each other and looked at him seriously: "What help? As long as we can do it, we will do our best."

Wei Zhe'an gestured and explained: "It's the last part before the end of the stage. You two will stand in the front. I will move from the far left to the far right. If I really can't hold on and my movement deviates, you can help me block it."