Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Therefore, the results of the remaining two groups were not very good either, and their abilities were already at the lower end.

The two groups can only put their hopes on drawing lots.

The trainees in Group A of the Russian Song Competition became the first team to be eliminated through rock-paper-scissors, and all members were shrouded in a depressed atmosphere.

"Come on, come on, I'm lucky, let me touch you, you must draw the great one over here!" One of the boys turned to the team leader, trying to pass on good luck by touching him.

"It's over, we're done. We didn't speak Russian in the first place, and we got smoked last." Another boy muttered dejectedly.

"Give us a great god, please."

"We don't want our careers to end here."

......

The drawing process was full of suspense at the request of the program team, but the speed was not slow either. The teams that drew the top seven trainees cheered, and the teams that drew the bottom seven were a little disappointed, but more fortunate - at least they did not draw that extremely difficult Russian song.

As the number of team members gradually decreased, Wei Zhe'an's team finally left only him, Cui Zhengyi and Duan Fan.

At this point, the only teams that had not been drawn were Group A for the Russian song "Is this love?", Group B for the English song "The Fire of Rebellion", and Group B for another English song "Hold on to me".

Wei Zhe'an was not unfamiliar with Russian. He had taken musical theater as an elective in college and had a good talent for languages. Even if he encountered difficulties, he still had Shiqi to help him, so he was not worried about his future.

Li Jinhe announced: "There are only three groups left to be drawn. You can announce the results together in order."

Liu Ming, the founder of Russian Songs Group A, prayed silently in his heart. He crossed his hands in front of his chest and then tremblingly reached into the lottery box. He carefully grabbed a slip of paper, but he didn't dare to look at it himself, and held the slip tightly in his hand. The other two groups also drew their own slips.

"Okay, now you can open the notes you drew." Li Jinhe announced.

Liu Ming was extremely nervous. They had a one-third chance of picking Wei Zhe'an. If Wei Zhe'an really joined their group, they would have a glimmer of hope.

He handed the note to Li Jinhe tremblingly: "Teacher, you should do it. I'm too nervous to look at it."

Li Jinhe took the note with a smile and nodded in agreement: "Okay, let me reveal it." He slowly opened the note and deliberately created suspense: "Let's see together, which teammate you drew..."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the note in Li Jinhe's hand. Even the three people who were not selected were infected by the tense atmosphere.

Li Jinhe decided to tease everyone: "Let's announce the results of the other two groups first."

The trainees wailed: "Teacher, don't be like this!" "The atmosphere has become tense, just announce it!" "Oh my god, my heart is about to jump out of my chest. If Wei Zhe'an goes to the control group, we will be doomed..."

Although the atmosphere at the scene eased somewhat, Liu Ming, who was standing in the front, was still trembling with nervousness.

He had a feeling that he might have drawn a god-level teammate, but he was not sure. He looked at Li Jinhe with a fluke mood: "Teacher, don't keep us in suspense, tell us now!"

Li Jinhe finally revealed the answer: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. The teammate you drew is - is -"

He deliberately prolonged his voice, his eyes wandering over the three people who were not chosen. Liu Ming clenched his fists and waited nervously.

Li Jinhe finally revealed the answer: "Wei Zhe'an! Congratulations!"

Liu Ming was so excited that he waved his fist in the air: “Ahhhhhhh!” His teammates also jumped up and cheered: “Ahhhhhhh!”

"We got an SSR!!!"

“Ahhhh! There’s help!!!”

"My tears are streaming down my face! There is always a way out!"

Seeing them so excited, Wei Zhe'an was also very happy, and a little embarrassed that he was so popular.

Some were happy, some were sad, and the students in Group B felt like they had lost their parents.

Their already less-than-ideal results, coupled with the difficult song and the fact that they were drawn to be the last seven teammates, all seemed to foreshadow their imminent elimination.

Such grouping decisions may not be completely fair to some extent, as there is indeed a lot of luck involved.

Soon, fourteen groups were successfully formed. After the director carefully checked the recorded material and confirmed that it was correct, the morning recording work came to an end.

Compared to the last performance preparation, this time seems to be much more relaxed. Last time, they only had a week from receiving the songs to the public performance, but this time they had three weeks.

However, this does not mean that they can have enough time to practice. During this period, they also need to take a fixed assessment with the theme song as the test question, and may also participate in other filming tasks.

Unlike the last class selection, this time they faced teammates with different positions and levels of trainees. Since everyone might not be familiar with each other before, the team running-in alone might consume a lot of time.

At lunch time, in order to avoid spoiling the current grouping situation, the program team requires that if you want to eat together, you must still have lunch as a dormitory unit.

The familiar cafeteria and live broadcast camera came into view. Unlike usual, other roommates chose to pack their meals and bring them directly to the practice room. Only Tong Yang, Xu Wenbin and Wei Zhe'an ate in the cafeteria today.

On the day of the broadcast, Wei Zhe'an tried to avoid the camera, but the director later sought him out for a "friendly" talk.

The director's half-threatening and half-joking words made him deeply aware of his "value", so he had to cooperate with the arrangements of the program team, and he also had to complete the side tasks before the second public performance. The live broadcast platform is also a good channel, so he just ate at the big table obediently.

After a few days of adapting, he was able to basically ignore the existence of the camera.

At this time, Wei Zhe'an was sitting alone at the table with a nutritious meal in front of him, but he had no appetite and just looked at the food in confusion.

As a vocalist in his previous life, he knew the importance of protecting his voice and had strict requirements on his diet. But now the meals he faced were lighter than anything he had eaten before.

He doesn't care much about other things and always has a Buddhist attitude. The only two things he is most obsessed with are money and food.

At this moment, he stared at the food with a sad face, picking up and putting down the chopsticks repeatedly in his hand, hesitant, and even wanted to escape from the dining table.

The live camera captured this scene clearly.

[It seems that the baby really doesn’t like to eat it, hahahaha]

[Hahaha, is it that difficult? You look so aggrieved.]

[An An, are you mourning for the ingredients? hhhh]

[I am dying of laughter, you are so cute! 】