Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes fell on the wall clock, and then nodded in agreement. They sat down on the spot, adjusting their breathing, and some even lay directly on the ground, gasping for breath, obviously exhausted.

However, Huang Liming did not choose to rest. He stood in front of the mirror and practiced his movements attentively. Wei Zhe'an observed silently for a while, then steered the wheelchair to slide next to Huang Liming. He asked bluntly: "Do you feel that if you pause here, you will not be able to connect with the next movements?"

Huang Liming didn't look back, but just looked at Wei Zhe'an in the mirror, hummed softly, and felt a little disappointed.

Wei Zhe'an didn't say much, but demonstrated the action himself. He explained: "You see, your left hand is not on your waist like this, your right hand should go over like this. If you feel that you can't grasp the rhythm by just pausing, you can move your shoulders like this, or use your waist belt - just add a small movement to control the beat."

He explained and demonstrated the movements, while the others also stared at Wei Zhe'an's demonstration in the mirror. Huang Liming tried to imitate and found that he had improved a lot compared to simply counting the beats in his mind before. At least now he no longer rushed the beat when doing this movement.

He repeated the exercise several times, and finally chose to add a small movement of rotating his shoulders to better grasp the beat. Huang Liming's pressure was relieved, and a smile appeared on his face: "Great, An Shen!"

Wei Zhe'an was slightly stunned when he heard this name, then responded with a smile: "What kind of name is this? Just call me An'an."

Huang Liming shook his head: "Everyone calls you that in private. You are a big devil here now, you know?"

Zhao Ming was drinking water in the back, and he echoed what was said: "Yes, you learn everything quickly, and you are also good at memorizing lines. You can learn this dance after watching it only once, and you can also make adjustments. It's really okay to call you a god."

Zhao Penghao and others also nodded in agreement. Wei Zhe'an was a little embarrassed by everyone's praise: "Just call me An'an, that name is a bit strange."

Zhao Penghao joked, "Just get used to it. More people will call you that in the future."

Everyone chatted for a while, but Fang Zizhen never spoke. He just looked at Wei Zhe'an in the mirror silently, lost in his own thoughts.

Wei Zhe'an noticed Fang Zizhen's gaze and looked at the mirror. He found that Fang Zizhen's eyes were fixed on him, but his eyes seemed a little blurry.

He asked curiously, "What's wrong, Zizhen?"

Fang Zizhen was brought back to reality by Wei Zhe'an's voice. He sorted out his thoughts and said what he was thinking: "I was thinking about the possibility of you sitting in a fixed position to participate in the dance. It would be a pity if you didn't dance."

Hearing this, the others all looked at Wei Zhe'an. Fang Zizhen continued, "What do you think if we adjust the position a little bit, let you sit on a high stool in the center of the stage, and we dance around you?"

This idea immediately aroused everyone's interest, and everyone was eager to try it out immediately.

Wei Zhe'an imagined the scene in his mind, but shook his head: "No, that would make you more like backup dancers. I think it might be better to use musical instruments."

At this time, Zhao Penghao stood up, glanced at everyone in the mirror, and proposed a bolder idea: "Hey, musical instruments and dance don't conflict. What do you think will happen if we redesign the entire stage?"

He excitedly described his idea: "We can add some props. Since Wei Zhe'an can't move, we can draw on the concept of puppeteers and puppets. We can stick strings on our hands and let Wei Zhe'an sit higher than us. When we dance on the stage, it's like we are puppets controlled by him."

As Zhao Penghao spoke, his eyes became brighter and brighter: "We can also create a story based on this song and interpret it with dance."

Several other people were also attracted by this creative idea and expressed that this plan was highly feasible.

They gathered together again, took out their own lyrics books, and began to discuss the possibility of incorporating stories into the lyrics. Huang Liming first expressed his opinion: "I think this idea is quite good. Most of the audience at the scene don't understand Russian and don't know what we are singing specifically. If we can present it in this way, the audience can also understand what we are singing."

Zhu Kaiyu raised doubts: "Although the idea is good, the key is whether the program team agrees. Aren't we going to have a group PK? If our stage is different from Group B's stage, how can we compare?"

This is indeed a problem. If the two stages are presented in very different ways, the more creative and attractive stage will definitely attract more audiences. In this way, the criteria for judging by the program team may become complicated.

Wei Zhe'an suggested: "We can try to communicate with the program team to see if they accept this innovation. Or, we can also invite Group B to participate in the adaptation. As long as our stage is the same, it will be fine."

Liu Ming added: "Perhaps we can discuss it with Group B first? They seem a little depressed recently and haven't been practicing actively enough."

Zhao Penghao nodded in agreement: "Indeed, it seems that their dance is not yet complete."

Wei Zhe'an looked at the time. It was already past six in the afternoon. He was not sure whether Group B would come back to continue practicing. He turned to Liu Ming and said, "How about we try to arrange a section and record a demo. Then, you take the demo to ask Group B to see if they are willing to work with us to revise it?"

Liu Ming agreed: "This is a good method. If both our groups agree to make the change, the production team probably won't stop us."

They acted quickly and began to readjust their movements and dance moves based on the choreography provided by the program team.

"I think the expressions here don't need to be too exaggerated, just keep it as it is."

"But we are set as puppets, shouldn't we always maintain a stiff expression?"

“No, I think when it’s my turn, I can show a sense of agility, just like the puppet is actually the embodiment of the puppeteer.”

"This is a good idea. It's like a puppeteer splitting his puppets into five to perform a show."

"Yeah, we can add some puppet stiffness here."

"But this move seems a bit complicated. Maybe you can go over there, and I'll go to the front. Let's try this move."

"And do the rap lyrics here need to be changed? I feel like the emotions don't connect."

"Indeed, there should be a feeling of anger and shame here. If you add the feeling of bitterness, it will seem a bit abrupt."

They stood in front of the mirror, constantly trying and adjusting, hoping to find the most perfect way to perform. Every detail and every movement was repeatedly discussed and polished by them, striving to achieve the most ideal effect.