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Obviously this is a risky decision, because Xiao Huai may not be able to master rap very well. However, with his hoarse voice, it was indeed the best decision.

After Ji Zeyu told his teammates about the decision, the teammates were silent for a minute, and then nodded in agreement.

Later, Ji Zeyu also talked about the change of clothes.

Compared with the previous change, the teammates obviously liked this one more and expressed their curiosity about it.

"Wow, do you really want to wear that kind of clothes?"

"That's too exciting!"

"I think the stage effect will be great, is this a secret weapon?"

Thanks to Ji Zeyu's efforts, the atmosphere of the originally passive and desperate team has improved. Everyone regained their confidence in the performance and started their final training.

Xiao Huai came back late at night.

Ji Zeyu stayed in the dance studio for a long time and changed the lyrics to a big head. When Xiao Huai came back, Ji Zeyu had just finished changing the lyrics. He handed the revised lyrics to him and said to him, "I plan to change your part to rap. With a hoarse voice, it is difficult to complete the rap. Smaller than singing. What do you think?"

Xiao Huai was stunned. He didn't expect that Ji Zeyu was still trying to save the stage so late, a warm current surged in his heart, he reached out to hug him, and said moved: "Captain, thank you..."

Afterwards, Xiao Huai browsed the lyrics changed by Ji Zeyu, which not only matched the original meaning of the words, but also the style was more suitable for rap.

Xiao Huai put away the lyrics, looked at Ji Zeyu seriously with dark brown eyes, and said slowly, "Don't worry, Captain, I will practice rap seriously."

Since Ji Zeyu has paid so much for him, he must fulfill the expectations given by Ji Zeyu.

Ji Zeyu breathed a sigh of relief, showed a tired smile, and said to Xiao Huai, "rest first at night, get up tomorrow morning to practice, you can definitely do it."

Xiao Huai nodded vigorously, with a look of confidence in his eyes, different from the usual him.

The hearts of the members of the singing and writing group B were simmering at the moment. Everyone was thinking about the design on the stage before going to bed. Xiao Huai memorized the words until late at night, familiar with the rhythm and drum beats over and over again.

However, the other contestants in the program group were not optimistic about them.

Originally, Xiao Huai's strength was not good, and his voice was hoarse because of illness, and the singing group A was strong, what did Ji Zeyu and the others win?

Eight hours before the show starts.

Lu Nanyun and his teammates performed the final line dance in the dance studio. He was still practicing during the break.

Several teammates sat on the ground and talked a lot about the situation of the duet group B.

"Hey, what do you think Ji Zeyu will do this time? I don't think he will be as lucky as last time."

"With Xiao Huai as a hindrance, what else can he do?"

"There should be no suspense in the singing and composition competition at night..."

Lu Nanyun, who was practicing dance, suddenly stopped.

He turned around, his icy gaze fell on those people, and he said word by word, "You already have the chance to win?"

The dance team was full of powerhouses, no one dared to say these four words, and the teammates shook their heads one after another.

"Then why do you still have time to make irresponsible remarks about others?" Lu Nanyun's tone was so cold that there was no emotion at all, "Get up and continue practicing."

Everyone was frightened by the biting chill in Lu Nanyun's eyes, and hurriedly got up from the ground, not daring to talk about more topics related to Ji Zeyu.

It's just that they all feel very confused - Lu Nanyun was fine a few minutes ago, why is he suddenly unhappy?

the other side.

The door to the training room for Group B was closed. No one knows what state they are in now.

Some people feel that they are trying to save, some people think they have given up, and some people are waiting for the performance with the mentality of watching a good show.

Four hours later, the equipment was tested at the performance site, and the players took the bus to the stadium one after another.

On the buildings along the way, you can see the posters of the "Star Trek" program everywhere, and the city is also full of youthful and vigorous atmosphere because of these posters.

Fans came to the scene early to wait, and the support cards were shipped outside the venue in batches, which was even more spectacular than the last time.

Jiang Li has become a well-known figure in Ji Zeyu's fan circle. She helps out in the support club and can be seen busy everywhere. She didn't feel tired at all, and she was even a little excited. She was thinking about what kind of surprise Ji Zeyu would bring in this performance.

At this moment, a black luxury car slowly parked on the side of the road, and a tall and straight man got out of the car. He was wearing black casual clothes, with a handsome face and a stern smile on his face, full of the breath of strangers.

Under the gaze of the surrounding eyes, the tall man walked to Ji Zeyu's support booth with a cold expression on his face.

Jiang Li's eyes widened, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

But unlike the two handsome guys and beauties who appeared in the last performance, this man's aura was even stronger. Even if he was the president, Jiang Li would not have the slightest suspicion.

Would such a person also chase stars? And chasing Xiaoji?

The man stopped in front of the booth and looked at the aids carefully. His voice was low and sexy: "Excuse me, how do you sell these?"

Everyone in the support club was stunned by his question.

The man's eyes were suddenly attracted by a transparent fan with a cartoon version of Ji Zeyu on it. He was wearing a black-backed gold-patterned hair band, and he hurriedly reached out to catch the volleyball. Come on.

A slight laugh came.

Jiang Li slowly widened her eyes, she took a long time to identify, and finally confirmed that it was a sneer from a man, a bit like sarcasm, and a bit like... doting?

Jiang Li suspected that she had heard it wrong.

"How much is this fan?" the man asked politely, his tone was pleasant, his cold facial features seemed a lot softer at this moment.

"Ah, no money, free exchange with tickets!" The girl next to Jiang Li said in a panic. Obviously, this is the first time she has met such a handsome and temperamental fan.