After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 481: Debut night! Final lineup (3)
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He distinctly remembered that she hadn’t said this a few days ago.
Well, whatever. Everything his wife says is right.
The theme song performance ended quickly. What followed were words of encouragement from the mentors to the trainees.
Until Lu Ningsheng took the stage once again.
“Today, every single thing matters,” she said into the microphone. “Everyone watching the livestream here will decide the final debut lineup. The voting channel will close at 9:50, so don’t forget the time. Now—let the performances officially begin!”
“Come on, let me hear your screams as we welcome the first group of contestants!”
The cheers below grew even louder.
“Xie Yu! Xie Yu!!!”
“Xu Xiyun!”
“Shi Yu, mom loves you!”
The lights dimmed once more.
“Boom.”
The drumbeat sounded.
“Boom boom!”
The stage lit up as a six-member group stepped forward, with Xie Yu at center position.
The moment Xie Yu appeared, wave after wave of cheers erupted from the audience, each louder than the last.
He happened to turn his head, a lazy smile curving his lips, so captivating that even the camera shook slightly.
His dancing had always been explosively powerful—but paired with this outfit personally designed by Si Fuqing, the effect was even more explosive.
It was impossible to look away.
[Oh my god, where did Brother Xie get this outfit custom-made? It’s insanely cool.]
[So handsome!!!]
[I can finally say this for sure—this is Lan’s design! And it’s core-level design! Have you heard of the “Right Hand of God”?]
“Right Hand of God” was only a title, not a real name.
Because they were Yun Lan’s exclusive designer yet had never shown their face, Yun Lan’s fans affectionately called them the “Right Hand of God.”
[N-no way? Don’t scare me!]
[Wait, if even the Right Hand of God is here, does that mean our Lan is making a comeback?!]
[Honestly, you’re overthinking it. Even if it’s Lan’s design, there’s no way it’s a core piece. Do you know what core design means? You can’t buy it with money. There’s no way an award-winning actor like Lan would lower their status to design costumes for a talent show.]
“Boom!”
The drumbeat accelerated, the music surging sharply upward.
Xie Yu’s movements grew faster. As the first climax hit, he suddenly shrugged off his outer jacket, sharply defined abs instantly coming into view.
The fans completely lost their minds.
[Is this really something I’m allowed to see?!]
[This must be Mentor Si looking out for us—thank you, Mentor Si!】
[Eight-pack abs! I voted just for this!]
Below the stage, Gu Wenzhu slowly let out a breath and joined in the applause.
Beautiful. Truly beautiful.
He knew Si Fuqing well—one glance was enough for him to tell that this choreography was arranged by her.
“Teacher, don’t you think those two outfits look kind of familiar?” Qu Lingyun asked, puzzled. “Are they from our brand?”
Gu Wenzhu instantly turned cold. “Not familiar.”
Idiot.
To think he couldn’t even recognize clothing personally designed by A Lan.
What use was a student like Qu Lingyun to him?
“Oh.” Qu Lingyun nodded and immediately believed him.
If Gu Wenzhu said so, then he must have been mistaken.
There were plenty of brands that imitated Lan’s style, but these two outfits had somehow captured the very essence.
Later, he’d go ask the production team who the designer was.
On the other side, Xie Yanqiu narrowed her eyes. “Why do I feel like something’s off about the clothes that kid is wearing…”
The style was very similar to Lan’s, yet she had never seen this design before.
Moreover, Lan’s usual practice was to release the design sketches online before unveiling the physical pieces.
No, she’d have to ask about it later.
“What’s wrong?” the man immediately said. “Obviously, it still doesn’t look as good as when you wear it.”
“Stop sweet-talking,” Xie Yanqiu took a deep breath. “Hurry up and vote for your son.”
The man silently took out his phone.
On stage, Xie Yu had no idea that he was about to face an interrogation from Xie Yanqiu. He was still dancing.
“Boom!”
The final musical beat landed, and the venue erupted into total frenzy.
“Xie Yu! Xie Yu!”
“Ahhh—Xie Yu, look at Mom just once!”
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