CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 343 - 335: The Finals Begin
"Xiao Man, are you okay?" Meng Meixuan’s expression appeared calm, but her tightly clenched grip on the other’s hand revealed her true feelings.
"I’m fine, just can’t do live streams for a while. You seem to have lost some weight." Lu Xiaoman spoke softly as well, but her eyes were filled with intense emotions.
Lv Fangxin and Chen Yinghan were happily chatting with Liu Nian.
The three of them were crying tears of joy, with Liu Nian pulling them along, chattering endlessly.
The twins also ran over, and the group grew larger, with everyone feeling happy again.
Regarding whether the two would debut, Liu Nian seemed even more confident than they were.
"Yang Ni, are you holding up okay?" Wang Miaomiao’s face showed some envy and disappointment.
"Of course, I’m fine! You’re the only representative left in our team now, you’re definitely going to debut!" Yu Xiaohong chimed in bluntly as usual.
Yang Ni forced a smile, but she didn’t believe she would debut.
She, like Lai Ruoxuan, had never walked the Flower Road even once.
Fu Xiaoyu and Qiang Yueting were celebrating with extreme happiness, chatting nonstop with teammates who surrounded them.
Meng Meixuan and Wu Zixuan were also surrounded by a crowd.
Among them, only Ye Yuwei appeared isolated, having few friends of her own, with her close friend Zhang Zijing being pulled away by her former teammates.
"Everyone, calm down, calm down."
"We need to rehearse now; tomorrow is showtime!"
Yang Xiaoyue shouted anxiously into a megaphone.
She felt she shouldn’t have called these girls back the day before the competition.
It would’ve been better to do it a day earlier.
But she also worried these people might affect the mood of the 22 contestants.
This group live performance was her creative idea, dubbed the "nostalgia kill."
The storyline had reached its final Chapter.
A third written by Penguin, a third by the contestants, and the last third completed by the audience (fans). Tomorrow would be the grand finale.
However, emotions running high among the girls had spread uncontrollably, and nobody was listening to her anymore.
After three months of intense competition and training, the girls’ tolerance had reached its limit.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to obey the program team’s instructions—it’s that their emotions couldn’t be adjusted anymore.
Each of them felt an urge to rebel recklessly.
Yang Xiaoyue was about to shout again but was stopped by Sun Miao.
"Let them calm down! Even a spring can’t be compressed too tightly."
Yang Xiaoyue thought about it, then put down her megaphone.
"Let the kitchen know, prepare a lavish dinner." Yang Xiaoyue said to the staff.
A joyous atmosphere spread throughout the team, infecting many of the staff as well.
Many of them were fans of these girls themselves.
Even though they were part of the production process, as outsiders, they were also deeply moved by these girls, with some even becoming wholly engrossed.
The production team had already fired four or five staff members suspected of behaving like extreme fans.
The mentors, too, were nearly overwhelmed emotionally.
They had spent over three months alongside these girls.
At first, everyone came to simply fulfill a work obligation.
Unexpectedly, they had immersed their genuine emotions into the program.
To be precise, they had poured them into these girls.
Each time someone was eliminated, they felt sadness.
Every time someone advanced, they felt joy.
In recent days, they had spent nearly all their time here, coaching the girls onstage.
Witnessing so many people return today also made them very happy.
A group of girls had already walked over to meet them.
That night, everyone experienced warmth and tranquility.
Unlike them, the fans stayed up almost the entire night.
Li Ke, Xiao Du, and other influential fans had a ton of tasks to organize.
The most crucial among them was voting; they had no resources left for tackling rumors.
Because manpower was too tight, every fan club supporting trainees with hopes of debut had been overtaken by voting madness.
Money, in their eyes, was no longer money.
Their biggest concern was figuring out how to spend all of it.
Many leading fans didn’t attend this final battle in person.
On-location, after two hours of ticket collection and two hours of queuing—
Over 3,000 fans finally entered the broadcast studio.
The setup inside the studio was incredibly luxurious, with a high-altitude LED display.
A wide, grand stage, along with lighting reminiscent of stars adorning the ceiling.
As the majestic music played, today’s host, Uncle Bao, walked onto the stage.
In a sleek yet casual suit, he appeared both handsome and charismatic.
Joining him was a female host from another major network, Gao.
The fans felt mixed emotions—they understood the production’s choice of Uncle Bao because of his status as a film emperor, which brought greater influence, but they preferred Long Zitao.
After all, Long Zitao had accompanied these girls throughout their journey as a mentor.
Meanwhile, backstage, Long Zitao was overwhelmed with emotions as he looked at the girls around him still touching up makeup, adjusting microphones, and fixing performance costumes.
Their destinies were about to change tonight, and he was one of the architects of their paths.
His gaze fell on Ye Yuwei. That girl always stood tall and composed, maintaining an impeccable image.
"Hello, everyone, I’m the new director and trainee, Uncle Bao." Uncle Bao introduced himself, emphasizing his transition into behind-the-scenes work as a director.
"Hello, everyone, I’m Gao, hailing from a beautiful island." Wearing a black evening gown and exuding elegance like a swan, Gao greeted everyone.
On stage, the various lights illuminated, creating an atmosphere of excitement.
"Today, we witness the debut moment of the Dream Girls!" Uncle Bao announced.
"Yes, it’s so moving and nerve-wracking," Gao’s professional hosting skills shone through as she spoke with emotion.
Uncle Bao glanced across the room: "Today, it’s not just fans here; there are representatives from entertainment companies and our colleagues in the industry as well."
The camera panned across, revealing to the live-stream audience a group of older men and women seated at a higher section on the right side of the stage. Shou Shou was among them, his face tense.
"Now, let’s welcome our Dream Girls onto the stage." Gao announced loudly.
The fans immediately erupted with deafening cheers, shouting the names of their favorite girls repeatedly.
This time, the live band accompanied the entrance. The camera made sure to show close-ups of the trumpet player.
Typically, trumpets signal the charge in military marches.
So, the significance of this shot was unmistakable.
Next came the sound of Western-style bass drums.
Suddenly, it felt like they were at a school sports day.
Wasn’t this the music played for athletes entering the field?
Quickly, one by one, the girls emerged from the LED rainbow glass-paneled waiting area.
The fans’ emotions were immediately heightened.
"Oh my god! Wang Miaomiao, Lin Jiayi..."
"All the contestants are back!"
This scene inexplicably moved everyone; seeing these girls again elicited an almost dreamlike feeling.
On stage, the girls felt the same—a sensation of being transported into a dream.
They desperately wished for their youth to be frozen in this moment, never aging, never fading.
The Dream Girls program theme song began to play.
This theme song had become the most popular music of the time.
It had been shared and danced to across countless communities.
While fans previously only watched recorded versions, this was their chance to witness it live.
The camera quickly panned over the girls’ heads.
Fans felt as though their eyes weren’t fast enough to take everything in. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
They wanted to see both the close-ups on the big screen and the grand choreography onstage simultaneously.
Some couldn’t help but start dancing along.
On stage, neon-style lights cast their glow onto girls dressed in pink gowns.
They were brimming with youthful energy, radiantly beautiful, and their eyes sparkled.
At the center of the stage, the 22 finalists had the most camera time.
Their gazes exuded confidence.
As the music ended, fans began shouting the names of their favorite girls feverishly.
"Thank you, Dream Girls! You are the best!" Gao walked on stage.
"They’re simply phenomenal. Every face is etched with the word ’dream.’" Uncle Bao joined her.
One by one, the girls began exiting the stage, some appearing as though waking up from a dream, with traces of melancholy in their eyes.
On the left side of the stage, the program team had also prepared seats for them.
Though they couldn’t participate in the final competition, allowing them to be part of the event was, in a way, a small compensation for their dreams.
