CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 346 - 338: The Final Battle Begins

The atmosphere on stage grew increasingly heavy.

"I will now announce the name of the contestant ranked 11th," Gao said.

"The number 11 is too sensitive. I’ve never felt how meaningful this number could be until now," Uncle Bao said.

"Before we announce it, let’s invite Chen Yinghan, who had the biggest surge in rankings, to share her feelings," Gao started following the script.

Chen Yinghan picked up the microphone, her face radiating a confident smile: "I remember my founder once said, ’You’re not my Monkey King, but you plan to cause chaos in my Heavenly Palace.’"

The CP fans in front of the screen instantly caught her meaning and were fired up.

"Since you’ve made it possible, I’ll walk forward fearlessly," she said.

After this sentence, all the CP fans went crazy.

What is Chen Yinghan doing? Is this some sort of double entendre?

Ye Yuwei felt that Chen Yinghan was being far too bold. What’s going to happen to her after this?

Lu Fangxin’s delicate, flower-like face was full of excitement, but she couldn’t turn back to look at her friend. She knew the cameramen and scriptwriters here were ruthless.

The fans in the audience were also shouting passionately and frenziedly.

"Now we’ll reveal the contestant temporarily ranked 11th—this is so nerve-wracking!" Uncle Bao said.

"This is the latest data, just received from the production team," Uncle Bao held an electronic cue card. "Ranked 11th is Jiang Mengqi."

Upon hearing her name, Jiang Mengqi didn’t show much excitement.

Her face, typically sweet as sunshine and rainbows, reflected more disappointment.

Nevertheless, she bowed to everyone.

"I’d imagine Jiang Mengqi is feeling very emotional right now, and the others too," Uncle Bao said.

"Let me give each person 15 seconds to say what they want," Gao said.

This was a segment specifically designed by the production team, effectively serving as a call for votes.

All the earlier build-up was intended to amplify the mood.

Ye Yuwei only had one thing to say: "Three months, no regrets. Let’s bring this journey to a close together!"

Lu Bingbing maintained her usual composure: "Today, I stand not just for myself. I want to let starlight shine bright, to illuminate the entire Galaxy with my light."

Lu Fangxin smiled slightly: "I didn’t fulfill my promise; I slipped up again. But I’ll rise and continue forward, for you all."

Wu Zixuan’s smile was flawless: "Thank you all. I want to transition from being your little princess to your queen."

Meng Meixuan, brimming with confidence: "With you by my side, I’m invincible and radiant."

Liu Feiyu flashed a dignified smile: "Choosing me won’t be a mistake. Please give me a thumbs-up."

Fu Xiaoyu’s eyes were filled with hope: "I’ll savor my moments on stage. My future hinges on my efforts. Please watch me and witness my comeback!"

Yang Ni spoke with gravity: "Today, I’ll give my best performance. Please give me your support—your likes might change my fate and life. Thank you."

The sound technician, following Yang Xiaoyue’s instructions, directed the mic toward Yang Ni’s fan group.

Immediately, the venue was filled with cheers and words of encouragement for her.

Gao Ziyi’s expression was somewhat stiff, but her cute demeanor remained unbothered: "With you, I fear nothing. Let’s charge ahead together!"

Jiang Mengqi

One by one, 22 people gave their statements, some heartfelt, others deliberate.

"Now comes the most thrilling, explosive moment—the start of the competition!" Uncle Bao’s voice was brimming with excitement and energy.

The stage lights gradually dimmed, and the entire venue was enveloped in the tension of an impending battle.

All the fans stopped shouting; they wanted to see who would take the stage first.

When the lights turned on, the stage was bathed in a mysterious blue hue.

Lai Ruoxuan, Li Shihan, Wang Na, Meng Meixuan, Wu Zixuan, Gao Yingxi, Guo Xia, and Jiang Mengqi appeared before everyone’s eyes.

The intense music bombarded the venue like a storm, and vibrant lighting illuminated every corner, stimulating everyone’s nerves to their peak.

After a brief group dance came the individual performances.

Gao Yingxi, a talented dancer from Beijing Dance Academy, immediately began moving her entire body in sync with the music.

Freed from the constraints of less proficient teammates, her abilities were unleashed to their fullest potential.

She was like a walking melody, a dancing sprite, the queen whose movements captivated hearts amidst the neon lights.

Next was Jiang Mengqi. Her usual sweet charm was nowhere to be seen; instead, she exuded a seductive allure, like a ghostly siren emerging from the dark mist. Amid the kaleidoscope of shifting colors, she showcased unparalleled beauty.

The audience below was entranced, immersed in the soul-stirring music, frantically swaying along with Jiang Mengqi’s dance steps.

In this intoxicating moment, they forgot deeply ingrained memories and the pain buried in their hearts, experiencing only boundless joy.

The music transitioned to something light and playful, hopping along the stage.

With her long hair, a T-shirt, and pink tights, Wu Zixuan stepped lightly to the rhythm.

Her movements were nimble and lively, like a spirited kitten bursting with energy.

Her gaze was electric, alluring.

At that moment, it felt as though the air was filled with pink bubbles.

An unexpected mishap occurred—Wu Zixuan’s earpiece fell off.

Without the earpiece, performers on stage wouldn’t be able to hear the music clearly, meaning she wouldn’t be able to keep pace with the rhythm for the next part of her performance.

Jiang Mengqi quickly stepped in to help Wu Zixuan fix it.

However, each segment’s performance time was limited, and Mengqi’s fans worried that this might impact her own performance, shouting urgently: "Rainbow, don’t worry about Wu Zixuan! Ignore her!"

Jiang Mengqi froze, stunned by her fans’ selfishness.

In her mind, they were teammates—how could she not help?

Wu Zixuan couldn’t help but smile wryly, wanting to handle it herself, but Jiang Mengqi gave her a steadfast look.

Meng Meixuan’s turn came up next. Sporting a slicked-back hairstyle and a rose-red suit over a white crewneck shirt, she radiated a bold presence.

Strong beats, frenzied fans, and dazzling laser lights.

Meng Meixuan dominated the stage with her commanding movements.

She was like a pink mandala suddenly blooming, exuding irresistible allure.

She darted across the stage, constantly shifting positions, her joints propelling her body through a series of fluid yet precise moves—simultaneously rapid and smooth, leaving no time for the audience’s eyes to rest, like a masterful magician.

Next came Guo Xia, dressed in purple athletic gear. Her movements were clean and sharp, bursting with energy.

Following the beat of the music, the muscles beneath her outfit tightened, relaxed, and contracted in a rhythm that seemed poised to unleash all her power at once. Up close, she appeared to be in a constant state of vibrating intensity.

These moves were extremely challenging for any woman, requiring immense muscle strength and precise timing to stay in sync with the beat.

Among them all, Guo Xia’s dancing was the most technically demanding.

With the cheerful, playful music in the background, Lu Fangxin stepped into the limelight wearing a blue plaid long dress. Her dance moves were at a kindergarten level, but her youthful beauty still made her endearing to watch.

As soon as she appeared on stage, the audience was filled with shouts from her haters.

This time, however, the sound technician ignored the commotion and focused solely on capturing stage audio.

Lu Fangxin also heard the haters’ jeers, causing her previously relaxed demeanor to stiffen. Her composure faltered, and the sweet smile vanished from her face.

Her solo performance was short, though, and soon it was Lu Xiaoxue’s turn.

Accompanied by classical music, this sweet-faced gymnast delivered an impressive display of high-difficulty acrobatics.

She began with a golden rooster pose, followed by a split, and then performed a swirling ribbon routine reminiscent of rhythmic gymnastics.

Though not strictly a dance, her movements were still captivating to watch.

The group returned to the stage under fiery lights, delivering a mesmerizing collective performance filled with charm.

The crowd erupted in cheers and shouts, while Ye Yuwei and the others backstage felt their hearts surge with excitement, eager to perform.

The girls in the stands were clapping furiously, wishing they could be on that stage themselves.