novelraw Chapter 221 - 214 Initial Display of Talent
Chapter 221 - 214 Initial Display of Talent
Lv Fangxin’s Team
These people, who had almost stayed up the entire night, began discussing the lyrics.
Liu Feiyu was the first to sing, but her lyrics lacked the essence of traditional elegance.
Confidently, Lu Peiqin started singing her first verse:
Little feet walking on the road,
Encountering a flower on the roadside.
Looking back, leaves fall at my feet.
...
Everyone dismissed the song after hearing these few lines.
The lyrics were too modern, completely missing the traditional aesthetic, and her melody had issues—too similar to a few existing songs.
Meimei and Chen Yinghan also sang their sections, but the style remained like a schoolgirl’s immature monologue.
Next was Lu Xiaoman. Her expression was not great, as her writing was on par with the first two.
Looking back, leaves fall at my feet.
Soaked by the rain, panic spreads.
...
After Lu Xiaoman finished humming, everyone was equally dissatisfied.
Especially with the line "soaked by the rain, panic spreads"—was she writing lyrics or a third-rate horror novel?
"Captain, what did you write?" Lu Xiaoman intentionally emphasized the word "captain."
Chen Yinghan’s face immediately darkened.
The others gave Lv Fangxin disdainful looks.
Everyone here knew that Lv Fangxin hadn’t even finished middle school; it was impressive for her to recognize all the characters, let alone write lyrics. How could she compare to them, who were aspiring college students?
Lv Fangxin herself looked pale, her gaze filled with unease.
"What’s wrong, Captain? Didn’t you write anything? It’s alright if you didn’t. We can manage without you. When the time comes, just smile more on stage to gain us some popularity."
At that moment, Lu Xiaoman felt an immense satisfaction; this freeloader was finally showing her weakness.
"I did write something. But it’s not traditional; I wrote a folk ballad."
Hearing Lv Fangxin’s words, everyone froze. They watched as she pulled out a notebook filled with neat handwriting.
Red walls and green tiles
Rain drops patter, like a poetic painting
The morning glories blooming on the bamboo fence
Glistening as if soaked in the hues of the distant sky.
The little orange cat at home
With jade-like green eyes and a yellow coat
Your mother waits at home for you to cuddle
Cooking smoke rises from the thatched roof, dishes look enticing
My mother, too, makes the most fragrant meals
Scallions, ginger, garlic—cooked into the taste of home
...
Although the lyrics weren’t stunning, they carried a tranquility and warmth of rural life.
Rustic houses, blooming morning glories, drizzling rain, curling smoke, and the adorable orange cat—together they created a picturesque pastoral scene.
The song also carried a little girl’s tender longing for her mother’s warmth.
In her heart, a mother was the most beautiful figure, and the meals her mother cooked were the most delicious.
At the same time, Lv Fangxin used the little orange cat to hint at her own yearning for happiness.
Her mother had left her at a very young age.
Everyone looked at her with surprise, doubt, and even disbelief.
"Did you write this?" Lu Xiaoman asked, her face full of skepticism.
Lv Fangxin blinked in confusion and nodded. "Yes!"
"How did you write this?" Meimei couldn’t help but ask.
"I don’t know either. I just kept thinking and thinking. I thought I couldn’t come up with anything, but once I wrote the first word, everything else just flowed out." Lv Fangxin smiled.
"Fangxin, this is amazing. You’ve written a true countryside ballad." Chen Yinghan’s eyes were glowing with admiration.
"Hmph! It’s decent, but it doesn’t align with the style we discussed." Lu Xiaoman snorted coldly.
"Exactly! Also, when we started writing the lyrics, there was no unified accompaniment. Now we can’t align them at all—not even the rhymes match," Lu Peiqin added.
Liu Feiyu frowned. It was Lu Peiqin who originally suggested the six of them work separately, and now she was the first to object when issues arose.
Chen Yinghan, too, felt annoyed at Lu Peiqin’s shirking responsibility and inconsistency. The only reason she was still here was thanks to Lv Fangxin pulling her up before.
Feeling helpless, Meimei said, "If we really can’t come up with something traditional, let’s just do a folk ballad!"
Looking at everyone’s expressions, Lv Fangxin felt deeply sad.
As the team captain, she felt like she was captain in name only, failing to take on the responsibilities expected of her.
She desperately wanted to be a good leader, but she had neither management skills nor overwhelming technical ability.
She’d won her position as captain through sheer luck. Back when she ascended the ranks, she had talked about how she might feel lonely at the top—but now she felt it in her core.
She deeply missed the first public performance group, where everyone worked wholeheartedly for the stage, and their captain Jiang Xijie had such great leadership skills.
But Lv Fangxin also realized that if things continued as they were, with their conflicting opinions, it would only drain all their energy.
Just as she was about to speak, the door to the training room swung open. Hu Binbin walked in, and the girls immediately lit up as if seeing a savior.
"Girls, it’s already 10:10 PM. What kind of song do you really want to sing?" Hu Binbin got straight to the point, wasting no words.
The girls turned to look at the clock, realizing he was right!
Their earlier frustration only deepened into outright anxiety.
"Here’s what I think: I’ll write down the styles you’re considering on the board, and then we’ll choose together." Hu Binbin grabbed a marker and began writing.
"Something unique, something traditional, something folk. Alright, pick one."
Lu Xiaoman walked over and immediately drew a line under "traditional."
Her intention to vote for it was clear.
Lu Peiqin was the second to step up and cast her vote: "I’ve always been in that circle."
Liu Feiyu went over and, unsurprisingly, chose "unique."
Meimei also voted for "unique," as she had a close relationship with Liu Feiyu.
Chen Yinghan glanced at Lv Fangxin before voting for "folk."
Lv Fangxin froze. She had been hoping Chen Yinghan would side with Liu Feiyu, so with three votes to two, they could finalize a style and move forward.
But Chen Yinghan clearly wanted to avoid letting Liu Feiyu have the spotlight and preferred using Lv Fangxin’s countryside ballad lyrics instead.
In this situation, Lv Fangxin was helpless; she couldn’t afford to alienate her last remaining ally.
Hu Binbin watched with a sense of disappointment. In his eyes, these girls were all scheming, and their minds had never truly been united.
"You girls... You’re making me anxious! Don’t you realize how much work there is after writing and composing? Can you really still make it to the performance like this?"
Hu Binbin couldn’t contain his frustration anymore. "Take a ten-minute break and think about what to do!"
A deeply ashamed and uneasy Lv Fangxin felt cold sweat break out all over her body. "I need to use the restroom."
Lu Xiaoman smirked coldly as she watched Lv Fangxin’s retreating figure.
Lu Peiqin also sneered internally, feeling that life wasn’t fair at all.
Chen Yinghan thought about it but decided not to follow after Lv Fangxin. Doing so would only make Hu Binbin or the production team suspect them of forming cliques.