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The theme of the third knockout round is: music style.

The program team invited famous music producers to create five different styles of tracks, namely: fresh campus style, energetic youth style, mature and sexy style, dynamic dance style, gentle and lyrical style.

As the C position, He Xu has the right to choose independently, and the other 2-10 will choose the style of music for them by online voting.

Each track is limited to 6 members, and the recruitment will stop immediately when the number is full, so the lower the ranking, the more passive.

He Xu neither chose ballads according to the ideas of the trainees, nor did he choose the mature style according to the online votes. Instead, he entered a dynamic themed room with dance as the main theme.

The first two stages have already recognized his singing ability, and he has no intention of continuing to show off his singing voice. If he just wants to sing, why bother participating in "Rising Star"? Why not go to the "Rising Star Singer Competition" next door.

Not happy for two games, I am really sorry for the 600 dance skills he has worked so hard to practice.

What's more, when he makes his solo debut in the future, he will also take the singing and dancing route.

Jiang Peng walked into the room, saw his senior brother, and was pleasantly surprised to perform an awkward dance on the spot.

He Xu pulled him to sit down: "Okay, don't move too much."

Jiang Peng was very excited: "Brother, guess who will walk in next?"

He Xu thought for a moment and said, "Ding Man."

Jiang Peng said: "No, there must be someone in front of him who will choose us."

However, the two waited and waited but did not wait for the third person.

Jiang Peng didn't give up: "Is someone lost?"

He Xu counted the time and asked the staff, "Have you finished the selection?"

The staff nodded sympathetically.

Jiang Peng finally faced the reality: "...is our song so cold?"

He Xu is not too surprised, dynamic dance music sounds a bit oldschool, and trainees will naturally want to avoid unfamiliar fields.

"It's okay, the other rooms are definitely useful, maybe we can still pick people."

Jiang Peng looked at his elder brother pitifully: "Yes!"

On the other side, Feng Xingwen accidentally fell into the sexy style.

When Di Jiaying saw Feng Xingwen at first, she thought she was in the wrong room, so she took two steps back, went out, and looked up at the sticker.

Damn it, it's really SEXY with Feng Xingwen.

Di Jiaying couldn't figure it out: "Don't your fans call you a baby?"

Will a mother like her son to dance?

Feng Xingwen, who was informed of the result, also felt like shit: "Don't guess what the fans are thinking."

Di Jiaying pondered for a moment, then pondered: "Could it be your phrase 'I LOVE YOU' on the stage last round that made the calm hearts of the 'mothers' feel the spring breeze of March."

Feng Xingwen: I told you not to guess, but you gave me an analysis.

The No.3 member of their group is Ding Man, whom Jiang Peng misses so much next door. Ding Man walked into the room and looked at the two of them for a moment.

Di Jiaying waved: "Don't look, you question us, we want to question you."

"What do you question me about?"

Ding Man pouted, put his hips on his hips, and twisted his hips.

"I am such a sexy BODY, every pore is telling SEXY."

Di Jiaying made a vomiting movement, Feng Xingwen covered his eyes, trying to avoid seeing dirty things.

Three more trainees came in one after another. Six people arrived. Ding Man was about to close the door, but saw one person running over in a hurry.

Shen Haokuo was sweating profusely, out of breath, put his hands on his knees and said, "Sorry, I ran to the wrong floor just now."

Then he looked up and saw Timon.

Timon: "..."

Shen Haokuo: "... Did I go wrong again?"

The uncontrollable laughter of the staff in the room broke into the screen.

Timon: "What made you have such a wrong perception of your own style?"

Shen Haokuo: "You."

Ding Man closed the door expressionlessly, and Shen Haokuo hurriedly stepped into the door and pressed against it.

"Come on, let me in."

Ding Man: "You should give up your heart, we are all together."

Shen Haokuo looked in, stretched his neck and said, "Feng Xingwen can be here, why can't I."

Ding Man said contemptuously: "People can smile evilly, can you?"

Feng Xingwen was caught off guard by a cold arrow.

Di Jiaying let out a malicious "Oh~", stroked her chin and looked at him, her gossiping heart was ready to move.

Shen Haokuo turned three-quarters of his face to Ding Man, with the right corner of his mouth slightly raised.

"Manman, are you satisfied with what you see?"

Timon: "You have a convulsion."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door suddenly, took a step back, and made way sideways.

Shen Haokuo didn't have time to pull back his strength, so he jumped forward. With his agility, he avoided the embarrassment of the dog eating shit, and completed a set of coherent forward rolling movements.

The difficulty factor is three and a half stars.

Feng Xingwen clapped his hands.

The other melon-eating trainees clapped their hands.

Di Jiaying praised: "Bravo!"

Staff: Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

Because the number of their team exceeds the standard, a referendum is required to fill the team with insufficient personnel.

After everyone performed a sexy dance on the spot, Feng Xingwen wrote Ding Man's name and gave it to the staff without hesitation.

It's not that Ding Man dances badly, it's just that no matter what he does, Feng Xingwen finds it very funny.

Looking at this group of performances, Feng Xingwen was quite confident in himself, so when the staff counted and told him that he was the last one, Feng Xingwen suspected for a moment that he had fallen into the script written by the program team.

Shen Haokuo apologized guiltily: "I'm sorry brother, we also want to live."

Ding Man sighed: "Understand, there is too much difference in the appearance of our group. You just stand still on the stage, and you can get first-class by swiping your face. With you here, there is no room for competition for [-] welfare tickets."

Di Jiaying originally wanted to say a few words, but when she heard Ding Man's words, she couldn't help but miss the point.

"The difference in appearance is not to the point of crushing, right?"

Ding Manyu said earnestly: "CHARK, you can rap very well. Look at your own shining points. There is no need to compare your weaknesses to others' strengths."

Di Jiaying looked constipated, where did he grow short? !

Several of their old acquaintances dissed each other, and the atmosphere was lively. The other three trainees couldn't get in the way at all, and looked at each other with embarrassing expressions.

At this time, Han Ying, a trainee ranked in the 20th place, suddenly said: "Keep Feng Xingwen's trainees are not weak on stage, not only because of their outstanding looks."

What he said was obviously exaggerating Feng Xingwen, but secretly he was accusing Ding Man of treating Feng Xingwen as a vase.

Displeasure flashed across Di Jiaying's eyes.

He understands that Han Ying is eager to create a topic to get the camera, but Feng Xingwen has already been voted away, Ding Man is a future teammate, and he would rather please Feng Xingwen than Ding Man.

Ding Man argued: "I didn't say that Feng Xingwen was weak..."

Feng Xingwen interrupted him: "Actually, Ding Man is right. Everyone should see their own shining points, not to mention our responsibility is to bring vitality and beauty to the audience."

The others were dumbfounded as they listened to Feng Xingwen's essay on "the meaning of idol existence".

After laying the groundwork for a long time, Feng Xingwen changed the topic, and confronted the trainee who was provoking trouble.

"I'm not familiar with you, so can I tell you what's the bright spot?"

Han Ying replied: "I worked very hard..."

Feng Xingwen: "Every trainee who participated in the program worked hard, this is what we should do."

Under his sharp eyes, Han Ying broke into a cold sweat: "I attach great importance to the stage..."

Feng Xingwen smiled: "If we don't pay attention to the stage, we won't sit here."

Han Ying's voice trembled: "My basic skills are good. Although I don't look outstanding now, I am solid..."

This time Feng Xingwen didn't refute, but lowered his head slightly, with a hint of sadness in his tone: "You are right, my basic skills are too good, and I am not yet a qualified idol."

Han Ying: I obviously didn't say that!

Han Ying couldn't argue with anything. As soon as he said a word, Di Jiaying comforted Feng Xingwen loudly and didn't give him a chance to explain.

Han Ying, who flattered and patted the horse's leg, had to swallow the bitterness by herself.

No matter how stupid Ding Man was, he knew that Feng Xingwen and Di Jiaying were protecting him, so he silently remembered this favor in his heart.

At the same time, in the lyric room.

Huang Jun, who thought he could see He Xu, fell into deep thought facing the empty room.

What made him feel even more difficult in life was that he saw Yu Yan a minute later.

Yu Yan was quite surprised to see him: "Fate."

Huang Jun spit out two words coldly in his heart, Nie Yuan.

Yu Yan walked up to him and sat down, and patted his arm affectionately.

"Don't worry, taking advantage of the rest day, I went to buy throat lozenges, Pang Haihai, I can share some with you this time."

Huang Jun was superficial: "Really, you have a heart."

Yu Yan said: "I keep all the receipts, and the accounts are clear. When you come to ask for it, just write an IOU."

Huang Jun: "... Thank you so much."

Yu Yan: "Why are you being polite, we are brothers, we settle accounts clearly, and we will never let ugly money disputes affect our pure friendship."

Huang Jun: I choose to break up the relationship.

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