CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol
Chapter 92 - 90 Yuwei Erupts

Chapter 92: Chapter 90 Yuwei Erupts

Lu Bingbing performed a Muay Thai routine, and it was indeed powerful and dynamic, combining hardness with softness. Especially her series of elbow strikes, fierce and strong, carried an imposing aura.

This made her stand out among the trainees who largely focused on singing and dancing performances.

When your singing and dancing aren’t remarkable, if you want the audience to remember you, you must show something unique. Clearly, Lu Bingbing came prepared.

"Very impressive. Back in the day, I debuted as an idol after just one year of training because I had a specialty—boxing," Long Zitao remarked nostalgically. He felt deeply attached to his original group.

"I never would have thought—our girls are truly multitalented. Even if bad guys came along, there’s nothing to be scared of. No wonder she’s the team leader!" Tian Jiaxuan exclaimed in admiration.

Lu Bingbing maintained a graceful smile on her face, but deep in her eyes, a hint of pride could not be concealed; her plan had succeeded.

"Have you ever used Muay Thai in a real fight? I mean dealing with bad people," Tian Jiaxuan continued.

"...Well, sort of. Once, I took a taxi to the theater, and the driver tried to touch me. I..." Lu Bingbing’s words immediately filled the room with exclamations of admiration from the girls.

Honestly, many girls harbor a dream of being heroines—bold and powerful, able to take on the world.

"Wow! You’re really incredible. You can protect all the girls in your group. What made you decide to learn boxing?" Luo Junxiang asked.

"It gives me a sense of strength, and it also brings me a kind of peace. Whenever I face setbacks and difficulties, I go to the boxing gym, sweat it out, and then move forward with renewed determination," Lu Bingbing said with resolute eyes, infecting everyone present with her spirit.

Many people felt there was no doubt that she was exceptionally capable of being Galaxy’s team captain.

"Ye Yuwei, your captain performed Muay Thai. What about you?" Long Zitao shifted the topic.

"I’ve prepared a dance routine."

As soon as Ye Yuwei spoke, the previously excited group instantly seemed much less interested.

Singing and dancing were, after all, very ordinary performances unless one had overwhelming skill.

But judging by the performances so far, Ye Yuwei’s dance abilities seemed likely to be average.

At this moment, Ye Yuwei was secretly relieved that she had chosen to prepare a dance routine.

The requirement to prepare an individual performance came from the program team, but they had also mentioned it might not be performed.

This created a major dilemma, because if you wanted to perform a song and dance, copyright fees for the music were necessary—around 100,000 for a less popular song, while the minimum for a hit song was 300,000, covering just one performance.

Spending all that money without a guarantee of performing? Anyone would feel the sting. This is why only trainees from major companies could afford to repeatedly participate in talent shows.

The copyright for Ye Yuwei’s chosen song wasn’t owned by Galaxy—it was purchased by her personally.

As the spotlight shone down and mechanical-like noises played, Ye Yuwei’s movements became electrified, her body restrained yet dazzlingly vibrant.

Her expression turned sharp and imposing.

She extended her arms, and from her fingertips to her shoulders, then her torso, every joint appeared to move like it was equipped with mechanical hinges.

This extraordinary control demonstrated an exceptional dance foundation—these moves alone could be considered top-tier.

Lu Bingbing was momentarily stunned; she hadn’t expected her seemingly ordinary teammate, Ye Yuwei, to have such impressive dance skills.

In the dance studio, all she had seen was Ye Yuwei practicing group choreography during team sessions, with individual practice limited to her parts in team routines.

Who would’ve guessed that she had concealed her true abilities and deceived everyone?

Ye Yuwei was now fully immersed in her performance.

With music full of sci-fi vibes, hitting every beat precisely, she executed intricate and demanding moves similar to a transforming robot.

The mentors and trainees watching were stunned; such a level of dancing could compete on "Dance Storm." Why was she here for a girl group audition?

All eyes were fixed on her, completely captivated by her charisma—this was respect for a master.

Wow!

Oh my goodness!

I can’t bear to watch! I can’t bear to watch!

In an unexpected move toward the end, Ye Yuwei lifted her shirt, revealing toned, slender abs adorned with a six-pack.

This act instantly electrified the room, leaving everyone energized—it was incredibly bold.

Lv Fangxin looked like she was about to drool; she hadn’t imagined her elder "Rain sister" could be this provocative.

Long Zitao and others also smiled with inexplicable expressions—this girl was daring!

As Ye Yuwei finished her performance and stood center stage, she radiated confidence, charm, and allure, utterly captivating everyone in the room.

Long Zitao evaluated Ye Yuwei carefully—her figure was stunning, wonderfully proportioned, with a high waist, long legs, and elegant curves.

Her ink-black long hair, paired with her delicate and angular features, complemented her proud, Persian cat-like charm. She was utterly mesmerizing.

"Ye Yuwei, do many people in your team have a crush on you?" Long Zitao, almost involuntarily, blurted out a question.

Seeing the puzzled look in her eyes, he quickly clarified, "I mean, you must have a lot of fans, right?"

"I used to have some, but lately they’ve all disappeared."

"Disappeared?"

"Because I’ve become mature, learned more things. They liked the naïve version of me."

Ye Yuwei smiled ambiguously, her words layered with meaning that only insiders could understand.

Long Zitao couldn’t decode her statement immediately. Though he wanted to chat more, Yang Xiaoyue reminded him it was time for the next group to enter the stage.

Next up was the Rock Alliance, composed of Ge Huimin, Chen Yinghan, and Lu Xiaoman—three solo trainees.

A bassist, a guitarist, and a keyboardist.

Chen Yinghan wore her signature round hat.

Ge Jiahui was introduced on the big screen as a graduate of the USA’s Zijinhua Music Academy with dual bachelor’s degrees—a top student.

The most inconspicuous of the three was Lu Xiaoman, merely a small-time internet celebrity.

The mentors immediately perked up; any female rock band was bound to have some real talent.

But as the trio started playing their instruments and singing, the mentors and trainees nearly fell off their chairs in disbelief.

Their instrument performance was at an elementary school level, and as for the singing? It didn’t go off-key, but it lacked any pleasing quality.

Hu Binbin couldn’t hold back; this felt like a joke.

"I appreciate your confidence, but honestly, even after two bottles, I’d never reach this level!"

Chen Yinghan felt deeply embarrassed; she had initially opposed rearranging this song.

The song itself was already challenging and didn’t suit their vocal range.

However, Ge Huimin insisted on showcasing her composition skills and wrapped the song in Western styling, transforming it into a jazz arrangement.

This elevated its difficulty even further. Jazz is a niche genre—it sounds great with a suitable voice but is disastrous when forced.

Yet she wasn’t frustrated; she came here mainly for exposure.

So she didn’t argue with Ge Huimin, who was ambitious in contests but incompetent in execution.

"I’d still like to see your other performances," Zhang Wei interjected.

Given that all three were likely industry connections, Yang Xiaoyue had to be polite.

It was important to give everyone a chance to showcase their talents.

However, Ge Huimin and Lu Xiaocao remained unimpressive as expected.

Especially Ge Huimin, who had a standard, mediocre voice but insisted on highlighting her overseas skills, singing another jazz piece—with predictable results.

Those who had respected her as a "top student" finally saw her for what she was—a failed learner.

Zijinhua Music Academy might just be one of those colleges where admission depends on financial status rather than ability.

Chen Yinghan performed "I Like You," which finally brought things back to a normal level.

But her voice was average, without any standout qualities.

She regretted not using her original composition instead.

Still, her gentle and graceful demeanor, coupled with moon-like beauty, left a lasting impression on all present.