The fact that Yang Chaoyue made her debut was something many never saw coming.
Backstage, The Fourth was utterly stunned.
Wait… it’s really this girl?
Was there vote manipulation?
The Fourth immediately instructed her assistant: "Check the authenticity of the voting data. See if there’s any cheating, and look into the fan feedback. Have the PR team guide the discussion around the show’s topics. I don’t want things spiraling out of control."
"Got it, Fourth Sister," the secretary replied, pulling out her phone and stepping out of the backstage room.
The Fourth was worried about vote manipulation.
Not that Cao Cheng would rig things to win a bet, but rather that Yang Chaoyue’s management company might have interfered.
The Fourth still didn’t know Yang Chaoyue was actually signed under their own company.
They also needed to keep an eye on the comments.
Of course,
some preparations had already been made in advance.
After all, this was a massive show, and with the final nine-member lineup debuting, the company had surely taken precautions to prevent any mishaps.
……
"Who? Who’s sixth place?"
"Yang Chaoyue? That crybaby?"
"No way, she made it?"
"Hey, are you serious? We joke around, but this girl—she’s got looks when it comes to singing, looks when it comes to dancing… As her fans, voting her into the debut lineup—are you helping her or setting her up for failure?"
"Good point, bro. These fans must be insane. Even if they love her, shouldn’t they consider whether she’s actually qualified?"
"Exactly. None of the final twenty-something contestants were weak, but this girl? She’s got nothing."
"Come on, she’s improved over the past six months!"
"I’ll admit the 'Eight Golden Flowers' dominate, but Yang Chaoyue? All she’s got is a pretty face. And even her crying isn’t that cute. Besides, everyone improved over six months!"
"Rigged."
"Definitely rigged. My Korean queen was way better…"
"Yeah yeah, your Korean queens are the best—total legends."
"HAHAHAHA…"
……
The comments were all over the place.
But surprisingly, accusations of rigging weren’t that common.
Maybe people knew Miracle Media well enough.
They knew Miracle Media wouldn’t stoop to something so cheap.
Besides,
if Miracle Media really wanted to rig things, why pick someone with no obvious talent?
Wouldn’t that just scream "rigged"?
So,
it didn’t seem like a setup.
Only a small fraction of fans—those whose favorites didn’t make it—were throwing tantrums, spewing insults everywhere.
Emotions were running high.
Of course,
the biggest factor was the presence of over thirty auditors from more than a dozen countries, all monitoring the data in real time.
If something shady had happened… there’s no way it wouldn’t have leaked.
If this were like some shady lottery with just two auditors, sure, you could suspect they were puppets, easily bribed.
But with so many countries involved,
so many auditors,
if even one had a shred of integrity, they’d have exposed any foul play—maybe even called it out on the spot.
That’s why most people didn’t believe it was rigged.
Miracle Media’s "Eight Golden Flowers" had all debuted—why risk everything for the ninth spot?
Was it worth it?
That was the logic.
No flaws there.
……
On stage,
Yang Chaoyue was in shock.
She never expected to debut.
At her peak, she had briefly overtaken the "Eight Golden Flowers," stealing the spotlight.
But as the show progressed, her ranking slipped—from second place to fourth, sixth, seventh, ninth, eleventh…
A slow but steady decline.
No dramatic drops, just a gradual fade.
Yet somehow, on the final night—the grand finale—she surged back to sixth place.
And made the lineup.
Suddenly, she was a top-tier idol.
It felt surreal.
The noise around her seemed to vanish.
As if the entire world had disappeared, leaving only her.
She stood there, dazed—
until another contestant hugged her. "Congrats on debuting!"
That snapped her back to reality.
The noise rushed in.
Memories flooded her mind.
Her head spun slightly…
One by one, the girls she’d trained with for half a year embraced her, offering congratulations. She thanked them through tears.
Those closer to her even wiped her cheeks.
Then, guided by the hosts, she walked down the center stage’s "Dragon Path."
Sixty thousand people in the venue—
plus countless viewers behind the cameras—
all eyes were on her.
She felt like she’d forgotten how to walk.
Step by awkward step, she made it to the other side, where the nine-member throne awaited.
The other eight came down to hug her.
Then they took her hands and led her to the sixth seat.
……
Once all nine were in place—
BOOM—BOOM—
Fireworks exploded overhead.
The sky blazed with color.
Awards were handed out.
The remaining contestants received prizes—big red envelopes and endorsement deals with small brands.
But the cameras barely lingered on them.
All attention was on the debut group…
Finally, the group’s name was announced.
They changed into dazzling new outfits.
And then came the big reveal: a full Asia tour, starting early next year! New songs, a new album, new choreography!
As the livestream wrapped up,
headlines everywhere were dominated by the nine.
They completely took over the news cycle.
A celebratory banquet followed.
Executives and investors all showed up.
……
But the show wasn’t over yet.
They still had to return to the training village.
Pack their things.
Film their final moments.
Capture the emotions of leaving.
Photos and group shots would be displayed on the village’s bulletin boards.
Only after the official finale would everyone return to their home countries.
……
"It feels so empty now…"
Fans were already deep in discussion post-livestream.
"The livestream ending means the show’s ending too."
"It was just a variety show, but half a year flew by."
"These six months felt like nothing."
"Right? Feels like they just entered the village yesterday. I remember how nervous some of them were at first. Now, half a year later…"
"I’m gonna miss this so much."
"Hey, about that Asia tour they mentioned—when do tickets go on sale?"
"There’s a tour?"
"Seriously? You missed that part?"
"I was watching, but I zoned out. Didn’t catch the tour announcement."
"How do you zone out during that? They said after New Year’s, the Asia tour kicks off. Probably hitting every country."
"I was gonna ask about the tour too. Isn’t it too rushed? They mentioned a whole new album and new dances."
"Yeah, seems kinda fast."
"I think it's fine. It's November now, and there's still two or three months until after the New Year. With these girls' skills, choreographing, singing, and collaborating shouldn't be a problem."
"The Eight Golden Flowers won't have an issue, but there's still Yang Chaoyue among them..."
"Pfft!! You’re right. Two or three months definitely won’t be enough—more like two or three years."
"Hahaha..."
"Stop talking nonsense! What’s wrong with our Yang Chaoyue? She’s literally the goddess of luck, a born koi fish. Pray to her now and then, pass on the good fortune, and your family will thrive, money will roll in, and peace will last a hundred years. (Image of Yang Chaoyue glowing!)"
"Damn~~~ that’s one hell of a pic."
"Passing it on."
"Passing it on..."
"Passing it on!"
"..."
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