Chapter 972

Although Song Yun won't be back anytime soon.

But they still need to practice what they're supposed to.

Otherwise, falling behind would be bad.

{So funny—just a light touch and you have to go to the hospital? If you went early, fine, but if you went late, wouldn't it already be healed? }

{Hahaha, sis, can you not be funny? }

{In my opinion, a grown man acting like this is really overreacting—I once cut myself chopping vegetables and didn't even flinch. }

{I really didn't expect him to react this way. }

{Yeah, a grown man because a stick brushed against him…}

{Don't say that—it might really hurt. That stick was powerful; if you accidentally get hit, it'd definitely sting. }

{I know it hurts, but it's not serious enough to warrant a hospital visit. }

{If you can't handle hardship, why even enter the entertainment industry? }

Ning Chen and the others were now training hard, since they couldn't let Song Yun hold them back.

But it wasn't as simple as they thought.

The nunchaku are inherently clumsy, and when two are used together, they easily tangle.

With all eight of them swinging the sticks at once, they'd likely hit everything around them.

After seeing this, Ning Chen couldn't help but frown.

If they kept going like this, they'd end up exactly as the mentors said—still this way even on stage.

And this song is fast-paced; performing with sticks on stage would be incredibly difficult.

At this moment, the three mentors had turned their backs to discuss the situation.

They'd probably realized the situation wasn't promising.

But this assignment was given by the production team.

They had no authority to change it privately.

So even though they felt sorry for them, they still needed to ask the production team if they could swap it out.

Wang Sulong went to find the production team.

Lisa and JJ also went to another training room.

After all three mentors left, one of the men suddenly sat down on the floor.

Then he spat out a curse.

"Seriously, are they trying to cause trouble?"

"What do we do now with an impossible task? Are we just supposed to wait until we're eliminated?"

Facing their complaints, Ning Chen observed quietly and said nothing.

After all, having emotions right now was perfectly normal.

Everyone was already tense; naturally, their moods wouldn't be good under these conditions.

But after venting, they should get back to training properly.

Huo Jinglin had been standing nearby the whole time.

During breaks, he watched Ning Chen.

Ning Chen actually felt the gaze behind him, but he said nothing.

Perhaps Huo Jinglin was just looking for a chance to pick a fight with him.

He'd done this kind of thing more than once or twice.

Almost every incident came from him.

So Ning Chen wasn't particularly reactive.

When soldiers come, send generals; when water comes, build earthworks—this is an eternal truth.

Besides, he never provoked anyone first.

But if someone provoked him, he wouldn't back down.

Soon, Wang Sulong returned, and under everyone's watchful eyes, he announced the song had been canceled.

It was replaced with another song.

Upon hearing this, the others all breathed a sigh of relief.

At least they wouldn't have to perform with nunchaku anymore.

Otherwise, on stage they'd be laughed at like monkeys.

Ning Chen walked over and took the new card they'd been given.

This time, the song was one they all liked much more.

"But what do we do now? Song Yun hasn't come back—if we keep waiting, won't we fall behind?"

One man said, and Ning Chen glanced toward the door.

Logically, going to the hospital would just mean applying some bruise ointment.

There wouldn't be any serious issue.

So Ning Chen didn't give the matter much thought.