Her Majesty The Empress Has Made Her Debut In The Center Position [Ancient to Modern] - Chapter 12

Five minutes later, in the Multi-purpose Classroom.

The trainees sat scattered on the steps, whispering among themselves. When Cheng Feiwan cleared her throat, the murmurs faded, and all eyes turned to the transparent box before her.

Inside the box were clear spheres. As Cheng Feiwan reached in and stirred them, small slips of paper could be seen hidden within.

“Now, I will announce the second theme task for Debut! Girl.” Cheng Feiwan stepped back, turning to face the screen on the opposite wall, where four large characters appeared: “Team Battles!”

In the group competition, the trainees would perform a total of nine songs. The 108 trainees were divided into 18 teams, and teams choosing the same song would automatically become opponents, competing against each other in the first performance. The winning team would be decided by audience votes, with the winning team receiving a corresponding increase in votes.

“The team with the most votes—over fifty thousand—will directly impact their ranking,” Cheng Feiwan said solemnly. “After the first performance, the first ranking will be announced. Class F will be eliminated, and trainees ranked 65th and below will be immediately disqualified.”

She emphasized the last four words, her voice clear and serious as it echoed through the multi-purpose classroom, making the trainees tense up.

“That’s way too fast…”

“Is the performance coming up? I’m so nervous!”

“I wonder what the nine songs are. How will we choose?”

Cheng Feiwan quickly revealed the answer: “This box in front of me contains 108 balls. Eighteen of them have captain markings, numbered 1 to 18. The rest have only numbers. After the captains choose their songs, each captain can select one teammate. The remaining trainees will choose their songs based on their numbers.”

The trainees never imagined song selection would be based on luck. They exchanged glances, the absurdity of the situation reflected in each other’s eyes.

She asked, “Do you want to be the captain?”

Ji Zhao hummed in agreement. “It doesn’t matter whether you or I am the captain. Only the captain can take control. After all, the songs of this era are…”

So multifaceted, so rich and varied.

Yu Cheng nodded.

She said, “I’ll strive for it.”

Ji Zhao never worried about Yu Cheng. After all, Yu Cheng had never suffered defeat in her years as a general. Every memorial she submitted brought good news, to the point that Ji Zhao grew tired of reading them. Once, when approving a memorial, she wrote, “I’ve heard the peach blossoms in the northern frontier have bloomed. Regretting my inability to witness it, Esteemed Minister Yu, tell me about it.”

It was said that upon receiving this, the candles in Yu Cheng’s tent burned all night, yet the paper remained blank. The next day, she personally went into the forest and broke off a branch of peach blossoms, then sent it to the imperial palace in the capital via urgent courier. She attached a note: “This humble minister, unable to describe the beauty of peach blossoms, offers this spring scenery from the northern frontier to Your Highness.”

If she could even send spring scenery, how much more so a mere captaincy?

Song Jiangjiang didn’t get picked as Captain, but she was relieved that her ranking was relatively high. After a brief moment of lamenting, she talked herself around and said, “Actually, Class A will definitely be picked clean in the first round anyway. This ranking doesn’t really matter.”