After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 442 Replacement

"Don't overthink it, I just hate wasting food." Lin Xiu shoved the box into his hand, turned and left, adding, "After 10 PM, there's an abandoned training room on the basement level; the mirror there is intact."

Cheng Yu'an held the still-warm lunchbox, watching Lin Xiu's departing figure, not understanding the meaning of his last words for a moment.

The lunchbox contained an astonishingly rich variety of dishes—salmon, chicken breast, broccoli, brown rice, and a small portion of fruit.

This was the first proper meal Cheng Yu'an had after entering the training camp.

After eating, he felt full of energy again and returned to the training room to continue practicing.

At 9 p.m., Cheng Yu'an was finally the only one left in Class C's training room.

He danced to the theme song repeatedly until muscle memory replaced his brain's thinking.

At 10 o'clock sharp, he remembered Lin Xiu's words, hesitated for a moment, packed his things and went down to the basement.

Sure enough, there was a small training room at the end of the corridor, with the door ajar.

Cheng Yu'an pushed open the door and found Lin Xiu already inside, practicing a complex solo dance in front of the mirror.

Lin Xiu saw him in the mirror and stopped what he was doing: "Seven minutes late."

"You...you really want to help me?" Cheng Yu'an couldn't believe it.

Lin Xiu turned around, his face displaying his usual cold expression: "Help you? I just need an audience to practice with."

He tossed Cheng Yu'an a bottle of water, saying, "Show me the theme song once."

After finishing his water, Cheng Yu'an stood in front of the mirror and began his performance.

This time, he felt he had improved a lot compared to during the day; at least he no longer moved his hands and feet in unison.

"Stop." Lin Xiu interrupted him at the first chorus, "Your arm angle here is wrong; it looks like a drowning hen."

Cheng Yu'an's face turned red.

"Watch closely." Lin Xiu stood beside him and slowly broke down the eight counts. "Your wrist should rotate like this, not a full arm swing. Keep your weight on your left foot, and only lightly touch the ground with your right foot."

Cheng Yu'an imitated it, and his movements immediately became much smoother.

"Again." Lin Xiu stepped aside, like a strict instructor.

And so, Cheng Yu'an practiced until 2 a.m. under Lin Xiu's sharp-tongued guidance.

Every mistake is pointed out mercilessly, but with each error corrected, his performance improves.

"That's all for today." Lin Xiu turned off the music. "Same time tomorrow."

Exhausted, Cheng Yu'an sat down on the ground: "Why did you help me?"

Lin Xiu packed his things without looking up: "I said, I just need an audience."

"Then why did you choose me?"

Lin Xiu stopped what he was doing, a look of hesitation appearing on his face for the first time: "Because..." He paused, "you're the only one who started training later than me."

Over the next few days, Cheng Yu'an trained with the main group in Class C during the day, and received secret special training from Lin Xiu at night.

Lin Xiu's teaching methods were almost cruel, but the results were remarkable—Cheng Yu'an's dancing improved at a visible pace.

On the fourth night, Cheng Yu'an found a plastic bag hanging on the doorknob of the training room. Inside were a pair of professional dance shoes and several handwritten notes.

The notes meticulously detailed the techniques for each beat of the theme song, the handwriting so neat it was unlike Lin Xiu's usual style. Cheng Yu'an flipped to the last page and found a line of small print: "Don't hold me back. —001"

He couldn't help but laugh and carefully put the notebook into his backpack.

On the morning of the fifth day, all the trainees were summoned to the hall.

PD Xu announced the rules for the first performance: "This performance will be a group battle format, with Class A trainees serving as team captains and taking turns selecting members to form their teams."

Cheng Yu'an stood in the C class line, watching the ten captains of the A class lined up in a row, with Lin Xiu standing at the head, his expression indifferent.

The selection process began with Lin Xiu, who unhesitatingly chose two strong candidates from Class A and one from Class B.

When it was the popular contestant Qi Hao's turn to choose, he deliberately said loudly, "I choose number 187. I heard he's improved a lot."

The sarcasm in his tone was obvious.

Several trainees chuckled—it was an open secret that Qi Hao took pleasure in bullying the weak.

Cheng Yu'an steeled himself and walked into Qi Hao's group, only to hear Qi Hao mutter, "Don't mess this up, you useless piece of trash."

After the teams were formed, each team drew a song to perform.

Qi Hao drew a difficult dance song called "King's Game," which requires extremely strong physical strength and skill.

Cheng Yu'an's heart sank—this was exactly the type of person he was least suited for.

"We're doomed, we're going to be at the bottom." One of the trainees in the same team lamented.

Qi Hao sneered: "Don't worry, I won't let a piece of trash drag the whole team down."

He deliberately raised his voice, "Anyway, the performance is an elimination system; the worst performer goes straight home."

Cheng Yu'an clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

That afternoon, each team began rehearsals.

Qi Hao assigned the most complex dance part to Cheng Yu'an, clearly intending to embarrass him.

During training, Cheng Yu'an fell to the ground while performing a difficult jump, his knee hitting the floor hard.

"You're wrong again!" Qi Hao roared. "Are you an idiot? You can't even learn such a simple move!"

Cheng Yu'an got up and wiped the blood from his knees: "I'm sorry, I'll practice a few more times."

"What's the point of practicing? You're completely unsuitable for this stage!" Qi Hao said to the other team members. "Let's petition for a replacement. There are plenty of useless players in Class C anyway."

Just then, the door to the training room was pushed open, and Lin Xiu walked in.

Everyone was stunned—the training areas for Class A and Class C were strictly separated.

"Excuse me." Lin Xiu walked straight up to Qi Hao. "Our team wants to make a substitution."

Qi Hao raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Which member of our team has Young Master Lin taken a fancy to?"

Lin Xiu glanced at Cheng Yu'an, then said, "I want to change to number 187."

The training room erupted in an uproar.

Cheng Yu'an couldn't believe his ears.

"Why should I?" Qi Hao's face was grim.

"Because I was the first pick in the first round, I have the right to make substitutions first," Lin Xiu said, showing off his rule card. "Moreover, our team is willing to trade Li Zixuan."

Li Zixuan is a strong player in Class B, so this exchange is a sure win for Qi Hao.

Qi Hao hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay, trash for treasure, deal."

Cheng Yu'an's hands were trembling as he packed his things.

Following Lin Xiu out of the training room, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

Lin Xiu kept walking: "Our team drew 'The Light Chaser'."

Cheng Yu'an was taken aback—it was the very song he had sung during the audition.

“You sang alright,” Lin Xiu added, “barely usable.”

The atmosphere was completely different when I arrived at Team A's training room.

The team members welcomed Cheng Yu'an warmly, as if no one remembered that he was just a trainee in Class C.

Lin Xiu shared the revised sheet music with everyone: "I've re-choreographed the dance; the difficulty has been reduced, but the visual effects are better."

Cheng Yu'an looked at the sheet music and discovered that Lin Xiu had actually arranged a solo part for him.