Let me paint you a picture because the atmosphere in these chapters is absolutely dripping with visual storytelling. The individual showcase segment—Wen Jiuyi on stage, clean sharp movements, hitting every beat, that large-frame dance style creating this visually stunning impact. The audience ERUPTS. Even Yin Yue, who apparently wears a permanent cold expression, moves slightly and claps. You can feel the electricity in that room. Then the cameras pivot, the mood shifts, and suddenly we're in this suffocating backstage world where everyone is sidestepping Gu Nanci like he's radioactive. The contrast is brutal. On stage: thunderous applause, bright lights, the glamour of performance. Off stage: contestants holding their breath, walking on eggshells, afraid of being assigned as supporting roles to the "prince" during group evaluations. The studio itself becomes a character. It's this arena of judgment where your worth is measured in screen time and elimination risk. And then there's that final image—Gu Nanci walking out of the studio, stopping to be intercepted by a middle-aged man calling him "Little Ci," trying to negotiate while clearly suppressing anger. Gu Nanci's response: "Busy sleeping, no time, next time." Three words. Three rejections. And he doesn't even lift an eyelid. The man is left standing there, and Wen Jiuyi and Cheng Yang watch from a distance, both thinking the exact same thing about this guy's mental fortitude. The scene then cuts to the fortieth floor of the h-dik building, where department heads sit around a conference table with grim expressions. Bright lights above, darkness below. The world of this novel isn't just a survival show—it's a vertical hierarchy where the people at the top decide who gets to shine and who gets sacrificed, and the cameras capture every second of it.