After all, Gao Tong overestimated his own strength.

His strength and popularity are actually in an awkward position among the backbones of Class B, Class C and Class D.

For each team leader, there is not much difference between choosing him or someone else to improve the team's overall strength and ability to attract fans. So, in this case, why not choose people from your own company? The good news will not go to outsiders!

So, after he stubbornly rejected Han Lan for the third time, a very embarrassing scene occurred. The trainees from Class C and even Class D had chosen their teams, leaving Gao Tong sitting there alone, forming a group of people from front to back and left to right.

The hollow belt.

He fell into Han Lan's hands for the fourth time.

Han Lan waved to him with a smile again. The smile was so sunny and warm, but in his eyes it was simply a devil's smile.

But if he continues to refuse, his status will drop to Class E or Class F, or even worse.

Will Tucha choose me in the next round?

Gao Tong subconsciously looked at Tu Cha, who was also smiling at him, but the smile was more like looking at a joke.

Biting his lip secretly, he lowered his head and walked behind Han Lan. Han Lan gently tapped his chest to welcome him like everyone else.

The scene burst into applause and cheers, so harsh.

The subsequent choices came down to luck, mainly because Han Lan was ranked last and didn't have much room to choose.

Finally, it was settled that there were seven people in Han Lan's team, including himself, and the highest they had were four C-level people in their dormitory, and none of them were B-level or A-level.

"This is the crane tail team..." Yu Dong looked at the luxurious lineup in front of him and suddenly regretted boarding the pirate ship.

"Don't be afraid. If you have my brother to guide you, you will definitely win!" Han Lan confidently patted his shoulder to encourage him, but she still couldn't change his decadent expression.

"The captains of each team come here to draw lots." Wu Tao shouted.

The staff had already moved out the glass jar used for drawing lots, which contained twelve slips of paper.

Each team leader went over in order to draw one card, and when it was Han Lan's turn, there was only one card left to choose from.

I opened it and took a look: "12?"

Seeing that each team checked the numbers they drew, Wu Tao began to explain: "The number you drew is not only the code name of your team, but also the order in which you will appear in the performance next Thursday. If you draw 1, you will be the first one to appear.

Performance. Team confrontation rules: Team 1 versus Team 2, Team 3 versus Team 4, and so on."

"Let me go, it's really the end of the crane!" Yu Dong looked at the note in Han Lan's hand, wondering what God was hinting at.

"This is the order of appearance, not the final ranking." Han Lan was speechless and turned his attention to the other team captains next to him: "Who is No. 11?"

The scene suddenly fell silent for a moment, and then Tu Cha waved the note in his hand with a smile.

"..."

Team No. 12 is ready to die.

…

…

Han Lan caught up with Wu Tao and Xiao Yuchen who were about to leave.

"Teacher, can I ask why you chose me as the captain? There are obviously other candidates in Class B..."

The two looked at each other, and Xiao Yuchen smiled playfully: "Because we think you can control your team members better than the others."

"..."

Calm down?

"Okay, now that the teams have been divided, focus on leading your team. I'm looking forward to your performance." Wu Tao patted Han Lan on the shoulder and smiled.

Han Lan looked back at the group of team members who were sitting in a circle in the practice room, with their heads hunched shut, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Instructor, this is a bit difficult..."

"Hey? Han Lan, I always thought you were not the kind of person who would give in to difficulties. What? Are you going to give up your burden now?" Xiao Yuchen said with a smile.

"I don't have a mentor, that's it. You see, I'm leading this group of people to fight against Tu Cha and the others. The difference in strength is huge. How about you give us a little help?"

Yes, this is for the benefit.

Wu Tao rolled his eyes: "What are you thinking? Our four instructors will not come off the stage to guide you in this performance. Wouldn't it be a violation of the rules if we only help your team?"

"Yes, Han Lan, I can't help you with this. And Tucha and the others are not guaranteed to win, right? Although your chances of winning are a bit low, if you can work together to give full play to your advantages and strengths, you won't win the game."

impossible."

"Use your own advantages and strengths?" Han Lan couldn't help but think about it.

Upon seeing this, Wu Tao quickly ran away with Xiao Yuchen.

…

Back in the practice room, each team has found its own place to discuss the program to be performed.

Han Lan found his team, a group of people still sitting there listlessly.

"Okay, all of you, are you so sad?" Han Lan squeezed in and sat down, and began to try to mobilize their enthusiasm: "If you think about it this way, apart from Tu Cha, I am the only one who has sat on that throne.

Yes! Right? Thinking about it this way, do you feel that our strengths are not much different?"

"But you were kicked off before your butt got hot, and Tu Cha has been sitting on it until now." Gao Tong rolled his eyes.

"Hey, what you said, we have sat on the throne after all!" Han Lan looked around like a thief, then lowered his voice and motioned for them to come closer: "You know what I just went to do

?"

"what?"

"I went to find my mentor for help."

There was a little light in everyone's eyes, and they all came over: "What do you say?"

"How can you say this? I told my instructor that there is a huge difference in strength between us and Tu Cha and the others. He will either give us some help secretly, or we will simply give up and stop playing with them!"

"Oh my god, did you really tell your instructor that?"

"Isn't that right? Who am I, your brother Lan? You are so tough!"

"Then what did the instructor say?"

Han Lan deliberately put it off, and then continued: "Wu Tao said that all the instructors could not guide the students in this performance, but considering that the strength of our group is really very different, he agreed to provide us with some guidance and help.

"

"real?"

"Isn't that right? I was so stubborn and told them directly that I could either lend a hand or give up my burden."

A group of people were convinced. After all, this kid was indeed an outlier among them. He dared to say anything to others, and it was not surprising that he dared to be so arrogant in front of the instructor.

Han Lan added: "But, this matter must be kept secret. After all, the rules of the program team are there. If word spreads and other teams know about it, there will definitely be trouble."

"Understand it, we promise not to tell anyone about it."

"Yes! Promise not to tell anyone!"

"Did the instructor tell us how to help us? This person is too complex, so they can't just take us to practice dancing and singing, right?" Gao Tong asked.

"Yes, isn't this shady? So I can only contact them privately, and they hide behind the scenes and guide you through me. Don't be dissatisfied, it would be great if you can get it in this situation!"

Everyone nodded, something is better than nothing. Although the mentor can't directly come off the stage to lead them to prepare for the show, but guiding them behind the scenes is better than a bunch of rookies messing around, right?

Seeing that everyone had been fooled, Han Lan became more motivated for the time being, and quickly continued: "Just now, the instructor gave me the first instruction, let us first think about our advantages and strengths. I

Thinking about it, right? We are indeed not as good as Tucha and the others in some areas, but there must be areas where we are better than them, right?"
Chapter completed!