AWB Chapter 136 Retirement
Chapter 136 Retirement
After listening to their narration, Yang Fan felt overwhelmed. He knew that the conflict within their team had existed for some time, but he did not expect it to escalate to such an extent in such a short period of time.
"This... is there really no way to reconcile?" Yang Fan scratched his head, "Is everyone calm now? How about calling them both over and have a good talk?"
His first consideration was to let both parties try to communicate again and see if they could accommodate each other. After all, the official performance was about to begin, and it would be a joke to change the group at this time, and according to the current competition system, there was no way to put the four of them in other groups.
Wei Zhe'an did not answer immediately, and Fang Zizhen took over the conversation: "Director Yang, I am really sorry to trouble you. I also know that this may seem a bit willful, but I really can't work with them anymore. If there is no other solution, I choose to withdraw from the competition."
Yang Fan looked at Fang Zizheng's determined eyes and knew that they were serious. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and thought these kids were a little naughty.
Yang Fan was about to start scolding, but Huang Liming interrupted him.
Huang Liming took a deep breath, with a hint of helplessness and apology in his voice: "Sorry, Director, we have no choice but to come to you. If the production team is really embarrassed, then I can only withdraw from the competition."
Zhu Kaiyu followed closely and nodded in agreement: "Me too."
Yang Fan's words were stuck in his throat. He stared at these artists who usually performed well in disbelief. What were they going to do? At this critical moment, they actually proposed to withdraw from the competition? !
Yang Fan turned his gaze to Wei Zhe'an, who had remained silent, hoping that he could say something different. However, Wei Zhe'an spoke calmly: "Sorry, Director, I think the same thing."
Yang Fan just felt like there was a breath stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down.
Are they going to rebel? At this critical moment, four people collectively proposed to withdraw from the competition? !
So there are only two people left in Group A of their song? What kind of boy band is this? What's the point of competing between the two groups? Just give Group B a guaranteed pass! Isn't this nonsense!
Yang Fan's face darkened, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction and anger in his voice: "Are you here to threaten me?"
Facing the director's questioning, Wei Zhe'an remained calm: "Director Yang, we have no intention of threatening you. Our conflict has lasted for two weeks. You saw today's rehearsal. We also tried to reconcile the conflict, but the result was not good. You can look for the replay in the practice room."
He paused and continued, "We don't mean to deliberately embarrass the production team or anyone else, but we feel that the current situation has seriously affected our performance. We hope to get a fair chance to show our strength, rather than wasting our energy in this kind of internal friction."
He looked at Yang Fan who was silent, and calmly put forward his idea: "We have no choice but to withdraw from the competition. We also know that it is impossible to split us up and put us into other groups at this time. Then do you think it is possible to let the four of us form a separate group, and let the song "Is This Love?" be divided into three teams for PK?"
Yang Fan frowned as he listened to this proposal. Although this plan was somewhat beyond his expectations, it might be a feasible option under the current circumstances.
However, doing so will bring about a series of chain reactions, including impacts on the entire competition system, live broadcast arrangements and stage presentation.
He frowned, thinking about how to deal with this thorny issue. He still preferred not to change the existing group. He disagreed, "How can the two of them finish the stage? Maybe you can try to accommodate each other and wait until this stage is over..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wei Zhe'an.
Wei Zhe'an sighed, with a hint of helplessness and determination in his voice: "Director Yang, we really can't accommodate them anymore. We have been trying to reconcile the conflict for the past two weeks, but now it has reached a point where it is unbearable. The four of us can still hold on to the stage, at least the show will still be broadcast."
Yang Fan's heart sank as he listened to Wei Zhe'an's words. He knew that Wei Zhe'an was telling the truth. If the four of them really insisted on withdrawing from the competition, the song would not be broadcast. No matter how strong those two people were, they could not hold up this stage.
He took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. He couldn't make a decision easily on this matter. He needed to carefully consider all factors.
He said to Wei Zhe'an with a headache: "You guys go back and wait for the news. I will give you a reply tomorrow morning. You guys should calm down. It's already this time. Don't be too willful."
Wei Zhe'an knew that this was not something that the director could decide alone. Adding a team meant that the entire live broadcast and stage needed to be readjusted. He did not force the director to give a definite answer right now. He thanked the director and left with the three of them.
After they left, Yang Fan fell into deep thought.
He has to consider many more things. If the stage is really changed, how should he respond to the audience's questions after the broadcast?
If there are more teams that are at odds, will this also happen? Once this exception is made, the subsequent competition system will become a mess.
Yang Fan picked up the phone and called the producer: "Hello, I need to discuss something with you about Group A... Your kid is really good at making trouble for me..."
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It was late at night, the sky was dotted with stars, there were flashlights at the entrance of the base, and some fans were waiting for their idols to "get off work". The four of them looked at the entrance of the base, and everyone had mixed feelings.
They tacitly chose to avoid the fans' sight, walked back to the dormitory in silence, and said goodbye in the elevator.
They didn’t know whether the production team would agree to their proposal, nor did they know if they still had a future.
In the dormitory, Lin Muchu was wearing headphones and leaning over the table, concentrating on writing something. Wei Zhe'an didn't disturb him. There was a sound of dripping water coming from the bathroom. I didn't know who was taking a shower.
Wei Zhe'an fell exhausted on the sofa, reached out to grab a pillow, and hugged it tightly in his arms. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, emptying his mind.
After an unknown amount of time, someone gently patted his shoulder, which brought him back to his senses. He turned around and saw Tong Yang standing next to him, handing him a banana.
"What are you daydreaming about? I called you for a long time but you didn't respond." Tong Yang asked with concern, sitting next to Wei Zhe'an and putting the banana in his hand away.