Coach Miyeon tapped her pen against her tablet, her sharp eyes scanning Cool Team B.
"The ambition was undeniable. The synchronized lifts, the visuals—technically impressive."
She paused, her expression cooling.
"But it looked more like a showcase than a performance. Where was the wow factor? I saw skill, but I didn't feel anything."
Vocal Trainer Song's gruff voice cut through the tension.
"Your vocals got buried under all that choreography. Half of you disappeared during the harmonies—sloppy blending, weak support."
His gaze locked onto Doyun.
"Your rap had sharpness and precision. But you're commanding the stage without leaving room for others."
The hall fell silent as Ryu Seongwoo stood. His expression was stone.
"Overall, it was memorable, but hollow. I saw talent. I didn't see heart."
Seongwoo's voice carried quiet devastation.
"Cool Team A moved me. Cool Team B impressed me. There's a difference."
