Mai Zheng was checking the microphone and in-ear monitors on his body and glanced at the wall clock; there were still fifteen minutes until eight o’clock.
Why hasn’t Guan Jie co over yet?
He was about to go on stage. The opening dance was perford by ten finalists and four major ntors together, and he was the last to appear, which was of the utmost importance. The choreographer had been giving him key points to focus on until he nearly got calluses on his ears. Despite his youth, and limited experience on stage, he was Famous King Mai’s son, what was there to fear?
This fearlessness of a newborn calf not fearing the tiger really did resemble the young Mai Jiehui.
Just then, soone pushed the door open from outside and a group of caras followed a person in.
"Little Fishy," the newcor called out.
Little Fishy was Mai Zheng’s nickna. Having it called out in front of so many people was quite embarrassing.
Mai Zheng pursed his lips and looked at the man who walked in, snorting, "I thought you looked down on for participating in this show. What are you doing here?" His tone wasn’t the least bit polite.
Mai Jiehui smiled helplessly, "You really got my temper. On such an important occasion today, don’t you want to go on stage with your father’s blessings?"
Mai Jiehui smiled and reached out his hand towards him, his smile warm and accepting.
Mai Zheng pursed his lips, then suddenly threw himself into his embrace, "Why call by that nickna, it sounds awful."
"You’ve been listening to it for over a decade," Mai Jiehui replied.
He patted his shoulder heavily, speaking earnestly, "Ranking isn’t the most important thing. You must truly enjoy this stage, Good luck."
"Mm," Mai Zheng nodded mutely.
No sooner had Mai Jiehui left than Mai Zheng started pacing anxiously on the spot, trying to call Guan Jie, but no one answered.
What the hell is going on?
At this mont, a staff mber reminded at the door that it was almost ti and told him to get ready.
Before leaving the room, he instructed the accompanying choreographer to keep calling Guan Jie’s phone, to make sure to get through and tell him to proceed as planned.
Mai Zheng was uneasy at heart, but the ti was indeed approaching, and everyone gathered backstage for the final preparations.
Kang Jinxian took a deep breath in secret, clenching her fists.
As the host’s words fell, familiar music began to play, and the first contestant ran out to the beat of lively drums and rhythm.
Yun Ya sat in the front row, watching the performance on stage with great interest. Kang Jinxian was the ninth to appear, wearing a super short pleated skirt, bursting with youthful energy. The mont she appeared on stage, there was thunderous applause from the audience, a testant to Kang Jinxian’s current popularity.
Discreetly curling his lips, in the shadows, his eyes grew a scornful indifference like water spreading.
Shen Luokui, the carefree girl, couldn’t help saying to Yun Ya, "I really like this Kang Le, her voice is super nice."
Although she sang well, one could see she was extrely nervous, her movents stiff and her vocal tone lacking the usual ethereal cleanliness, carrying an inconspicuous tremor. Though it didn’t sound flawed, it felt like sothing was missing.
Indeed, Kang Jinxian was talented in singing, sothing Yun Ya admitted. In his past life, Kang Jinxian’s career was in modeling, becoming an international supermodel by the age of eighteen before being discovered by a perceptive agent who introduced her to the music industry, where she shot to fa.
At that ti, with the Yun Family as her backing, Kang Jinxian lived a glorious life. Speaking of Miss Yun, everyone would think of Kang Jinxian, not Ji Yunya.
But that was in the past life.
In this life, he wanted everyone to rember Ji Yunya. As for Kang Jinxian, she was nothing more than a street rat...
Sitting between Shen Xudong and Gao He, Kang Jinse watched the poised and able girl on stage and couldn’t help but smirk coldly, her eyes flashing with malicious light.
Kang Jinxian, enjoy your last bit of glory.
Shen Xudong’s gaze crossed over Gao He’s and accidentally caught sight of that twisted profile, causing him to frown deep in thought.
Kang Jinse’s gaze accidentally t Shen Xudong’s, and she froze subconsciously, then nonchalantly withdrew her gaze, although her hands were tightly clenched under her sleeves.
She hadn’t expected to see him. Was this the arrangent of fate? To et the one person she least wanted to encounter when she was most embarrassed.
The next mont, Mai Zheng’s entrance set the whole venue ablaze, and the screams interrupted Kang Jinse’s thoughts.
Mai Zheng was a born singer, capable of becoming a warm-hearted man singing touching love songs quietly, and also able to wear a leather jacket accompanied by explosive music for a live rap. He was like a ball of fire, the charm he exuded on stage was as if to incinerate one completely, dragging one into his world with his rhythm.
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