"The team leader from Huaxia this year is Xia Weibao, the daughter of the United Nations Secretary-General Yan Lingyi.
Yan Lingyi had a word with the organizers, making sure her daughter is well taken care of, so they pulled so strings when arranging accommodations."
The United Nations Secretary-General is different from ordinary people; she holds real power and status on the international stage. Who would dare not give her face?
Even if she hadn’t made a call, Xia Weibao’s status as a princess would still ensure preferential treatnt.
"Brina, what should we do?" a teammate asked cautiously.
Afraid to upset Brina.
Brina snorted coldly, "What’s there to do? It’s just a few rooms. If the people from Huaxia want them, let them have it. She’s a princess, naturally spoiled."
"But those best rooms were clearly ours. Xia Weibao is blatantly snatching them; if word gets out, where will our dignity be?" The teammate was unwilling.
Brina’s gaze grew more disdainful, "Rember, we’re here for the competition. It’s about skill, not connections.
This small matter doesn’t require attention. It’s petty to fuss with those bottom feeders."
Although the teammate still felt uneasy, they didn’t object further.
After all, Brina was right. Their team from F country represented world-class dancers, comparing them with so nobodies would be a step down.
How disgraceful.
It’s like the top student in the school comparing themselves with the last-place slacker.
They’re simply not on the sa level. If they fuss, they’re too petty.
In Xia Weibao’s room, all the teammates gathered.
They were chattering non-stop about why they ended up with the best rooms.
Xia Weibao shrugged, indicating she didn’t know either.
Before long, the accommodation coordinator knocked on the door, asking if there was anything she was dissatisfied with and ntioned Yan Lingyi had ensured the external conditions would be t.
Only then did Xia Weibao realize it was thanks to Yan Lingyi.
Seems having a mom with worldwide power has its perks.
The other teammates were happy, unexpectedly basking in Xia Weibao’s light.
"By the way, the dance studios have been allocated already; ours is on the eighth floor. Should we rehearse a bit more? I’m a bit nervous, afraid I’ll ss up tomorrow," soone asked.
"What’s there to be afraid of? I’m here, relax. Just follow my lead tomorrow; don’t get flustered. Co on, let’s play a few gas of King to unwind." Xia Weibao hadn’t finished speaking before pulling out her phone.
Everyone, "..."
Captain, you really have quite the nerve.
Last year, when Song Shuiling led the team, she was so nervous the night before she couldn’t sleep.
She dragged them to the studio and practiced the whole night, only sleeping for two hours, leaving everyone exhausted and making mistakes the next day.
Especially the lead dancer Song Shuiling, who ssed up several moves, causing them to rank at the bottom.
In dance competitions like these, while teamwork is crucial, the lead dancer is key.
When scoring, the lead dancer accounts for eighty percent, while the supporting dancers only take twenty percent.
If Song Shuiling wasn’t up to the task, they were powerless too.
Xia Weibao waved her hands, "Balance between work and rest, right? There’s a competition tomorrow; practicing tonight would be tiring. Quickly, play two gas to relax, and tomorrow everyone will practice by cooperating with , no worries."
Honestly, the routine Song Shuiling choreographed was rely entry-level in ancient tis.
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