Xiao Ce's eyes flickered slightly, as if he could sense the director's predicament.

He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it with a lighter; he just gently bit it. "Who is contestant number seven?"

After a few seconds of pause, he spoke slowly, his voice somewhat indifferent.

The director didn't dare offend him and remained respectful throughout, saying, "President, you know that contestant number seven too."

"Hmm?" He turned his head, puzzled.

"That is your fiancée, Miss Mo Qiqi."

With just one sentence, Xiao Ce's expression changed slightly.

With a "click," the lighter finally lit the cigarette.

Xiao Ce took a puff, and as wisps of white smoke rose, he narrowed his long eyes.

It was her.

I only knew that she had come to participate in the competition, but I didn't know that with her level of skill, she was actually the most popular one.

Xiao Ce seemed somewhat disdainful of Mo Qiqi.

Before he could say anything else, he denied the term the director had used to address her, saying, "We've already broken up."

It was she who suggested it!

Xiao Ce tightened his grip on the cigarette, his voice growing colder, "She is not my fiancée."

"Uh," the director stammered, "So, this matter..."

"You don't need to worry about anything else, just do as I say."

If Ye Weiya's rival is Mo Qiqi, then he must remove all obstacles in her path.

*

The following day, the draft will reach the most exciting moment of the summer.

Tonight's grand finale: who will claim the championship? The audience and fans of each team are eagerly anticipating it.

As evening approached, Lancheng Square was brightly lit and bustling with people.

Fans from each group entered the venue one after another with their tickets.

At 7:30, the stage lights went out.

A few seconds later, when the lights came on again, the host was already on stage with a microphone.

In an instant, the lights shone on the judges' and audience seats, and applause and screams erupted.

The competition has been going on for more than 20 days. During these 20 days, the audience has witnessed their growth and watched them step by step to reach this stage today. They have many feelings in their hearts.

At the beginning, the judges and the host each offered their blessings to the contestants.

Then, the lights came on, and the first contestant went on stage to begin his performance.

...

The music was blaring on the stage in front of them, while backstage, Rong Shang sat quietly waiting, listening to music with her headphones on.

Her composure stood in stark contrast to the nervous contestants.

But the more this is the case, the more some people are dissatisfied.

They assumed she wouldn't hear it because she was listening to the song, so one of the girls couldn't help but complain to others in front of Rong Shang, "What's the use of us being nervous here? The champion has already been decided."

"No matter how hard we try, we're still just setting the stage for others."

Thinking about the hardships of the past few days, some people couldn't help but shed tears. "There's nothing we can do. That's just how society is. Who told her to be rich and have connections?"

"Hey, tonight is the last time we'll be on this stage. We must cherish it. Even if there's no result, we should at least make our efforts over the past twenty-odd days worthwhile."

"right."

And so, a group of girls who thought Rong Shang was a bad person deliberately high-fived her in front of her to cheer her on.

Rong Shang didn't care. She took off her headphones, slowly glanced around the backstage area, and finally her gaze landed on Ye Weiya.

She was still practicing her ballet in the open space in front.

Despite her composed demeanor, Rong Shang could tell at a glance that she was extremely nervous.