"The semi-finals are a contest of literary talent. You can choose from playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, composing poems, and more. There are swivel chairs under the stage, so if you have outstanding talent, those great literary figures who are judging you will naturally turn around for you."
The finals are even more free; you can participate with any talent you like! Just one thing: the votes are in the hands of the ladies who advance to the semi-finals. Your success or failure depends entirely on your popularity!
Xie Wuyun's mouth was dry from talking, so she drank a cup of warm tea before continuing, "To sum it up, the first round is about family background, the semi-finals are about talent, and the finals are about connections. All three are indispensable. But Tianyun, I have high hopes for you. You will definitely make it into the top three."
You've defeated Mu Yaozhi, you're already a god in my heart!
"When did I say I would attend the Hundred Flowers Banquet?" Tianyun asked with a slight smile.
It's expensive, time-consuming, and can easily attract hatred. Only a fool would do something so thankless and exhausting!
Why bother with all this attention? Being the center of attention only adds to her troubles; she only needs the boy's gaze on her.
Shangguan Jingyi looked at her as if she were a fool and asked, "Why don't you go, little sister?"
Her uncle is incredibly wealthy, and given his doting nature, he could easily send her to the semi-finals. Why would she waste her time?
Shangguan Jingyi gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her heart filled with jealousy and resentment growing wildly like weeds, and this thought had risen to her mind more than once.
How wonderful it would be if my uncle were my father...
After lying in a hospital bed for several years, she had forgotten that she could dance: "I'm not a good dancer and my body is stiff, so I figured it was better not to embarrass myself."
After Tianyun finished speaking, he saw Xie Wuyun's disapproving expression.
Xie Wuyun looked at the girl leaning lazily against the car wall. She had an extremely charming and graceful figure. Her fair wrists, as white as milk, were wrapped with black agate bracelets. Her slender waist leaned back, and there was no trace of the stiffness she had mentioned.
She shook her head. Oh well, she said in the last quiz that her drawing skills were terrible. You can't believe everything this girl says!
Shangguan Jingyi lowered his head and remained silent, but in his heart he believed it; it turned out that Shangguan Tianyun couldn't dance either.
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