Graves jumped up excitedly, grabbed Ye Ling's hand, and said incoherently: "This...this...is amazing! How...how did you do it?" He looked at Ye Ling with eyes full of surprise and admiration, as if he had seen some rare treasure.
Ye Ling didn't explain, but smiled confidently. She slowly walked towards the door of the equipment room and said, "Next, let those who laughed at me have a good look at my performance..." Then, she walked out of the equipment room without looking back, leaving Graves stunned there, muttering to himself, "Wait...what did she just say?"
Ye Ling's mouth corners slightly raised, and a confident smile bloomed on her face, like the warm winter sun, dispelling the previous haze.
She walked to the device again and touched the control panel with her finger. A gentle energy was injected into it. The indicator lights on the device panel lit up one by one like awakened elves, flashing with vibrant light.
When she picked up the microphone and hummed softly, the notes were no longer monotonous electronic sounds, but had a hint of ethereality and mystery, as if they were a call from ancient times, which made people's hearts flutter.
"This effect is amazing!" Ye Ling was secretly proud of herself. This was not an ordinary sound effect, but a "high-end" version that incorporated the core power of the mecha. It was absolutely unique and instantly killed all the "rustic" sound effects in the audience.
At this moment, those guys in the corridor who were watching the fun and not minding the trouble seemed to have their mute buttons pressed. The previous mocking sounds disappeared without a trace like dust blown away by the wind.
Their eyes widened as if they saw aliens invading the earth, their jaws almost dropped to the ground, and their faces, which were originally waiting to see the joke, were filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of envy and jealousy.
"Fuck, what's going on?" "Can she really fix it?" "That's impossible, how did she do it?" All kinds of whispered discussions buzzed in the crowd like mosquitoes, but no one dared to mock Ye Ling openly like before.
Just as Ye Ling was about to further debug the equipment, a familiar deep male voice came from the communicator, "Ye Ling, don't worry, I'll block it for you." It was Duan Yu's voice, short and powerful, with a reassuring power.
Ye Ling felt warm in her heart and she took a deep breath. A warm current surged in her heart. This was not only gratitude, but also an indescribable feeling, which made her more determined to complete this performance and live up to his silent support.
"Done!" Ye Ling shouted loudly into the microphone, her voice full of excitement and pride. She looked around, her eyes as sharp as swords, sweeping across everyone who had laughed at her before. It felt like she was playing a large-scale "True Fragrance" performance, so cool!
She planned to take the repaired equipment to the rehearsal hall for the final rehearsal, so that those who doubted her would shut up completely.
However, just as she was about to step out of the equipment room, a sudden piece of news came down on her head like a bucket of cold water.
"Emergency notice: Kalma, the judge of this competition, has temporarily modified the judging criteria and added the scoring items of 'creativity' and 'on-the-spot response'!" The voice on the radio was mechanical and cold, but it was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in Ye Ling's ears, instantly extinguishing her excitement that had just risen.
"Creativity and on-the-spot response?" Ye Ling frowned, and a bad premonition arose in her heart. She felt that there seemed to be some conspiracy behind this.
She gripped the microphone tightly in her hand, turned to look at Graves, and said seriously: "Who is Karma, and why did she temporarily change the scoring criteria?" Before Graves could answer, he saw Ye Ling quickly walked out of the equipment room, leaving him alone in a mess.
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