I haven't watched the previous shows so I have no comparison, but based on my daughter's overall performance of this dance, apart from being a little nervous, there's nothing major to fault with it.

Zhang Mingwu looked towards the judges' panel with a determined smile.

She expected that even if it was not passed unanimously, the difference would not be too big.

But soon, Zhang Mingwu's smile froze on her face.

Judges’ comments session.

The first judge gave it a score of 9, "very emotional."

Julia gave it an 8, "Keep up the good work."

When it came to Ye Wan, Liu Wendi felt like his heart had stopped beating.

Then Ye Wan asked her, "How many points do you think you can get for this dance?"

There was a lot of discussion in the auditorium.

"6 points, no more!"

"I also don't think her score will be high. But how did she get into the Phantom? Her dancing level is far behind those before her!"

"Hush, stop talking. I heard that he was parachuted in from the investor..."

"oh……"

With a drawn-out "Oh", the boys and girls looked at each other and understood each other.

In the dim light, Zhang Mingwu's face did not look good.

When he looked up again, he saw Liu Wendi stuttering, "8...8 points?"

After all, even Julia, the ballet principal from the Paris Ballet Theater next to Ye Wan, gave her an 8 just now, didn't she?

Ye Wan smiled and said nothing.

Then, she looked around at the judges sitting on both sides of her and said, "For personal reasons, I will not give you a score."

???

Julia looked regretful.

It was a waste of time on her part.

She recognized Liu Wendi when she came on stage just now.

Just now, she and Ye had an argument at the stairs of the VIP lounge.

But she thought that it would be ugly if the score was too low, and that if the eldest lady made a fuss later, she would drag Ye into it, as if she and Ye were deliberately targeting her.

Only then did she give it 8 points.

Looking at the 8-point number plate she had just held up, Julia glared at Ye Wan angrily: It's all your fault!

Ye Wan: “…”

Even though Ye Wan won't give a score, the other judges will still give a score.

After 6.5 and 7.5, Dean Cheng held up the number plate with 6 points. "Liu Wendi, you were backstage and may not have seen the previous dances. I suggest you go back and watch them. After you finish watching, you will have the answer in your mind."

Let’s take a look at the levels of the dances that scored 7 or 8 points.

And how big is the gap between you and them.

Liu Wendi understood the subtext of Dean Cheng's words.

A face flushed red.

This is the lowest score she has received so far, right?

Feeling that everyone in the audience was laughing at her, Liu Wendi froze on the court, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

Amid the uproar, Miao Siyun raised her sign leisurely, "9 points."

Liu Wendi looked over with gratitude in his eyes.

Zhang Mingwu also breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, Liu Wendi cannot be the last one in this "Phantom" dance competition.

Before he could even let out a breath, Ye Wan spoke.

"Vice President Miao..."

Ye Wan flipped through the notebook in his hand. "If I remember correctly, you gave 8 points to contestant No. 16's solo dance. Excuse me, what is your scoring criteria?"

On and off stage, all the judges and audience members' eyes were fixed on her.

Miao Siyun froze, and stabbed Ye Wan with a knife-like gaze: You did this on purpose, didn't you? Ye Wan smiled: Please start your performance! The big screen suddenly lit up.

(End of this chapter)