Ye Wan's luck was too good, wasn't it? Dean Qian didn't come earlier or later, but just when Ye Wan was dancing.

If I had come earlier and seen her ballet...

Feeling unwilling, Mo Qingya turned back to look in the direction of the door, and saw that Dean Qian and his group had disappeared.

He turned around again, suppressed the worry in his heart and stood up, "Okay, okay, now the voting begins."

An anonymous voting app was launched in the WeChat group. Mo Qingya raised her phone and flashed it to everyone, "Voting begins..."

Clicking on the voting button, Mo Qingya voted for herself without hesitation.

She still has this bit of confidence! Xi Lingxin's sword dance of Mulan joining the army is indeed brilliant, but it is not gentle and elegant enough, and Mulan's heroism is too strong, and the sense of substitution is too poor.

The audience in the audience would only think, wow, Mulan is so great, but they couldn't even feel the slightest bit of what they wanted.

Not to mention Ye Wan's Indian dance.

Isn't it just the half-hidden, half-covered, shy and seductive power? There is no technical content at all, not even as good as Xi Lingxin's sword dance.

As for my own ballet...

Mo Qingya raised her head like a proud little peacock.

Ballet is the most elegant dance in the world, unmatched by any other type of dance.

The Swan Lake segment she danced is a classic among classics.

She has danced this dance hundreds of times, and even her teacher said it was so beautiful that there was no flaw in it.

She just didn't believe that she couldn't defeat Xi Lingxin and Ye Wan.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the result was a foregone conclusion. Mo Qingya glanced down, the smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows already overflowing uncontrollably.

The poll shows that 29 people have voted.

She ranked first with 14 votes.

Xi Lingxin came in second with 11 votes.

Minus the one vote she cast for herself, the other three votes were probably cast by those who were close to her or in the same class as her among the more than 20 people in Diying who couldn't save face? I hope the people in Diying will fight for it and don't let Ye Wan lose too badly!

Mo Qingya raised her eyes and looked towards Ye Wan.

I saw several girls surrounding Ye Wan, chattering.

She also asked how long Ye Wan had learned Indian dance, where she rented the dancer's costume she was wearing, and how she could develop eyes as bright and charming as Ye Wan's.

At first glance, two of the girls were from the Imperial Capital Dance Academy.

Mo Qingya rolled her eyes in her heart, but said gently, "Before the results come out, let's discuss where to eat tonight."

"Let's go to the snack street near the Academy of Performing Arts. I heard there's a barbecue restaurant on that street that serves really delicious skewers. In the summer, the front door is packed with people. If you go too late, you won't be able to get a seat."

"Look at how little you have accomplished! It's rare that a goddess invites us to dinner, so we have to eat something fancy! When can't we eat down-to-earth delicacies like hot pot and barbecued skewers?"

"That's right, it's unreasonable not to eat at a Michelin two-star or three-star restaurant, right?"

“Don’t bother with two or three stars, just go for the Michelin five-star rating!”

"Yes, yes, Michelin five stars!"

Most of those who study art come from wealthy families, and with just a few words, they can set the standard of that evening's meal to a Michelin five-star hotel.

This was exactly what she wanted, and Mo Qingya couldn't help feeling proud.

With his eyebrows raised high, he looked at Ye Wan with a smile on his face.

When everything became quiet, everyone looked at her with sympathy.

Her heart was pounding and Mo Qingya grabbed her cell phone.

(End of this chapter)