Mo Qingya felt that ever since today's competition began, everything happening around her had an inexplicable sense of fantasy.

First, a teammate had an accident.

Moreover, Ye Wan, who was not a member of the Imperial Dance, actually completed the dance that they had been rehearsing for more than a month.

Finally, there was the glamorous and elegant female dancer who appeared backstage.

Mo Qingya knew her.

To be exact, anyone who has been dancing and trying to make a name for themselves in the dance world knows her.

Julia is a principal dancer at the French National Ballet.

The youngest dancer in the international ballet genre.

He is also one of the judges of this Starlight Competition.

Mo Qingya had only seen Julia on TV shows.

No matter whether she is dancing the White Swan or the Black Swan, she can make people instantly immerse themselves in the role the moment she starts dancing, as if they themselves are the swan.

White is elegant and noble, while black is evil and stunning.

I couldn't forget it until the end of the dance.

At this moment, Julia, who was blonde, blue-eyed, fair-skinned and beautiful, with her hair glowing, hugged Ye Wan, her face full of happiness, "Dear, if I say I came here for you, do you believe me?"

"Of course I believe it!"

Ye Wan smiled and hugged Julia, then took her to the small dressing room next door.

Before leaving, he did not forget to remind Jiang Ke'er, "Come and call me when No. 45 goes on stage!"

"good!"

Jiang Keer's voice soared.

The two figures walking away side by side were equally graceful.

Some people were amazed that the younger sister actually knew the prima ballerina.

Others marveled at Ye Wan's quick and agile response.

More people gathered around the people from Diying, wanting to find out if Ye Wan was this awesome on weekdays! With the noise in her ears, Mo Qingya sat in a corner in a daze.

The bus drove back to the hotel. Mo Qingya didn't even take off her makeup. She went to sit by the window and turned on the computer.

The official website of the Starlight Competition has released the entire preview of the evening show.

Guests on the red carpet.

The host opens the show.

The chief judge gave a speech.

At first, they had the patience to watch the shows one by one, but later, Mo Qingya simply pulled them to the dance.

With her eyes fixed on Ye Wan, an evil voice sounded in Mo Qingya's heart: Even if she didn't perform well, it wasn't her fault.

Who caused Hu Ruohan to have such a sudden problem? Who caused Ye Wan to act impulsively?

Anyway, it's not her fault.

But soon, Mo Qingya was disappointed.

Although she was in the corner, Ye Wan's graceful and precise dancing made her feel like she was the center of attention.

As for her, who was actually standing in the C position, compared with Ye Wan, she seemed just a beautiful vase.

No, it's not even a vase!

With Ye Wan's face, what qualifications do others have to be called a vase?

At best, she was just a puppet in the center position! The music continued, and the computer had slipped off her legs.

In the dark room, Mo Qingya felt an overwhelming sense of panic: the dance that she had always been proud of was not as good and strong as she thought.

She thought she was a graceful swan.

In fact, she is the stupid frog sitting at the bottom of the well! Having participated in so many competitions since childhood, none of them made Mo Qingya doubt her life like this.

The moment Mo Qingya dialed the teacher's phone, tears began to fall.

(End of this chapter)