Lunch was at the hotel buffet restaurant.

On one side were Mo Qingya and more than 20 other people who had already finished their performances. Regardless of whether they had entered the semi-finals or were eliminated, the tension had come to an end and everyone was eating and chatting, enjoying themselves.

On the other side, there were more than 70 people who had just performed in the afternoon and could not eat.

Only Ye Wan, Xi Lingxin, Jiang Keer and Fang Siyao who followed Ye Wan like a tail, the four of them were talking in low voices.

They were clearly sitting together, but it seemed as if there was an invisible river separating the two sides.

It's lively and quiet at the same time.

Clearly distinguished.

Mo Qingya was originally in a very good mood.

But when he looked up and saw Fang Siyao, who always smiled like a flower when talking to Ye Wan, the smile on his face gradually faded.

traitor!!!

Looking at Ye Wan again, he felt even more displeased.

"Hey, Ye Wan..."

At the Imperial Dance, a girl who made it to the semifinals said loudly, "I've watched your live broadcast, and you dance really well! Why did your school let you be the leader instead of performing on stage?"

"You said that if you were only the leader of Diying, that would be fine. But when we enter the semi-finals, those who have passed the test in the 100-man team will have to form a team together. At that time, you can't still be the leader, right? Not to mention whether you are qualified, it will not be fair to the semi-finalists from other schools!"

"He Yuting, what do you mean..." huh?

Before Fang Siyao could finish his words, he met Ye Wanqing's cold gaze and was instantly speechless.

Seeing this, Mo Qingya became even angrier, and her temper immediately came up, "Yuting is not wrong!... Why, Ye Wan is not only responsible for choreographing for Diying, but also responsible for everything from winning to the finals? It's fine if she wins, but if she loses, whose responsibility is it?"

Everyone knows that in last year’s Starlight Competition, the Imperial Capital Team of 100 returned empty-handed.

This year, I am holding my breath, aiming for the gold, silver and bronze trophies.

Since he is the leader, he should be the dancer who can convince everyone, just like in previous years.

"Mo Qingya, there are only five people from your school who have been shortlisted. You can't even wait until the afternoon and you're already going crazy!"

Xi Lingxin sneered and said, "How about this, among our three teams, whichever team has the most players making it to the semi-finals will have the leader take charge of the team from now on. How do you think?"

Mo Qingya thought quickly in her mind.

Diwu is the most professional dance academy in the imperial capital. It is much better than the dance department of Diying.

Not to mention that some of the members of the Diying team were from the acting and film departments, and they had only taken a few dance classes.

Not to mention Xi Lingxin's group.

Although there are a lot of people, they are all from various colleges and universities.

Except for Xi Lingxin, there is no one who can fight! Only 5 people from the Imperial Dance Team made it to the finals, how could Ye Wan's team have more than 5?

Even if Xi Lingxin's team has an advantage in numbers, it's better to let Xi Lingxin be the leader than Ye Wan! "Okay!"

Mo Qingya raised her voice, "It's settled!"

I'm afraid that if I don't make it clear in advance, someone will make comments later.

Mo Qingya glanced at Ye Wan, who was eating with his head down and didn't even glance at her, and said loudly: "Whoever is the team leader has the final say. When the time comes, the others should stop giving orders blindly!"

Everyone knew who Mo Qingya was addressing.

Some people are secretly happy.

There were also people who wanted to stand up for Ye Wan, but they suppressed their thoughts when they saw the sneer on her lips.

There was deathly silence in the restaurant.

(End of this chapter)