"No. 96, No. 97, No. 98, No. 99, No. 100."

After reading out all the numbers in one breath, Camille looked at the girls on the stage who were completely stunned with a smile on her face, "Congratulations!"

The theater was completely silent.

There were only more than twenty people on the stage, but Camille read out 11 numbers in one breath.

Does this mean... halfway through being selected? Oh My God!!!

The foreign students were so shocked that they couldn't recover.

Even Mo Qingya and the other dozens of people in the Imperial Capital Hundred Man Group were stunned, with a look of disbelief on their faces.

In the stands, the host was dumbfounded.

"Camille..."

The host looked at Camille and then at the other judges, and asked the question on everyone's mind, "Is this... the opinion of all the judges?"

"That's right."

Camille smiled and looked around, "Everyone, tell me something."

Julia was the first to speak. "China has a history of 5,000 years. I think everyone here, including me, is only familiar with those few chapters."

"But do you think this dance is just a celebration of the beauty of the peony? I don't think so. I also saw the magnificent and glorious Tang Dynasty."

“The beauty of dance lies in the fact that it can make people who don’t know how to read or even understand art understand what it wants to tell us without a single word.”

"And this dance by the Chinese team did just that. I saw the gorgeous beauty of the peony, the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, and the dancers' dedication to excellence, as well as the ten years of hard work that was displayed in these three minutes on stage."

"If I were the only judge, I would send all the dancers in this dance to the semi-finals."

Julia looked up at the girls on the stage with admiration, "To the peonies who were not selected, please don't be discouraged. You are also beautiful and great!"

After Julia, several other judges expressed their opinions and gave high praise to "National Beauty".

In the stands, Mo Qingya was in a daze.

Xi Lingxin couldn't hide her disappointment.

So, are she and Ye Wan really not destined to be together? Ye Wan guessed the number of people from Mo Qingya's team who were selected for the semi-finals.

I also guessed their team's team.

For the Diying team, Ye Wan gave a number of 12 players for the rematch.

But Xi Ling believed it.

Until now, she couldn't tell where her blind confidence in Ye Wan came from.

But she just believed it.

Because she believed in her enough, even though Ye Wan was still a little hesitant about signing her as an artist of Ye One Studio, Xi Lingxin felt that it was a sure thing.

And now, the fact is that there are only 11 people selected.

Just one more missing!

Xi Lingxin sighed and looked towards the stage.

It suddenly occurred to me that Ye Wan was not among the people on the stage.

As the dancers on the stage turned around and left the stage, Camille stood up in the judges' booth and turned to look at the audience.

"Ms. Mo..."

His eyes wandered around and then fell on Mo Qingya's face. Camille said loudly: "I remember you!"

After coming back to her senses from her daze, Mo Qingya's eyes flashed with great surprise.

She knew that her guess yesterday was correct!

Even though it was just a rehearsal, as long as she performed well, someone would definitely remember her.

But what Mo Qingya didn't expect was that the one who would remember her would be the chief judge Camille.

"Camille..."

Mo Qingya slowly stood up and looked at Camille with surprise.

I could hear what she said, but Mo Qingya couldn't understand French.

When dense discussions were heard all around, they pieced together Camille's general intentions.

The light in Mo Qingya's eyes suddenly became sharp.

(End of this chapter)