Ye Wan's words were concise and to the point, and the rehearsal room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The girls looked at each other, then at Ye Wan together. Their eyes were as bright as those of hungry wolves that had been starving for months in the deep mountains and forests and suddenly saw a group of sheep.

Ye Wan: ...

Xi Lingxin's eyes also sparkled, "So, everyone has no objection, right?"

"No!"

"Neither do I!"

"Sister Wan, I am not afraid of hardship or fatigue. Starting today, I will live in the rehearsal room."

"And me!"

Ye Wan exhaled lightly, "Okay, that's settled!"

This dance is extremely difficult, and the difficulty starts with the choreography.

The girls were given a day off to have a good rest today and recharge their batteries before starting a new round of intensive rehearsals tomorrow.

They chattered happily, but after returning to the room, taking a shower and eating, in less than an hour, more than 20 people gathered in the rehearsal room again.

"Sister Wan, I promise, I won't make any noise. If you need anything, just call me. If not, just treat me like a mushroom!"

"I'm Mushroom No. 2!"

…

"Report, Mushroom No. 20 is on your mission!"

21 people sat together in a circle with Ye Wan and Xi Lingxin at the center.

Unaware of the passage of time with the sunset and the moon rising, the only sounds in the rehearsal room were Ye Wanxi Lingxin's voice and the occasional sporadic discussions.

At one o'clock in the morning, the dance for the semi-finals had taken shape.

"Tomorrow, no, after we get up early, we will rehearse the demonstration first, and adjust the specific details then. Now, everyone go back to your rooms and have a good rest."

"Disband!"

Ye Wan said this, and the girls stood at attention, holding their heads high and puffing out their chests, "Yes!"

It was clearly late at night, but everyone was in high spirits, as if they had endless energy to devote to.

…

I didn’t even have the energy to take a bath, so I dragged my sore legs to the bed and dived into the soft duvet.

After a while, Mo Qingya took out her mobile phone and clicked on WeChat.

His eyes suddenly narrowed.

In the WeChat group of 22 people, no one was talking.

Ever since she said that she wanted to dance solo, the group seemed to be silent. No one responded to her, and no one questioned or blamed her. It was as if they were all too lazy to argue with her and let her fend for herself.

Mo Qingya gritted her teeth, sat up and sent a message.

"@Ye Wan@Xi Lingxin, I want to dance solo."

After sending the message, she threw her phone away. Mo Qingya had even thought about it. If Ye Wan and Xi Lingxin ignored her, she would get up early tomorrow and knock on their door.

I had just stood up and was about to take a shower when my cell phone rang.

When Mo Qingya opened her phone, her face darkened several shades.

Ye Wan: OK!

Xi Lingxin: ok.jpg "Fang Siyao has left the group chat."

"Jiang Ke'er has left the group chat."

…

In the blink of an eye, she, Ye Wan and Xi Lingxin were the only ones left in the group.

It was like another silent group of three.

Her teeth felt sore and she had to bite her lips tightly to prevent herself from losing control and screaming madly. Mo Qingya threw her phone on the bed and rushed into the bathroom.

A week goes by in a flash.

At 7 pm on Saturday, the semi-finals of the Starlight Competition officially kicked off at the Paris Grand Opera House.

Obsessed with rehearsals, she practiced dancing from morning to night except for eating and sleeping. When Mo Qingya walked into the theater again, she exuded confidence from the inside out.

When she walked into the lounge and saw Ye Wan and the others who were already dressed up, Mo Qingya was startled, her eyes widened, "You...you only prepared one show?"

(End of this chapter)