"Next, please enjoy the performance of the Chinese delegation, Nan Ke Yi Meng."

The host walked off the stage after the announcement.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several sounds rang out in succession, and the lights above gradually went out, leaving the stands in darkness.

"Oh……"

There was a clear yawn, followed by even breathing sounds.

A graceful silhouette appeared on the big screen.

It looked like a girl, with a long skirt that had slipped down a corner.

Then, clear and beautiful music sounded.

The lights gradually lit up, and accompanied by cheerful music, a group of women in palace costumes danced gracefully to the front of the stage.

"Hey, in the semi-finals, all members of the Chinese delegation advanced. There were more than 20 people. How come there are only seven?"

"A week is too short. I guess they can only choreograph this one dance, right? If more than 20 people come on stage to dance, the result may not be the best."

"Are you giving up just like that? What a pity..."

"yes……"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

On the stage, seven girls were wearing the same apricot-colored gauze skirt.

Except that the first one's gauze dress looked more gorgeous and her hair was taller, the makeup and clothes of the other six people were exactly the same.

It looks like the attire from China's Tang Dynasty.

His hair is as black as ink and his face is as white as a silver plate.

The center of the eyebrows turned into a pear blossom.

The lips are as red as blood.

Every girl had a shy yet uncontrollable smile on her face, which made people smile involuntarily.

The girls danced with light steps, and every movement of their hands and feet showed their cuteness and charm.

Seems like smiling and angry.

It's so eye-catching.

More than 2,000 spectators watched with rapt attention.

At the same time, in the global live broadcast room, Chinese audiences were also fascinated.

"This is Beauty Walk, my God! I thought the version I watched on C Station was already an unsurpassed classic, but I didn't expect the girls from the Chinese delegation to dance even better than the original! It's so beautiful, my God, I finally experienced the happiness of a tyrant!"

"The one upstairs has everything in the dream!"

"Where are the people? Aren't there 21 girls who made it to the finals? There are only 7 of them. When will the other 14 appear? I'm so anxious!"

"Why is there no voting session? I want to vote for the fairy ladies!"

The music has come to an end, and the girls are spinning with their skirts fluttering.

There are clearly seven people, but they seem to be the same person copied and pasted.

Not only the slightly drooping swan neck, the arms raised to the sides, but even the raised hem of the skirt have the same arc.

The lights gradually dimmed.

The fluttering skirt was like a jasmine flower sinking into the night, gradually disappearing.

The music gradually faded away, with only a few faint notes remaining like lingering sound.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunfire was accompanied by the sounds of airplanes and artillery, and the backdrop of the big screen was a black and white war scene.

In just a few seconds, the big screen returned to silence.

A smooth pipa sound was heard.

“…

I have a love affair.

Sing it for you gentlemen.

Gentlemen, please calm down.

Let me sing a song of Qinhuai Scene.

..."

As the soft Wu dialect music played, the lights on the stage gradually lit up, and 13 graceful women in cheongsams of different colors were either sitting or standing, one with lowered eyebrows, or two standing back to back.

Gorgeous cheongsam, dim lights.

The radiant colors cast hazy shadows on the floor, as beautiful as silhouettes.

There was silence in the audience.

In the live broadcast room, barrages of comments filled the screen in one second.

(End of this chapter)