When they heard that the gold award presenter was the director of the Paris Opera, the award-winning contestants on the stage and the audience below were all excited.

At last year's Starlight Competition awards ceremony, the gold medal winner received an invitation from the Paris Opera.

Will it be the same this year? "As an international friend, I think the gold medal will definitely go to China!"

"Me too, the Chinese team's dance is amazing! It would be unreasonable not to win the gold medal!"

"But if it's a gold medal, why didn't the judges announce the score? Other dances are scored on the spot, but the score of Huaguo's dance has not been announced until now. Or do the judges want to keep it a secret?"

"Really? Really? I think so too! If the ladies don't win the gold medal, I think I will burst into tears right now."

Inside and outside the stadium, more than one billion people watched as the middle-aged man in a neat suit, with gray hair and a combination of elegance and handsomeness, strode onto the stands from the judges' box.

Then I watched him pick up the microphone and my nervous breathing stopped.

In the silence, Raymond read in a gentle voice: "The winner of the 19th International Starlight Competition is... the French team's "Swan Lake."

Applause broke out.

There was dead silence backstage.

Ye Wan was slightly stunned, as if he had not expected this result.

The light in Xi Lingxin's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Behind me, someone was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Disappointed? No.

It's despair!!! There is nothing wrong with the arrangement and the performance.

It’s more like three dances than one dance.

For a week, they practiced in front of the mirror over and over again, forgetting to eat and sleep, striving to make every movement perfect.

They have done their best.

But still no chance of winning a trophy? Even if it was just a bronze medal?

A loud voice sounded from a distance. Ye Wan and the Chinese team all looked up and saw Selina walking towards them with a smug smile.

"It's such a pity that your Chinese team missed out on the trophy again in this Starlight Competition."

Although he said these regretful words, there was no expression of regret on his face.

Serena held her trophy and looked at Ye Wan with a beaming smile, "So, no matter how amazing you are in the preliminary and semi-finals, what's the point, don't you think?"

"You Chinese people, just like your dance, love to dream and can only dream!"

"you……"

"Yan Xi!"

Shi Yanxi was already so sad that she shed tears, and her eyes and nose were red.

At this moment, after being mocked by Selina, he was so angry that he wanted to pounce on her like a little lion, but Ye Wan stopped all his impulses with a word.

Ye Wan walked past everyone and stood in front of Selina.

"Yes, you are right."

Ye Wan nodded, "We Chinese people love to dream. Because we have a history of about 5,000 years, we can have many dreams, gorgeous, dreamy, decadent, vicissitudes... any kind of dream is fine. After all, those things are real things that existed in our great history."

It was like a circle hitting cotton, and the other party took advantage of the force to hit back at me, mocking my country for not having a long history and profound enough heritage, so I couldn't even dream.

Selina's face changed slightly.

The next moment, the host's even more excited voice rang out from the microphone, "Next, please invite Dinane, the president of the International Dance Association, to present the last award of this Starlight Competition to us."

The last award? Hadn't the gold, silver and bronze awards already been awarded? What last award was there? In the audience, in the live studio, on and off the stage, everyone held their breath and looked towards the stage.

(End of this chapter)