The three tickets that Ruan Shaohuai wanted were prepared for them.
At this moment, the two old men were a little anxious. Xie Bowen couldn't help but look at his grandson and asked, "There are more than a dozen people here, why hasn't it been your aunt's turn yet?"
Xie Yi rolled his eyes and said reluctantly, "This competition is based on ranking. There are eighteen people in total. Xie Xi... my aunt is ranked eighteenth. Why haven't she had a turn yet?"
Mr. Xie glared: "The last one?"
What else?
Xie Yi rolled his eyes in his heart again, but he didn't dare to say it in front of his grandfather. He reluctantly comforted him with a few words: "My aunt left the stage right after her performance in the last round of the competition. Her score was affected a bit, otherwise her ranking should have been higher."
That’s what he said!
Only your own daughter knows.
Although there have always been rumors that his daughter is uneducated, Xie Bowen spends every day with her and naturally realizes that this is not the case.
Apart from anything else, he had accidentally discovered the calligraphy written by Xie Xihe when she was eleven or twelve years old.
He has his own style, natural temperament and demeanor.
No matter what, it has nothing to do with being unlearned and unskillful!
As they were talking, the seventeenth contestant finally got his score, 86 points.
Although there is a gap between her and Gan Ying, who is currently ranked first, it is still pretty good.
The seventeen people breathed a sigh of relief and left the stage at the host's signal.
Xie Xihe then went on stage.
The audience was still enthusiastically discussing the previous performance, but while they were talking, they caught a glimpse of a slender and graceful figure, and everyone subconsciously focused their attention.
The next moment, the entire venue was silent.
(End of this chapter)
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