everyone looked at mo nan chong and shook their heads. xiao ruoruo's zither skills were so fast that she could even start a concert. mo nan chong probably could not compare to her.
" will mo nanchong admit defeat? does she still dare to compete with xiao ruoruo? "
"admit defeat? indeed, at this level, she can only admit defeat. if she doesn't admit defeat, wouldn't she be making a fool of herself and embarrassing herself in the real performance?"
"that might not be the case. is she not afraid of embarrassing herself?"
" admit defeat, mo nan chong. even if you play the zither, it's still a disgrace! "
" hehe, you really can't compare to ruoruo. you're such a piece of trash! "
" mo nan chong, you can step down now. you can't compare to xiao ruoruo! "
many of xiao ruoruo's supporters in the audience had already started to shout wildly.
when the students of class 3.9 saw that the rest of the students were making a ruckus, they were immediately a little annoyed.
