"What's going on? Why is Shao Zhong's performance not as good as before?"
"The music is not warm or healing at all. What is he doing?"
Everyone was discussing his performance below. Their voices weren't out of control, but they were filled with disappointment.
Conan, who was sitting in the front row and was scheduled to perform toward the end, smiled, and his tense body relaxed.
The people who had come to the competition were all very impressive, but Conan only had his eyes on Xiao Wu, as he was the opponent he valued the most. Normally, a theme like healing and warmth should be Xiao Wu's specialty. He had been nervous, but as it had turned out, Xiao Wu wasn't all that.
He might have overestimated him.
During the rest of the performance, Conan watched in a relaxed state. When it was almost his turn, he went backstage to prepare. As soon as he started performing, the tired spectators perked up.
