The camera continued to focus on the mentors' seats.
On the screen, Si Fuqing appeared nonchalant.
She slightly lifted her chin, clearly intrigued, "Go on."
"I apologize for all my previous words and actions," Mu Ye said, leaning on his crutches and bowing deeply. "I'm currently unable to dance due to my leg injury, but Teacher Si once said that I'm a Vocal. I'd like to learn something about singing from you."
"Considering I'm withdrawing from the competition, could you grant me a battle?"
His tone was sincere, and his apology seemed genuine. It was hard to find fault with him.
Si Fuqing's eyebrows raised, "Battle with you?"
"Yes, I'm just a trainee, and you're a mentor, so your abilities are naturally above mine," Mu Ye said, looking her in the eye without arrogance or humility. "You wouldn't be afraid, would you?"
The audience erupted.
[Who do you think you are to make such a request?? You've got some nerve!]
