[Fans of Lu Yan, why are you still jumping around and being annoying? Every time you jump, your bias loses a spot in the rankings.]
[On the night of the group formation, it would be quite amusing if he fell out of the top nine.]
The large screen began to roll, and a video played.
First, a seaside landscape entered the frame, followed by a woman walking into the shooting area.
She was dressed in a long skirt, carrying a handbag.
Her face wasn't shown, only from the neck down.
Her figure was impeccable, her skin porcelain white and delicate.
The fans were taken aback.
"Xie Yu, I'm telling you, our family is poor, we don't have money, you have to work hard yourself," Xie Yanqiu's voice came slowly, "Don't let me see you not being serious. If you don't come first, I'll bust your head open."
A fist appeared in the camera.
The clenched fingers wore two rings, and a gold bracelet adorned the strong wrist.
