Xu Jiaojiao's eyes lit up. "I wonder what kind of performance it'll be? I'm looking forward to it."
Tiantian looked at Xu Jiaojiao's expression of anticipation, and she looked troubled. She gave Jiaojiao a friendly reminder. "I think you should… lower your expectations."
Before Xu Jiaojiao could ask why, the lights on the stage went dim. The first performance of the annual gala had already begun. The first performance was from the weebs of the technical department who specialized in technology.
The men, some big and some thin, wore traditional Chinese clothes as they went on stage. Then, they began to sway their waists and hips with the music. Their arms swayed up and down, as if they were creating a scene of waves.
Xu Zhengyang was dressed in white traditional Chinese clothes and stood at the most eye-catching position. He was wearing a cheap, fake mask as he held a microphone in his hand. Finally, he started singing very half-heartedly.
