Finally, the last 12 contestants ascended to the stage.
Wang Xinfei was among them.
Her condition had secretly reversed overnight; a few hints of color had returned to her icy jade-like face, a far cry from her exhausted and lethargic look after a long battle yesterday.
The moment she stood still in the competition area, Ye Shan, who was well prepared on the eastern grandstand, stood up.
He wore a rich red cloak, holding aloft a 15-meter flag, waving it back and forth, loudly cheering, "Go Miss Xinfei".
On the front of the flag was a large, boldly painted "Fei".
On the back was a leaping steed, looking majestic and imposing.
After loudly shouting three times, he felt the surrounding was too quiet.
Ye Shan turned around abruptly, glaring at the people around him and said:
"Aren't you going to cheer with me?"
"Yes, yes, yes ..."
The hundreds of students from the commoner class looked at each other with awkward and helpless expressions on their faces.
