For this significant competition, the local television station in Q City will air a special report, live broadcasting the event under the pretext of promoting Q City's culture. Rows of cameras are positioned below the stage, some for live broadcasting and others set up by journalists.
Yu Jingrong stands backstage, glancing at the VIP section. Almost every prestigious individual from Q City is seated there, yet there's one vacant seat, with a label that reads Li Chengyun.
"Are you sure you don't want to sit there?" Yu Jingrong turns to Li Chengyun, sitting in her dressing room with a calm facade.
"The competition's about to start, and traditionally, those who progress from the preliminary round appear last," Li Chengyun extends a hand towards her, signaling her to sit down.
Yu Jingrong nods, "I'm aware!"
Li Chengyun gently pushes her fringe aside, his fingertips lightly gliding over her fair, soft skin, "Just do your best, no need to push yourself too hard."
