At the mentors' seats.
The woman leaned against the back of her chair, her hands crossed over her chest, a touch of laziness in her brows, her lips slightly upturned.
Suddenly, a voice reached her ear, "Isn't Teacher Gu nervous?"
Xia Lingshan's eyes flashed with malice as she chuckled softly, "I'm actually very much looking forward to Class F's performance."
Ignoring the passive-aggressiveness in the other's tone, Gu Danyu's lips parted slightly, "Oh."
With the person beside her not picking up the conversation, Xia Lingshan's fingers tensed involuntarily, and she plowed on bravely, "Teacher Gu, Ji Ze said he couldn't keep up with your pace and came to me for practice, you don't mind, do you?"
Dumpling, aren't the production crew too slow!
[It will be soon, there's a problem with the lighting, they're adjusting it.]
Troublesome.
The equipment is still not up to par, looks like we need to invest more money.
