"You still have a competition tomorrow, get some rest early,"
Su Ran nodded, "You should rest early too."
"Mm."
Fu Qiyuan nodded and softly acknowledged with a sound.
The conversation should have ended there, but neither of them hung up the video call, just silently gazing at each other.
At that moment, the faint longing between them became particularly intense, as thick emotions enveloped them both.
In the end, it was Fu Qiyuan who once again urged her to rest soon, and Su Ran reluctantly ended the call.
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The next day, the finals began.
Compared to the more than two thousand people in the elimination rounds, the number of finalists had been cut by more than half.
The venue for the finals was the same as last year's, with which Su Ran was naturally very familiar.
But what was even more familiar were the people sitting in the judges' seats.
