Lin Wanzhou: "Her votes stopped."
"Huh???" Xu Qingyan was somewhat confused. What did it mean by votes stopping? "Stopped, and then? How many votes in the end? I'm in the corridor and can't see."
"A little over four hundred, now slowly approaching five hundred."
Buzz!
In the bright stage corridor, Xu Qingyan leaned against the white wall, his fingers tapping on the phone screen. Seeing the message about a little over four hundred, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
Five hundred votes could be disregarded, the final result wouldn't possibly be just over five hundred.
But the fact that the number of votes was stuck a little over four hundred and then slowly climbing was indeed puzzling. Generally speaking, votes would always rise to five hundred and then stagnate.
Afterwards, they would increase slowly, drip by drip, until all the hesitant votes in the audience's hands were cast.
