The examinees received their studio access passes bearing their names and photos, and they could gradually leave the club to prepare for tomorrow's live broadcast.
"I used to see Xia Ye and his team with these access passes during competitions. They looked so official, what should I do—I'm already getting nervous!"
"Look at you acting all defeated, what's there to be nervous about? You should be excited."
"Right, right, we'll be on TV tomorrow too, huh?"
"Yes, and if we perform well, who knows, we might just become overnight sensations through one broadcast like Xia Ye did."
In the adjacent resting room, Xia Ye, hearing the noise in the corridor, deliberately lay on the couch a bit longer, waiting for fewer people to be around before going out.
By the window, Xia Xing had been on the phone ever since he entered the room, sneaking around, speaking in a hushed tone.
