Shen Wei once again shifted his gaze away from the audition room. As the minutes passed, his heart, which had required some effort to pacify, once more started to stir restlessly.
Does an audition require this much time?
Half an hour had passed, and that already exceeded their estimated time.
If it had just been a formality or if Roman had not been satisfied with Fang Zhao's performance, it simply would not have taken this long!
Unless... there had been progress?
The more he thought about it, the more Shen Wei could not sit tight. Every two minutes, he would take a look at the time. He had already drunk three cups of tea and had paced around seven or eight times, yet he still could not calm down and was growing even more jittery instead.
When there was expectation, it would give rise to impractical thoughts and a loss of rationality.
When it came to anticipating, who wouldn't tend to think about the positive aspects?
