The competition inside the stadium was still in full swing.
After Feng Qi and her team finished performing, they went down to wait.
"I think you did great. Even without me pulling any strings, you might have made it into the top three."
"You're exaggerating."
The layman sees the fun, the expert sees the craft.
Feng Qi was well aware of the other teams' skill levels.
'With this performance, we'll probably get fourth. It's impossible to get into the top three.'
'But since Zhou Sui can pull some strings, it probably won't be a problem.'
"Old Zhou!"
Feng Qi was number 16. There were two more teams after her.
Just as they were waiting for the competition to end, a voice came from behind.
"Old Bai is here."
Walking toward them was a young, stylishly dressed man wearing sunglasses.
The man's name was Bai Zuoyi, a good friend of Zhou Sui.
"Thanks for all your help with this. I'll treat you to a nice dinner tonight to thank you properly."
"Don't. Let me treat you instead."
