"You haven't seen those people. They can't even pronounce their consonants right, mixing up their Ns and Ls. I bet even someone like me could make it into the top ten! And you? You could easily win. The grand prize is two hundred yuan and a tape recorder…"
"I'm in," Xia Zhaoyun suddenly said.
"I know you love to dance and usually aren't interested in anything else, but things are different now. Without the Song Family... Wait, you're in?" He Qingran said happily. "That's the spirit! A wise person adapts to their circumstances!"
"I'll get you the application form tomorrow," she said, unable to stop herself from explaining the competition's rules and requirements to Xia Zhaoyun. She grew more and more excited as she spoke, wishing she could light a lamp and have Xia Zhaoyun write her draft right then and there.
Just then, someone knocked on the door. "Song Ruoyun, someone's downstairs looking for you!"
