Unless a contestant had immense mental fortitude.
Xia Zhaoyun felt that the performance order was secondary. It was highly likely that someone had deliberately arranged it for their own convenience. 'Since someone's making a move, they'll surely try to knock me out in one blow, right?'
She put on a show of practicing like everyone else, flipping through her script and reciting it over and over, while Huo Tianhao sat beside her, seemingly catching up on sleep.
The woman's recitation was utterly half-hearted, tinged with a casual, perfunctory air. Yet, it was like a soft feather, brushing against his ear intermittently, sending a shiver of comfort all over his body.
It also gave rise to the absurd feeling that all was right and peaceful with the world.
Halfway through the competition, a staff member suddenly ran over in a panic, panting as he said, "Comrade Xia Zhaoyun, I'm so sorry. A new comrade just made a mistake and erased your tape."
"Do you have another copy?"
