My Visual Pick

Lin Zhi walked away before June could say anything. 

June shook his head, following after him nonchalantly. He entered the room and sat on the seat that had his name. They were seated according to their ranks, so he sat at the second seat on the second row. 

There was a wide screen before them and numerous cameras capturing their reactions. 

Then, the screen lit up, revealing the stage they just performed on. 

Minho stood at the very center, a proud smile on his face. 

"Truly, the trainees have come so far," he started off. "I still remember when they struggled to sing the signal song and complained about the difficult dance. However, now, they sang and danced with ease. Proud is an understatement of what I'm currently feeling. Let us give them a round of applause!" 

The audience cheered loudly, and the trainees backstage, too, clapped for themselves.