Rainbow Bullshit, Lowkey Pretense

Today, Tian Xiaoxiao wore a slightly more formal dress and held her violin in her hand.

The staff behind her immediately distributed her information to the judges.

"Third-grade?" A teacher from Continent M sitting beside Mr. Engel couldn't help but utter as he flipped through the information.

Third-grade, and she had only joined the association for less than two months.

"She's Master Wei's disciple. Who knows, she might reach the fourth grade in about two months." The teacher who spoke was on Dai Ran's side in the Beijing Association and was secretly demeaning her.

After all, everyone knew that… it was too difficult to go from the third- to fourth-grade in less than two months, especially since this student wasn't particularly good in all aspects.

After hearing that she was Master Wei's disciple, Mr. Engel was a little interested. He looked down at the information and was surprised. "She even made her own composition?"