Not a few trainees reveled in schadenfreude, delighting in Yan Yuanze's misfortune.
His head pounding and throbbing, Yan Yuanze could hardly hear the murmuring voices around him. He quickened his pace, dashing into the restroom as if propelled by the wind.
After splashing his face with cold water several times, Yan Yuanze gradually regained his composure.
Even without Si Fuqing's guidance, he had made it to the top fifty-five.
He didn't doubt for a second that he would secure a spot to debut.
Si Fuqing would regret it then, lacking him as an option for debut.
Fuming, Yan Yuanze slammed his fist against the wall and returned to his dormitory with a stern expression.
**
Meanwhile, in Dance Room 2.
Xie Yu resumed his laid-back demeanor.
He bent down and picked up a can of coke from a nearby box. "Teacher Si, here's your cola."