Kneel, Exploding the Arena! (3)

After her brief dance performance, Lin Qingyan returned to her seat. 

The atmosphere in the venue had heightened.

[Qingyan, Qingyan!]

[See? When compared, Si Fuqing is nothing next to Lin Qingyan.]

[Without a comparison, there is no harm.]

[To be honest, Si Fuqing should just quietly be a pretty vase.]

"Teacher Si, don't you want to perform something to boost the morale of the trainees?" Lin Qingyan finally saw her chance and smirked, "The fans are really looking forward to it."

"Why should I, as a mentor, put on a show?" Si Fuqing crossed her arms and tilted her head, "If Teacher Lin likes to do so, go ahead. Don't involve me. After all, I don't possess Teacher Lin's incredible skills."

Lin Qingyan's face stiffened, turning green once again.

Sweat trickled down the host's forehead.

He just prayed that the initiator of the group would return soon, so he could be spared from this unforeseen calamity.