Revenge

Mo Ting's expression darkened as he watched the performance. He was the one who taught Su Yuan's dance. Back then, he thought that as long as she won, he would be happy. But now, he felt so uncomfortable...

Qian Qing was still whistling at the side; Mo Ting felt like killing someone.

The music stopped, and the live broadcast room exploded. The students rushed to the stage uncontrollably.

"Boss, you're amazing!"

"Su Yuan, I love you!"

...

Bai Yurou clenched her fists.

Their team's performance ended. Although it was not bad, compared to Su Yuan's team, there was not much to remember. It was not outstanding at all.

The two teams stood on the stage at the same time, waiting for the results of the online voting.

The host decaled, "Alright. Next, there are five seconds until the voting channel closes. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! "