After singing the song, the audience was in an uproar, and everyone thought that Ling Yuran would be able to win the first round, but as a result, Ling Yuran's clothes had been opened, but she didn't know it. The clothes belt fluttered in the air with the wind, revealing the middle coat and the red belly pocket, Ling Yuran only felt that the wind was pouring into her body, and it was cold, and when she reacted, the audience was already laughing, Ling Yuran's face turned red, how could she see people in the future.

"Well, I think the wind is a little too strong today." "Bamboo Pole" awkwardly walked on stage and stood for Ling Yuran, this situation is indeed unseen, even the "Bamboo Pole" didn't know what to do, so he had to glance at the list and said, "Okay, let's just take it as if I watched a farce just now, the next one is Miss Ling Fusan, Ling Demon Ran, bring the dance." ”

After that, the "bamboo pole" stepped down, Ling Youran and Mu Qianxun exchanged glances, in fact, Ling Yuran's clothes were damaged by them, but they just made her ugly, and they didn't kill her. Ling Youran came to the stage, holding a folding fan in his hand, everyone saw a graceful woman, a green shirt, green silk and ink dyeing, and a colorful fan elegant, if a fairy is like a spirit, Ling Youran sometimes raised his wrist and lowered his eyebrows, sometimes lightly Shu Yun's hand, and the fan in his hand was closed and held, like a pen walking in the dragon painting Danqing, the jade sleeves are windy, elegant and vigorous. The sound of music is clear in the ears, the folding fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen like a silk string, turning, throwing, opening, closing, twisting, rounding, bending, flowing water like a dragon flying like a phoenix dancing. Suddenly, a number of delicate petals gently fly between the heaven and the earth, the refreshing fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, in the rain of flowers, a beautiful girl in Tsing Yi, like a hollow valley orchid appeared, with her light and graceful, ethereal dance, wide sleeves open and close to cover, but also set off her thousands of beautiful posture. Everyone watched her graceful dancing in fascination, almost forgetting to breathe.

Ling Youran bowed to everyone, obviously, compared to Ling Yuran's "accident", Ling Youran's game was perfect. Ling Youran looked at the audience, Yan Zi'an was looking at himself with hot eyes, "Why is he here?" Ling Youran muttered, and then looked at Ling Yuran, who was hiding behind, and saw her biting her lip tightly, holding back her tears, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to say it.

As soon as Ling Youran retreated to the backstage, Ling Yuran slapped the table and ran to Ling Youran angrily, she had already changed into another dress, she threw the broken clothes on the table, Ling Youran glanced at the clothes on the table and Ling Yuran threw over, "Is there something wrong?" Ling Youran said lightly, "Is there something wrong?!" What did you do, don't you know? Ling Yuran's voice was sharp and high, fortunately there was no one else here except Mu Qianxun, otherwise he had to take a good look at what kind of person Ling Yuran was.

"You're enough, if you make a mistake, you will blame others." Mu Qianxun glanced at Ling Yuran, "This is obviously your doing, I want to sue Dean Sù." Ling Yuran was angry, Ling Youran slowly stood up, "Slap-" There was a crisp sound of a slap, and even Mu Qianxun hadn't reacted yet. "Cool?" Ling Youran asked calmly, at this time Mu Qianxun had already come to his senses, but Ling Yuran was obviously confused by Ling Youran's slap, "Smack-" Another hot slap, "I want you to remember that I am no longer the Ling Demon Ran who let you bully, slaughter, and admit that you deceive, otherwise, your fate will be ten times worse than now." ”