Soon, the contestants who came out had reached the tenth place.

Among these ten players, none of them were rated B or above, all of them were C or D.

The audience went from being confused at the beginning to becoming accustomed to it later.

At first, when the mentors introduced themselves, it felt quite kind, but once they got into the work mode, they became more and more stern one by one.

Each mentor's eyes were extremely serious, like a cheetah in the jungle examining its prey.

The audience couldn't help but sweat for the contestants and felt nervous, and they were glad that they were still spectators, not contestants.

At this moment, Zuo Mian stared blankly at the mentor seat only two meters away from him, and his eyes gradually changed from blank and confused at the beginning to blazing.

In fact, like the mentors in the mentor seat, she is also listening and feeling very carefully when the contestants match the works.

Although she is not a professional judge, due to her years of love and sensitivity to sound, she can also evaluate the quality of the contestants' performances in her heart.

Zuo Mian heard someone in the audience whispering that so-and-so should not be so low-level, but Zuo Mian felt that the instructors' ratings for each player were very reasonable.

This is a competition, not a playhouse, not a work that is usually played at home, since it is to be presented to the public, then it is necessary to show the best side.

Zuo Mian can understand the idea that the mentors want to be strict with the players.

Being strict with them now is in the hope that they will be better in the future.

The 100 players will be eliminated one by one in the future, if the standards are relaxed for them at the beginning, what ability will they have to compete in the subsequent schedule?

Therefore, Zuo Mian felt that there was no problem with such strictness.

There is no problem with C-kun's rating......

When it comes to Mr. C, Zuo Mian still doesn't dare to completely overlap the shadow of this person and Gong Chip.

But what she saw in front of her reminded her over and over again.

It's not a dream, it's all true.

They're just one person.

What's more, even if Zuo Mian doesn't believe his eyes anymore, it is impossible to forget Jing Xiujie's group of people.

Zuo Mian never thought that he had actually been in contact with the people of the Wuyin Hall for a long time.

They've eaten together!

It's no wonder that when Gong Chip took her to meet his friends at the beginning, Jing Xiujie and his gang only introduced their English names.

What did she boast about them at the time?

She seems to be praising the group of friends in the palace...... Very foreign?

him!

It's all to hide your real name!

If he knew the real names of these people at that time, Zuo Mian would probably be able to know who Gong Chip was in an instant.

I have been deceived by this man for so long! But......

At the moment when he knew that Gong Chip was Jun C, Zuo Mian was even more fascinated by this man.

Especially when the man severely rated each player just now, it was so handsome that it made her soul tremble.

There really is such a perfect person in the world, who combines talent and beauty.

And...... She also gave it to her.

Just thinking about it a little, Zuo Mian's eyes were hot with excitement.

Gong Mi on the side noticed Zuo Mian's mood fluctuations and couldn't help asking, "Sister Zuo Mian, why are you crying?" Is there something wrong with it? ”

Zuo Mian: "......"

The young man stretched out his little hand and pinched the corner of Zuo Mian's clothes.

The elder brother can't be by his sister-in-law's side now, so he has to play the role of protecting his sister-in-law and take good care of his sister Zuomian.

"Sister Zuomian, are you thirsty or not, I haven't drunk the orange juice I brought, give it to you."

[Gong Mi: Sister Zuo Mian, why are you crying?

Left Sleep: ...... (I can't tell the child that I was crying because of his brother's handsomeness, I can't say it, I can't say it)]

(End of chapter)