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Chapter 886 The result is no suspense

Chapter 886 The result is no doubt

Mo Qingya was angry.

Ye Wan's luck is too good, right?

Dean Qian came early and late, but he came just when Ye Wan was dancing.

If only I had come earlier and seen her ballet...

Full of unwillingness, Mo Qingya looked back in the direction of the door and saw that Dean Qian and his party had already disappeared out of sight.

Looking back, he suppressed the slight worry in his heart and stood up, "Okay, okay, let's start voting now."

After launching a secret voting app in the WeChat group, Mo Qingya raised her phone and flashed it to everyone, "The voting has begun..."

Clicking to vote, Mo Qingya voted for herself without hesitation.

She still has this little bit of confidence!

Xi Lingxin's sword dance of Mulan joining the army is indeed brilliant, but it is not gentle and elegant enough, and Mulan's heroism is too strong, and the sense of substitution is too poor.

The spectators in the audience would only think, wow, Mulan is great, but they couldn't get a hint of how they wanted to feel.

Not to mention Ye Wan's Indian dance.

Isn’t it all about that alluring energy that half-hides what you want to say but is still shy?

There is no technical content at all, not even as good as Xi Lingxin's sword dance.

As for my own ballet...

Mo Qingya raised her head like a proud little peacock.

Ballet is the most elegant dance in the world, unmatched by other forms of dance.

The Swan Lake scene she danced is even more a classic among classics.

She has danced this dance hundreds of times, and even her teacher said it was so beautiful that it was impossible to find any flaws.

She didn't believe that she would not be able to win against Xi Lingxin and Ye Wan.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that there was no suspense about the outcome. Mo Qingya lowered her head and glanced down, the smile on her eyes and eyebrows could not be stopped from overflowing.

The poll shows that 29 people have voted.

She is ranked first with 14 votes.

Xi Lingxin was second with 11 votes.

Seeing Ye Wan's pitiful 4 votes, Mo Qingya couldn't help but curl her lower lip.

Deducting the vote she cast for herself, the other three votes were probably cast by those who had a good relationship with her or were in her class among the more than 20 people in Diying who couldn't save their face, right?

I hope the people in Diying can be more angry and don’t let Ye Wan lose too miserably!

Mo Qingya raised her eyes and looked at Ye Wan.

I saw several girls surrounding Ye Wan, chattering.

He was also asking how long Ye Wan had been learning Indian dance, and where he rented the dancer's uniform that Ye Wan was wearing, and how he could achieve Ye Wan's bright and charming eyes.

At a glance, two of the girls were from the Imperial Dance Academy.

Mo Qingya rolled her eyes in her heart, but with a gentle look on her face she said, "While the results haven't come out yet, let's discuss where to go for dinner tonight."

"Let's go to the snack street at the Academy of Performing Arts. I heard that there is a barbecue restaurant on that street. The kebabs are very delicious. In the summer, the entrance is so full that you can't even wait in line even if you get there late."

"Look at how promising you are! It's rare for a goddess to invite us to dinner, so we can't eat something fancy! When can't we eat such down-to-earth food as hot pot and kebabs?"

"It's just that, if you don't eat two or three Michelin stars, you can't justify it, right?"

"Don't give up two or three stars, just start with five Michelin stars!"

"Yes, yes, five Michelin stars!"

For those who study art, most of their families are not short of money.

In just a few words, the standard of that evening meal was set to five Michelin stars.

It was exactly what he wanted, and Mo Qingya couldn't help feeling proud.

He raised his eyebrows high and looked at Ye Wan with a smile on his face.

When the surrounding area became quiet, everyone was looking at her sympathetically.

With her heart pounding, Mo Qingya grabbed her phone.

(End of chapter)


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