"As for those contestants who did not make it into the top one hundred, please return to your rooms to pack up and leave here as soon as possible."
Ye Lin added one last sentence.
At night.
Only the round mask and the triangular mask met privately. After two rounds of elimination, only the two of them remained in their small group.
"What about the square one?"
The two asked in unison.
"It seems he was eliminated."
Neither of them wanted to reveal their identity, both wore black robes and masks, not even showing their ankles.
Afraid that others might recognize them through their ankles.
"There's nothing we can do."
"Ye Bai suddenly rising, it's too abnormal."
"The score gap between the first and second place is too wide."
"If we do nothing in the third round, it will be very difficult for us to win the Young Qilin Cup."
"So in the third round, we need to team up to target Ye Bai, not giving him a chance to top the charts."
