Huo Tianhao slipped in through the back door, finding a seat in the middle of a side section. His narrow eyes swept across the room, finally stopping on the woman in the third row wearing a sky-blue shirt and a French braid.
They were two rows apart, giving him a perfect view of her profile, which looked fair and seemed to glow even in the dim light. Without her glasses, the woman was none other than that little vixen who had toyed with him at the concert!
A cold smirk played on his lips. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she eventually spotted him.
Xia Zhaoyun rested her chin on her hand, quietly watching the other performances. Everyone was dressed exquisitely, wore practiced smiles, and recited with loud voices, clear enunciation, and deep emotion.
At this point, the judges were likely scoring based on overall impression, topic selection, emotional expression, technical skill, vocal quality, and pronunciation accuracy.
