"Just kidding~"
Bai Xi lowered her voice, dragging a long tone.
Then she raised her head and walked forward, laughing lightly as she passed by Lin Tian's ear,
"But the sentence before that wasn't—"
"I'll be waiting for you at the Dragon Violin Cup."
Having said that,
Bai Xi left.
Only a pungent scent of perfume lingered in the air.
"...."
She really is always so utterly confident, no matter the occasion.
Lin Tian couldn't tell whether Bai Xi's blessings were sincere or feigned.
Already a champion of the Star Cup, Bai Xi would likely be invited to the Dragon Violin Cup regardless of whether she wins this final or not.
That's why she could exhibit such composure at this moment.
But as a cellist, it's impossible to say she wouldn't care about the Yingqin Cup...
Lin Tian somewhat eagerly wanted to see her lose her composure if she lost the match.
Only by winning would one know whether her earlier words were genuine.
Anyway,
Get on stage!
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