Lin Zhengran briefly glanced at the chat history, closed his phone, and started thinking. Jiang Xueli, however, was nowhere near as composed.
She sat there in a panic, her eyes glazed over. When she snapped out of it, she grabbed his arm and started shaking it relentlessly.
"It's such a huge competition! What am I going to do, Zhengran?! Is it even possible for me to win now?!"
Seeing her freak out, Lin Zhengran said, "What's there to panic about? This competition might be bigger than we imagined, but your musical talent is already at a very high level. Besides, I've been teaching you for so long. I don't think many other newcomers could beat you, even if they have teams behind them."
"Really? Do you really think so?!" Still agitated, she kept shaking Lin Zhengran's arm with her eyes squeezed shut.
