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Chapter 1052 - An Ordinary Little Prodigy
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Chapter 1052: An Ordinary Little Prodigy

Translator: Yunyi

The camera was focused on the baby-faced girl. She turned her head from time to time. After hesitating for a long time, she couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, “Um… Hello, are you Director Song?”

Song Yaoyao turned her head and pretended to be confused. “Ah… you think I look like her too, right?”

The baby-faced girl was at a loss. “You’re not her?”

Song Yaoyao blinked her eyes. Her expression was clever and cunning. The audience seemed to have seen the fox tail behind her.

She whispered in a voice that was even smaller than the girl’s, “Although many people say that I look like Song Yaoyao, I think I look better than her. What do you think?”

“Uh… this…”

The audience burst into laughter. Director Song was too good at messing with people!

“Hahahahaha, you’re so cheeky, Yaoyao!”

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“If that’s not her, I’ll eat watermelon while standing on my head.”

“Have some shame. You just want to eat watermelons, you’re nothing.”

“Hahaha, I’m bursting with laughter. I’m about to cry. Yaoyao, touch your conscience. Does it hurt? That question is like a death sentence!”

Fortunately, before the baby-faced girl could reply, Luo Xingguang spoke.

Everyone saw that she heaved a sigh of relief.

Luo Xingguang: “Student Song Yaoyao, come.”

Song Yaoyao walked off the stage calmly.

The baby-faced girl finally reacted after being teased by her and sat on the spot in a daze.

So…

Was that Director Song or not?

If not, then why did Teacher Luo call her Song Yaoyao?

“Hahahaha, she’s so cute and dopey!”

“How weak! From the looks of it, Yaoyao, you’re amazing!”

“There are actually so many people praising her? Didn’t she always say that she didn’t want to debut as an artiste? She even made herself out to be the purest and most unique person. Isn’t this a slap in the face?”

“All the haters can crawl for me. Even if Yaoyao decides to debut, us fans will make sure she debuts in the center position! Who do you think you are? When did she say in public that she would never become an artiste in this lifetime? You pulled those words out of nowhere. Since you’re so awesome, why don’t you pull something useful out of your *ss!”

“What beautiful language…”

“I don’t know how many people remember the song that Yaoyao sang and adapted herself. I’m already looking forward to her performance.”

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Although there were discordant voices in the bullet comments, most of them were from good intentions.

The interaction between the mentors also made the audience laugh their heads off.

Originally, Song Yaoyao was meant to perform. In the end, the other three mentors spoke up, Song Yaoyao sat down, and the person performing turned out to be Luo Xingguang.

The entire venue was dark. There was no gaudy lighting effect. Only a clean beam of light was chasing after the figure dancing in front of the mentors’ seats. The latest_epi_sodes are on_the ɴovel(F)ɪre - novelenglish.net . bin

At this moment, the girls in front of their screens were the same as the girls in the room. Other than screaming, they couldn’t say anything else.

The bullet comments were filled with “Ahhhhh”.

“We are like groundhogs right now.”

“Xingguang is so handsome!”

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

“My mother woke up because I shouted too loudly in the middle of the night. She rushed in and wanted to hit me. I said, “Mom, can you wait until I finish watching Xingguang dance before you do anything?””

“Huhuhu! Thank you, Director Song! I love Director Song for life!”

“Luo Xingguang, the little prodigy of ordinary dancing. There will be no loss to invest in him!”

After the dance ended, Luo Xingguang brushed back the sweat-covered hair on his forehead and laughed softly while panting. He placed his hands on the mentors’ table and lowered his eyes, “Teacher, how was my dance?”