"It's the result of everyone's concerted efforts," Shi Lan said.
From the selection of the list, to Tang Ze and the others going to sign people, to the subsequent training and tempering, these twenty-nine kids had all been undergoing a baptism throughout the journey.
"Alright, An Lan, go for it in a bit!" the makeup artist gave a cheering gesture.
The twenty-nine people were divided into three groups, with the numbers in each group shuffled, so the order of appearance was determined by drawing lots.
Although the little rascal was number eighteen, he was actually the fourth to go on stage in the second group.
The audience didn't hold much hope for Sister An Lan and her brother, especially after watching the performances of the trainees before them. The difficulty level had simply upgraded from easy to hell-level.
