"Can I say something?"
To everyone's surprise, the tearful Meng Meixuan asked to speak.
Long Zitao's earpiece immediately transmitted Yang Xiaoyue's voice: "Let her speak."
"Of course." Long Zitao gave a gentle smile.
"They have worked so hard and are truly amazing. Some of them aren't actually suited for this style, but they still practiced relentlessly. So please give us a like, thank you everyone, thank you so much." At this moment, Meng Meixuan was overwhelmed with emotion, her voice shaking as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Her group instantly felt awkward. Meng Meixuan's words were meant to rally votes for the group, but no matter how they listened, they couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.
"Some of us aren't suited for this kind of dance style—doesn't that basically mean some of us performed poorly?"
