Backstage, the first male performer got ready.
He was holding his violin, his palms full of sweat.
The first and last performers always suffered no matter the competition.
The first performer didn't have a previous performer as a benchmark, so the score was on either end, but it was mostly high.
About twenty competitors were in the exhibition competition, and several knew each other.
They either met at various competitions or conversed before the start of this competition, so were mostly familiar with each other. Among them, only Qin Ran stood out like a sore thumb.
The twenty-something participants of the exhibition competition were sure that they had never seen her before. After all, they would definitely remember such a good-looking person.
"Are you here for the exhibition competition too, Number 17?" someone asked sweetly.
Qin Ran looked up.