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Shen Huan grabbed Qin Yaozhi's hand nervously. "Ahhh, Yaozhi, I'm so nervous. We will definitely win, right?"

Qin Yaozhi nodded vigorously. "Believe in Sister Mang!"

"Students, listen to me." Xi Yan clapped her hands and looked at the students in front of her. "We have practiced so much for the dance. Relax and do your best. Take it as though you are going up there to have fun."

Gu Mang raised her pretty eyebrows.

Something as trivial as this was indeed like playing around for her.

"We got it, teacher," the group responded. The light in their eyes was moving.

Xi Yan led the group to the place where they would enter from. Gu Mang followed behind the group. Gu Yin was very close to her and she pursed her lips slightly. She seemed like she was thinking about something and looked anxious.

Gu Mang glanced at her and in a deep, raspy voice, she said lightly, "You'd better stay calm and play the piano properly. Don't make me angry."

Gu Yin clenched her fist, looked up at Gu Mang, and smiled softly. "Sis, why do you always think of me that way? Of course I'll play the piano properly. After all, I'm also a part of the team."

Gu Mang smirked ambiguously. Her eyes were pretty and dark like a deep lake, and she walked nonchalantly.

Gu Yin felt for the blade in her pocket. Had Gu Mang seen it? She wanted to cut her fingers so that she couldn't play the piano anymore. She wanted to see how Gu Mang would find a pianist when they were just about to perform. If she did that, they would not be able to continue with the performance that Ming City High School had placed such high hopes on, making Gu Mang look bad.

Had she been exposed? Gu Yin bit her lip slightly. She was reluctant to let Gu Mang take the limelight.

Ten minutes later.

Ming Na's charismatic voice was heard. "Up next is the dance performance from Year Three Class One and Year Three Class Twenty. I heard that the student who choreographed the dances became a famous choreographer for the celebrity singer, Sheng Ting, at the age of fourteen…"

The stage suddenly turned dark. There was only faint light coming from the audiences' seats. The stage lights turned on again.

Seven girls, including Gu Mang, were at the center of the stage, dressed in black, posing in a cool fashion. Gu Mang looked down away from the camera. The seven girls posing looked like a living painting. The group bowed to the audience. The music started playing.

Gu Mang's dance was like a visual feast for all. It was wild but not uncouth, free and passionate. It allowed the students to show their energy through dance. The movements were clean and fluid, and the forcefulness was on point. They had a strong sense of rhythm. The dance was brilliantly expressed through each movement.

It was ineffable.

Lu Chengzhou sat in the corner of the first row, his arms resting on the arm rests. His eyes were dark as he stared fixedly at Gu Mang on the stage. So lovely, pure, and uninhibited.

With countless eyes staring at the seven girls on the stage unblinkingly, Gu Mang rose above all the others.

Five minutes later, the tempo slowed and finally the music stopped. The crowd was brought back to reality. Still staring at the stage, they wanted more.

They realized why Gu Mang was known as the top choreographer in the entertainment industry and how Sheng Ting had become popular all over the country. Watching Gu Mang dance was an absolute pleasure.

Gu Mang and other dancers bowed politely to the audience. The stage lights went out again. Their shadowy figures left the stage. Some others came onto the stage to prepare for the upcoming fashion show. Within a few minutes, the lights turned on again.

Gu Mang went from the backstage to Lu Chengzhou's seat. The seat beside him was empty, having been reserved just for her.

When Gu Mangl came over, Lu Chengzhou passed her a bottle of mineral water. "Drink up."

"Thanks," Gu Mang said softly. When she tried to open the bottle she realized that it had already been opened.

She raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly, the crowd gasped. The reporters scrambled to lift their cameras to take picture after picture.