"She is worthy of being a campus goddess. Everyone was very happy to see Xu Huanhuan's performance just now." the host said playfully: "I thought which fairy came down to earth..."

"Good dance -" the students shouted.

Deafening applause broke out in the auditorium, and many students talked one after another.

"What a fairy, Ben Xian. It's the first time to see such a wonderful performance..."

"I thought I was watching an international dance competition. Xu Huanhuan's figure is really perfect. God, I envy..."

"Xu Huanhuan... Goddess... I love you..."

Even though Xu Huanhuan has led several girls out of the auditorium, there is still an upsurge in the auditorium, especially Xu Huanhuan's backup team fans, constantly shouting.

Xu Huanhuan in the backstage heard it and showed a smile on his face, with a bit of pride and self-confidence.

Looking at the reactions of the students and the judges, she has decided to be the first in this artistic performance.

"Huanhuan." Tang Miyan happily hugged Xu Huanhuan's shoulders and said with a smile: "you just danced really well. Our accompanying dance didn't make a mistake. It played better than when we practiced. The first must be ours."

"Listen, the students outside are still calling Huanhuan's name." Zhang Jieru's face is also full of a smile.

Zhang Jingyi said with her arms in her hands, "it seems that everyone is fascinated by Huanhuan. I didn't hear so many cheers in the previous program."

Xu Huan smiled and said, "there's a program behind it."

She means that if there is a better program later, they don't know if they can win the first place.

Tang Miyan looked at the other students waiting to play and said in a low voice, "cut, there are just a few programs behind. There is no comparability at all."

Zhang Jieru also said, "yes, someone has seen Ji Qingmeng's dance, which is an ordinary ancient dance. Other classes have also performed it. If there is no brilliance, you won't get a prize."

The other two girls nodded in agreement: "indeed, the ancient group dance of other classes is more beautiful and dances very well. Ji Qingmeng has no chance of winning even if he Xinghe is called to help accompany."

Xu Huanhuan was completely relieved. He couldn't hide the joy from his eyes.

Time passed slowly. After the performance of several more programs, the audience also came to the fatigue period of enjoying the programs, and even some students slipped away quietly.

The host went to the center of the stage, took the microphone and said, "the next program is Ji Qingmeng of class B, senior three. She will bring you an antique solo dance."

Hearing Ji Qingmeng's name, some sleepy students suddenly woke up.

Ji Qingmeng →_ → Xiaoba, she actually wants to dance the ancient style dance with high difficulty coefficient, or the solo dance without advantage.

There was sparse applause under the stage. Compared with Xu Huanhuan before, such applause was like a small raindrop.

After the host retreated behind the scenes, the curtain gradually opened, and the audience stared at the stage.

A tall woman in ancient clothes came out of the stage. She seemed to hold a long scroll in her hand. Because she was facing the right direction of the stage, everyone could only see her perfect and exquisite side face.

However, just the side face was amazing. Under the slightly dim light, everyone seemed to see the stunning beauty from ancient times.

On the other side of the stage, an ancient table appeared. The cold young man in snow white sat upright with his hands on an ancient Qin.