Gradually, the night sky was covered with a layer of dark clouds. The sports field at West State University, the night grew even deeper.
The students were divided into classes, still rehearsing for the show, or practicing chorus, or choreographing dances, or arranging sketches. The entire sports field was filled with relaxation after military training, joy, and laughter.
Bai Mo sat in a chair, listening to his classmates discussing dance.
Class president Wan Bocheng discovered a flaw.
"I think there's a problem with the scene just now!"
"Think about it, we're on stage, the audience is below, looking up at us.
"We raised Bai Mo so high, wouldn't the audience be unable to see Bai Mo's face, only his nostrils?"
A group of classmates fell silent.
It turned out to be a problem!
Vice president Lan Fangfang frowned.
"The variety show will start at eight o'clock, there's no time to change it now!"
