Wang Xiangxiang stepped down from the stage, and Xiaoxiao was incredibly excited. Her performance was so cool and amazing, it was simply beyond comparison.
"Sis, you’ve definitely won this time." Xiaoxiao even gave a thumbs up, admiring groundlessly. She was just too awesome; anyway, Xiaoxiao couldn’t do it, she was pretty bad at it.
Although Wang Xiangxiang was very satisfied with her performance, her heart was still fluttering with unease. After all, there’s always someone better out there, and she knew she couldn’t take her opponents lightly, especially since Wen Nuan was not an easy one to deal with.
A few of them were also very anxious, waiting for the results of the second round.
It wasn’t long before the host of the competition stepped onto the stage, holding a painting in his hand, which must be the victorious one, "Sis, it’s coming, it’s coming."
Feeling Xiaoxiao’s grip on her hand getting tighter, Wang Xiangxiang actually comforted her, "Mm, don’t be nervous."
The person on stage then said, "The winner of the second round is... number eight."
Hearing number eight, Xiaoxiao got so excited, continuing to hold Wang Xiangxiang’s hand, "Sis, number eight, number eight, that’s you."
"Yes, we won." Wang Xiangxiang felt like she wasn’t the one competing; it was as if Xiaoxiao was in the competition, which made her even more excited than her.
Chu Lian and Yang Ming were also very happy to hear that Wang Xiangxiang won; the lively atmosphere made it obvious that they were number eight.
Wen Nuan was a bit stunned by the result. She had actually lost in painting, and looking over at Wang Xiangxiang’s side, their excitement made her realize that she was indeed number eight. She was a bit unwilling to accept it, but seeing the host show her painting, she admitted her defeat willingly.
The painting depicted a leaping fish, its form as it left the water surface. Indeed, the painting was lifelike, much better than the one she did of a fish swimming underwater. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly in a smile, knowing that a tough battle lay ahead.
That one painting garnered the admiration of everyone present; no one had expected her to produce such a fine work in such a short time.
Han Yongsheng looked over at Wang Xiangxiang and her group’s location; seeing their excited demeanor, he knew without a doubt that they had won. His mood was exceptionally good.
"Young master, do you think Miss Wang will win the upcoming match?"
"I do hope she wins," Han Yongsheng replied with a curved lip.
"..." Ada was a bit worried. Was the young master serious? Did he understand what it would mean if she won?
After displaying the painting, the host announced, "The competition this morning has concluded. The remaining two matches will take place this afternoon. Everyone is now free to move about and rest."
Upon hearing that they could move about and rest, everyone dispersed. During the lunch period, everyone went to eat their meals separately, recharging for the upcoming competition.
As long as one wins the upcoming match, they can enter the final round, so it didn’t matter if Wang Xiangxiang lost the following match because winning this one had already secured her place in the finals.
"Sis, let’s eat first, then do well in the competition this afternoon."
Since she had won one match, Wang Xiangxiang also relaxed a bit, knowing at least there was still a chance. "Where’s Acheng?"
Acheng was carrying the food they brought; it should have arrived by now, and indeed, Acheng had arrived early and had been waiting for a while. Seeing Wang Xiangxiang looking around, he knew she was looking for him and hefted his burden to join them.
The group quickly finished their lunch, and Xiaoxiao decided they should take this time to have a good look around the famous Marriage Fate Temple.