40: Chapter 40: Definitely Must Enter the Finals 5
40 -40: Definitely Must Enter the Finals 5
Her eyes instantly brightened, filled with incredulity. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel·fire·net
“However…” the man lowered his head, a captivating smile curving on his lips, and whispered in a voice meant only for her, “There is a ‘reward’ involved.”
He deliberately emphasized the word heavily.
The elation Mo Ran felt just moments ago had vanished, her complexion turned a shade paler, and pain struggled in her eyes.
“Think it over.” He patted her shoulder with a smile and walked into the hall.
Mo Ran stood outside for a long time, unsure of which direction to take.
In fact, there was no need to choose at all; she just had to walk straight ahead, turn left, walk a hundred meters and take the bus.
But a voice inside her head kept telling her that opportunities come only once, and if lost, they’re gone forever.
For her dream, did she really need to sell herself?
Her phone suddenly rang, taking a while before she took it out of her pocket.
It was Mo Yan calling, and Mo Ran answered the call unconsciously.
“Ranran, it’s about to start.
You must do your best, I believe in you.
If you become famous, I’ll get famous too, haha, I’m so excited.
Ranran, are you listening?”
Sister, I have to hang up now.” She didn’t know what to say, feeling like her throat was constricted, and it hurt to utter another word.
“Ah, right, it’s about to start, you go get ready.
Bye.” Mo Yan hung up.
Mo Ran felt a deep pain; she didn’t want to sell herself anymore.
Really didn’t want to!
If she decided not to participate, then so be it.
Having made up her mind, she took a step forward, two steps, when her phone rang again.
It was from the principal.
She took a deep breath, answered the call, and before the principal could speak, she hurriedly said, “Principal, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’ll let you down.
I’ve lost my competition entry pass, I can’t compete.
I’m really sorry, Principal!”
“Click!” She hung up, not wanting to hear any more words of expectation.
Mo Ran didn’t realize she was already crying.
She, who seldom cried, shed tears over a shattered dream.
“Miss, I believe a competition entry pass can’t define whether a person is qualified to compete.
If you truly have the talent, you don’t need the entry pass to participate,” a gentle voice spoke.
Mo Ran turned around in confusion, seeing a face with handsome and soft contours.
The man, about one meter eighty-five, was wearing a well-tailored suit and looked at her composedly.
He smiled slightly and continued, “If you don’t mind, I can speak to them on your behalf and let you join the competition.”