The grand auditorium of the Academy was brightly decorated.
The majestic music interpreted a beautiful movement, as the dance troupe performed "Eastern Hope," a piece they choreographed independently.
Likewise, it's also a piece that showcased the spirit of the trainees. The response to this music was very positive; it had just begun, yet thunderous applause had already erupted.
In the third row of the audience, Gu Tong leaned back in the red chair, yawning repeatedly. Her eyelids began to droop. She lacked an artistic cell and couldn't appreciate this kind of elegant art. Watching it for a long time would lead to aesthetic fatigue.
"Is this the good show you were talking about?"
Cheng Bing sat beside her, her simple and neat ponytail replaced the white coat. She was dressed in casual wear, giving off a clean and crisp vibe.
