Lin Tian's gaze followed those who had just given him the thumbs-down.
He saw them return to their seats. Sure enough, that guy Wang Sicong was sitting there too.
At this moment, Wang Sicong was holding a cup of iced cola, sipping it with a silly grin.
He hadn't been watching the people on stage dancing at all but was observing Lin Tian's and Zhou Mi's expressions.
Just as he expected, Lin Tian and the others were furious, their faces filled with gloom. They looked like they were constipated.
Seeing his enemies unhappy was Wang Sicong's greatest joy.
He really wanted to know how others would ridicule Lin Tian and his group once they got on stage and performed the same dance as his group.
"A street dance club, huh? Dancing the same as others, no creativity at all. Garbage!" Wang Sicong had already planned how to mock them.
Wang Sicong was very confident that his group's performance was flawless. Even if Zhou Mi's group took the stage, it wouldn't be as good as theirs.
