Qiao Yun was not participating in a major competition for the first time, but she had always done so anonymously. This was her first time competing in public under her own name.
She found the experience quite pleasant and considered not refusing when such competitions arose in the future.
Following Qiao Yun's group, it was Future Alliance's turn.
When Darren went on stage, the applause was not as enthusiastic as when Qiao Yun had appeared, which made his expression instantly turn ugly, with not a hint of a smile on his face.
Especially after Jiang Jing came out, a few hissing noises could subtly be heard from below, leaving her completely stiffened, standing dumbly on the stage, her lips tightly pursed, and her mentality almost collapsing like a flood.
Impatience flickered in Darren's eyes, but he still spoke to comfort her: "Jing, don't worry, just leave this round to me. You just need to assist me."
Jiang Jing's voice was hoarse as she said, "I will cooperate with you well."
