When Su Yuan went downstairs, she was carrying a large backpack. Her expression was relaxed and she looked very energetic. It was obvious that she had a good rest last night.
Qu Lin's head drooped like a frosted eggplant.
Su Yuan asked, "What's wrong? Pull yourself together!"
"Little Su Yuan," Qu Lin said, "I didn't even work so hard during the art exam."
Su Yuan handed her a big apple. "This is for you. Eat something sour. You'll look even smaller on camera."
Qu Lin was stunned, "Didn't you say that the interview is internal? It's not going to be broadcast?"
Su Yuan took a bite of her apple. "Yes, it won't be broadcasted. But there's a video recording. The coaches can look through it and give marks later."
"What?" Qu Lin's eyes widened. "You mean, the points we got on the spot could be overturned later?"
