The soft exclamation from the dressing room came from contestant No. 11, who was about to go on stage.
Only two jackets were left on the rack, both black: one with a zipper, one with buttons. Once you put them on, you could barely tell the difference.
But right now, the zipper jacket had a hole at the chest, exposing the khaki lining inside.
No. 11 picked the intact one without a moment's hesitation.
Even though she wasn't the one who'd ruined it, she still felt a bit guilty; No. 11 practically fled, throwing the jacket on and rushing up the steps.
Forcing herself to stay calm, she did a by-the-book walk, a standard performance. In the end, a score of 8.0—at best, a consolation prize.
Looking at the now-empty backstage area, recalling the smug little glance Tian Jiaxuan shot her as she left, and thinking of that low exclamation, Ji Xiaoxi already had it all figured out. A hint of amusement crept into her eyes.
