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The first to freeze was Song Nanwan, who saw that figure in the backstage dressing room. She looked up abruptly, "Song Beiyou? Did I hear that right?"

So that person was really her?

Contestant number 9, Cheng Pengpeng, was sitting right next to her. Upon seeing this, she exclaimed, "Have you seen a ghost?"

Song Nanwan didn't want to talk to her, her eyes fixed on the stage.

Cheng Pengpeng pouted, "This person has a bit of a green tea vibe."

Not only did Song Nanwan react, but the Qin and Song families in the audience also reacted strongly.

Su Jingxian was the first to speak, "Song Beiyou, is that our Beiyou?"

Song Jinru found it amusing. "Sister-in-law, aren't you overthinking this?"

She thought it was impossible for someone who lived in Qingshuihe to be dancing; they were just people with the same name.

Duan Yuan also thinks so.

At this moment, Qin Shuhao felt a sense of unease.

On the live streaming platform, people heard the name "Song Beiyou" and started asking questions.

Is this Song Beiyou from the Imperial University a while ago?

She severed ties with the Song family; is she Song Nanwan's older sister?

"Impossible, right? If it's her, then this person is incredibly awesome."

Not only is she good at academics, but she can also dance.

Absolutely impossible; no one can be that omnipotent.

If it really is that Song Beiyou, I'll livestream myself streaking.

......

Amid the murmurs, music began to play on the stage.

Apart from Gu Ling, who suddenly became excited on the judges' panel, everyone else remained quiet.

The music grew louder and louder, and no one could be seen, only the clatter of horses' hooves could be heard.

But those few clattering hooves, along with the faint sounds of horns and drums behind them, instantly transported everyone to a battlefield strewn with corpses.

It also made everyone's hearts clench.

Just then, at the moment when everyone's mood was inexplicably low, a figure in a white dress descended from the sky.

The moment she landed on the stage, she landed steadily in a perfect split.

This move, though seemingly a dance, is actually a martial art; it cannot be performed by ordinary people without profound skill.

Everyone exclaimed in amazement, "Wow!"

Meanwhile, everyone craned their necks to see who this Song Beiyou really was.

However, she was looking down, so all that could be seen was her extremely beautiful waist-length black hair and a perfect figure that was the envy of many.

Suddenly.

With a spiral leg movement, she lightly bounced up from her splits landing position.

Then, accompanied by this mournful background music, they spun around in place.

With such force, the white skirt billowed wildly.

Only professionals know how amazing Song Beiyou is at this spin.

Mao Lin, sitting on the judging panel, was just like that; she could see it and stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Gu Ling looked at her and suddenly said, "So, how does my little sister compare to your apprentice?"

Mao Lin suddenly looked at her, "Your people?"

Gu Ling said smugly, "My little one!"

Mao Lin clenched her fists and continued to stare at the stage.

Finally, Song Beiyou stopped spinning on the stage after a full 99 turns, and appeared before everyone with his arms outstretched like a free-flying eagle.

At this moment, everyone saw her true colors.

"Wow~"

It was a captivating face, an impeccable countenance.

Her facial expressions were also exceptionally well-controlled, perfectly matching the music, conveying both a poignant beauty and a fierce, indomitable spirit.

At a glance, everyone understood the theme of the dance she was performing.

It was a time of national ruin, family destruction, and widespread war.

The helplessness of a frail woman facing this situation.

Anyone who sees it can't help but feel sorry for the characters; it's incredibly relatable.

Of course, the Qin and Song families couldn't comprehend this; they were too shocked to even react, their faces looking worse than if they had eaten excrement.

No one paid attention to them anymore; everyone's eyes were focused on the stage, afraid of missing anything.

On stage, Song Beiyou continued.

Under everyone's gaze, all the sorrow on her face vanished, replaced by determination and courage.

Then I saw her bend her long, slender arms and quickly roll up her waist-length hair into a bun.

At that very moment, a long sword gleaming with light suddenly appeared.

Song Beiyou leaped into the air and gripped his longsword tightly.

Everyone gasped, wondering if she was about to perform a sword dance.

It really is.

The next second, Song Beiyou landed with a sharp and fierce aura, wielding his sword on the stage and swinging it wildly to the rhythm of the music.

Those movements, those eyes, were awe-inspiring and powerful.

The sword in her hand transformed into a silver serpent, as if it were about to break through numerous dangers.

Everyone understood again: Song Beiyou had transformed into a female general and was heading to the battlefield to protect her country.

The scene was incredible; the atmosphere was terrifyingly solemn and heavy, making it even more immersive than before.

Some people got goosebumps, while others had tears welling up in their eyes.

The live stream chat was filled with "Wow!"

"Perfectly exemplifies the concept of combining strength and gentleness!"

"A single person and a dance can actually tell a complete story."

......

On the judges' panel, Mao Lin clenched her fists tightly. She knew all too well the technical skill involved in this dance, and Song Nanwan was completely outmatched.

She herself might not even be as good as Song Beiyou.

Almost everyone was watching with their breath held.

However, great performances are always short-lived.

As the music drew to a close, Song Beiyou wielded his longsword, displaying a series of sword flourishes before pointing the tip at the audience, a graceful and perfect ending.

After a moment of lingering silence, the crowd rose and erupted in thunderous applause.

What no one noticed was that the tip of the sword was pointing directly at Song Nanwan's location.

Despite Cheng Pengpeng beside her constantly cheering, "Idol, idol, my idol..."

"Waaaaah, I want to have your monkey idol's baby!"

Song Nanwan was so frightened that she dared not get up, her whole body trembling.

On stage, Song Beiyou's performance was undoubtedly the grand finale.

The judges gave their scores one after another. Gu Ling received a perfect score of 10, as did Zhao Tianming and Zhou Zhou. Mao Lin, under pressure, had no choice but to give a perfect score.

Finally, the host announced that Song Beiyou was the champion of the competition, and congratulated her on officially obtaining her work permit to the China Dance Troupe.

Well deserved, and the moment the result was announced, the entire internet erupted in celebration.

The name Song Beiyou will begin a new chapter starting today.

The Qin and Song families present were in a terrible state; to reiterate, their faces were even more ashen than if they had eaten shit.