The sudden announcement of the Marisol Cup finals being livestreamed sent shockwaves through the internet.
"A live broadcast? No one can cheat then. We'll see who really has the skills."
"Can't wait to watch this fraud embarrass herself."
"If she didn't have connections, there's no way they'd change the rules for her."
"She should just withdraw instead of dragging this out. Withdraw. Withdraw."
Despite the relentless efforts of bots and paid comments trying to fuel the outrage, many netizens had started to calm down. Now, instead of blindly attacking Sierra, people were waiting for the live performance to form their judgments.
Meanwhile, when Felicia saw the news online, her hand slammed down on the piano keys.
Students passing by the practice room flinched at the sound.
"What was that?"
Someone peeked inside. "Oh, it's Felicia. She looks... upset?"
Hearing their whispers, Felicia quickly composed herself. She smoothed her expression and turned toward the door with a gentle smile, waving at the onlookers.
"Wow, Felicia is so elegant," one girl whispered, returning the wave with admiration.
Once the students were gone, Felicia's pleasant smile vanished instantly.
She immediately instructed the bots to continue pressuring Sierra to withdraw from the competition.
The online community, satisfied with the Marisol Cup's official stance and solution, had calmed down. As a result, even the comments suggesting Sierra should withdraw from the competition were now being approached with a more rational attitude.
"Hold on. If the finals are being live-streamed, then we'll see for ourselves whether she's good or not. What's the rush?"
"Something feels weird. Sierra isn't even famous—so why does she suddenly have so many haters?"
…
By 9:00 am, the two of them arrived at the competition venue. They entered the backstage through the contestant's tunnel and encountered other participants along the way. Everyone had heard about the news, and some people were secretly sizing her up.
Sierra tried her best to ignore her growing nerves and found an empty seat to sit down.
Noticing her discomfort, Madison immediately grabbed her hand, offering comfort. "Don't be nervous. You've got this."
"Heh, someone who's only here because of connections doesn't need to be nervous." Janice walked over from behind, looking down on her with disdain.
Madison frowned and snapped impatiently, "Why are you everywhere? If you can't speak nicely, just shut up and scram."
"You…" Janice glared at her, seething, "Tch, you're merely talking big. This competition is different from the others. If she dares to fake it during the live broadcast, after all that bragging, I hope she doesn't end up with a bottom-tier score."
"Sellout," she muttered under her breath.
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