At the moment the last fireworks exploded, Nian Ziyang covered his face, lying flat on the stage, looking up at the sky.
No one knew how long he had danced tonight.
Even he didn't know how many rounds he had gone up to PK.
The closest he came to victory was when he won five rounds, seemingly just one more win away from advancing.
But it was in the sixth round that he lost.
Yet, there wasn't a trace of resentment in his heart.
Only admiration for his opponent and contentment with the result.
Besides that, there was a stubbornness in his heart that refused to give up.
And that stubbornness was publicly highlighted by Ye Wan in front of the audience and judges.
Exhausted?
Exhausted to death!
He didn't even need a bed; he could find a flat spot anywhere, without even needing to lay down newspaper, and fall asleep in seconds.
Happy?
Happy to death!
During the auditions, he signed up with a playful attitude.
His parents said, why not give it a try.
