"Mommy, is it my turn to go on stage?" Song Dabai tugged at his mommy's hem and asked curiously.
The little guy had a sticker with a sequence number on him, which had the number 19 on it, so he knew he was the nineteenth contestant.
"Yes, it is."
Song Yinyin nodded and squatted down in front of her son.
"Dabai, are you nervous? Do you want mommy to teach you how to relax? Oh, how about mommy tells you a joke to help you loosen up a bit?"
She was more nervous than her son, with a slight sweat in her palms.
Even Song Dabai noticed, covering his mouth and giggling, "Mommy, I'm not nervous, I think you're the one who's nervous, hehe."
"..."
Indeed, Song Yinyin felt a bit embarrassed.
Her heart was beating like a drum, afraid that something might go wrong later.
In contrast, Lu Jihan was much calmer.
