Ariana responded calmly, “This practice room belongs to my group. You should vacate it immediately.”

“It belongs to you?” Carl scoffed and sneered, “It was yours. Now it’s ours. Is there an issue with us using it?”

Ariana stood her ground and retorted, “The production team has designated practice rooms for each team. We shouldn’t share or lend them out.”

Carl sneered, “Do these doomed teams still bother practicing for the next round? What’s the point guys?”

He glanced at his buddies behind him, and they nodded in agreement.

“Who is saying such nasty words this early in the morning?” A strong voice came from outside the door, and Ariana turned to find an irate Tom bursting through the door.

Woodrow outside, Tom’s temper flared when he heard Carl’s remark, prompting him

and continued to taunt, “You couldn’t humiliate yourself enough on stage yesterday, now you’re

again?” Tom

fight? Bring it on! I’ll show you what

snapped and threw a punch. People from both sides

rushed to break up the fight, but

sharp corner of the sound system,

fighters were shaken. Tom pushed Carl aside, picked up the bleeding Ariana, and rushed her to the hospital in

the commotion and peeked out to check what was going on. They saw Tom rushing out, carrying

made a video of

ward, a row of young men with

Her forehead was wrapped in bandages, to prevent further blood loss. Her pale lips made her appear even more fragile

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