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.

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

pay him no mind and continued to taunt, “You couldn’t humiliate yourself enough on stage

again?” Tom

on! I’ll show you what I’m made

People from both

rushed to break up the fight, but Carl shoved her

Jim yelled as Ariana’s head collided with the sharp corner of the

pushed Carl aside, picked up the bleeding Ariana,

and peeked out to check what was going on. They saw Tom

of the

hospital ward, a row of young men with various styles stood silently with their

on the hospital bed, her face drained of color. Her forehead was wrapped in bandages, to prevent

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