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 to

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

again?” Tom grabbed Carl’s

Bring it on! I’ll show you

and threw a punch. People from both sides immediately stepped in, and chaos

break up the fight, but

collided with the sharp corner of the sound system, causing her forehead to bleed and her to

Carl aside, picked up the bleeding Ariana, and rushed her to the hospital

contestants from different practice rooms heard the commotion and peeked out to check what was going

contestants made a video of the incident and shared it

ward, a row of young men with various styles stood

of color. Her forehead was wrapped in bandages, to prevent further blood

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