As for the original host who was surprised by the receiving-gratefully A, Jackie Qualls gave a light two-worded remark, "Keep going."

Anyone with a bit of emotional intelligence could hear the mockery in these two words and Jackie’s reluctance on his face, but the original host who had just experienced a dimensionality reduction assault from Tiffany Lynch took this as her lifesaver.

She was crying with gratitude, tears streaming on the spot.

From this time on, people online began to discuss whether the original host had a background, after all, Best Actor Qualls’ expression was indescribable when he rated her.

The netizens even started a catchphrase, "Best Actor Qualls, if you were kidnapped, blink your eyes".

The original host who was cut off from the Internet was still immersed in the gentle trap set by Jackie, stepping into it, and then being doomed.

Hannah stepped out of the plot and took the last bite of the apple in her hand, then she threw the core lightly and a perfect parabola fell into the trash bin outside the door.

Thump--

The dull sound interrupted Tiffany Lynch’s performance.

She stopped her hands, turned her head and saw Hannah, who was watching her with interest, leaning on the window sill.

First, she was startled, then quickly returned with a smile, "So it’s Hannah."

From "Miss," to "Miss Winter," then to "Hannah," Tiffany Lynch didn’t seem to feel anything wrong and spoke with familiarity. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She walked over, stood beside the window, just a window sill’s distance from Hannah, her violin-holding hand hung slightly, her long dress highlighted her simple but elegant demeanor.

In that previous performance, Tiffany Lynch indeed brought out the best of her beauty.

Hannah held her head with both hands and looked sidelong at the violin in Tiffany Lynch’s hand.

Very new, probably bought just for the show.

Tiffany Lynch saw Hannah looking over, raised her hand and placed her violin on the windowsill, gently brushed her fingers over the strings, smiled lightly, "This is the violin I’ve been practicing with since I was a kid. I’ve had it with me for a long time."

She spoke with a reminiscing tone, lowered her head, her eyes filled with cherishment.

Hannah raised her eyebrows slightly.

Not a bad act.

She glanced sideways and saw the camera indeed turn towards them.

Hannah diverted her gaze and found Tiffany Lynch looking at her, asking, "Hannah, what are you planning to perform on your debut? Is it the violin too?"

Before she came, she had already inquired that this rating performance would be a competition system, meaning that there would be two groups or two individuals performing the same song or the same type of performance.

Her thoughts naturally turned to Hannah, believing in her heart that she could surely win.

After all, she knew Hannah Winter’s background was not good. Where would she have the chance to hire someone to teach her violin? She just wanted to perform to attract attention.

As she thought, her eyes were filled with mockery, while her face still maintained a calm and elegant demeanor.

Hannah’s eyebrows curved, and she reached out to touch Tiffany Lynch’s violin. Seeing her defensive look, she drew back her hand and spoke with a subtle smile in her tone, "Western music——does not suit me."

Having said that, she turned and left right away.

Only Tiffany Lynch was still immersed in that somewhat vague sentence Hannah just said.

It doesn’t suit her?

What does that mean?

Does Hannah Winter have a trick up her sleeve?

With these thoughts, Tiffany Lynch clenched the violin in her hand, her fingertips pressed hard on the strings. She felt pain, and instinctively let go.

With a "bang", the violin slammed heavily on the ground.