In the audience space, the students' bubbling chatters filled the whole place. “Singing. I don't think I have the voice nor talent for that.” “Why a singing contest? I was so hoping for a combat match. This is so saddening.” “What's saddening about it? I've already foreseen this occurrence. Do you think it's that easy to receive a pointer from sir Vashti and the other teachers? Well, I'm not as disappointed like you guys are. I'm just hoping that I won't have to make a visit to the otolaryngologist clinic after the end of this contest.” Many people were disappointed to hear that the first activity was a singing competition. Nonetheless, there were still some who were quite hopeful that the next one would be their choice of match. “The probability of us getting picked is probably zero, so there's no need for us to worry. But it's still a pity that it's not what I was hoping for.” Urea sighed loudly from her seat. “Yes. But the probability of you getting picked is definitely a hundred. Ha-ha-ha.” Sanchez burst into laughter. “You!” Urea was once again provoked by the latter. She gnashed her teeth together as she tried to control herself from getting angry. This guy always gets on my nerves. I really want to plummet that stinky mouth of his. “Well, at least I have a high probability of getting chosen while you have none. Get lost, loser.” “You…” Now, it was Sanchez's turn to be fuming. [Do people still use the bullying trope to hide their feelings these days.] Sylvia became alert the moment she heard the low murmur inside her head. 'Susu. Are you there? I'm so sorry for making you cry.' She began to apologize but didn't receive any response from him. It looks like the sad system has gone offline again. However, Sylvia could tell from his voice that he was no longer moody.That was great. But what does he mean by the bullying trope? Does Sanchez like Urea, or it's the other way around? Sylvia stared at the two people who were arguing between themselves and couldn't find any tinge of affection in any of their eyes. Or could it be that Susu was wrong? … On the tall platform above the stage, Vashti was already seated with the other judges. He took the mic, his voice ringing across the stadium. “The 50 random participants will now be selected. Please head to the backstage once your name appears on the screen.” Under everyone's eyes, the huge virtual screen began to distort, before taking on the shape of several characters. 'Feathegan Academy: Avi Yessenia' Seeing her name appear on the screen, Yessenia covered her face, feeling sad about her ill luck. The virtual screen became distorted again, forming another long character. Even though the probability of getting picked might be low, there was still a big chance that one might get picked. Hence, everyone's face was filled with nervousness as they stared at the virtual screen. Singing is a skill that requires a good vocal. A person without a good vocal would only become a laughingstock in front of the crowd if he or she were to perform on the stage. No one wants to be put in that kind of position. So many relieved sighs were heard every time a name was revealed. Sylvia also glanced at the virtual words in the air while petting the small fox that was lying on her lap. But suddenly, an unexpected shock caused her to accidentally yank out several strands of the fox's fur. “Eeek.” Lis shrieked as it jumped away from Sylvia's lap. It hurriedly looked behind its tail and saw that a part of its tail had already become bald. “Eek?” It turned its head at Sylvia in grief, asking why she had hurt him. But the person in question doesn't seem to realize its inquisitive gaze. Sylvia's expression was that of disbelief. Even the others seated next to her couldn't help but turn to take a look at her. Seems like her luck in getting chosen for almost everything is somewhat higher. Just like the wormhole probability that happened back then. Maybe she could win a lottery card if she went for it. “Sylvia, you…” Urea was equally shocked when she saw the virtual letters in the sky. 'Hermes Academy: Sylvia Austen.' There was no one bearing the same name in Hermes Academy apart from Sylvia. “Hmm.” Sylvia retracted her shocking look. “Congratulations, Sylvia. I didn't expect you to get chosen. I hope to witness a wonderful performance from you.” Genevieve had already turned around, displaying a smile on her face. But one could see that her expression bore that of one wanting to watch a show. “Yo--” Urea was about to fire at her when Sylvia tapped her to stop her. “Help me look after Asher and Lis. I'll be back soon.” It was then that Sylvia noticed the white tufts of hair on her palm. Guessing the owner of the hair, she looked downward, her gaze meeting the grievous look of the little fox. “I'm so sorry, Lis. I'll apply some healing ointment and hair-regrowing cream on your bald spot once we get home.” “Eek.” In a low whimpering, Lis sat down on the ground, tucking its tail behind its butt. 'Okay, I forgive you poop scooper. But I can't let that damn wolf see my bald tail or else it's going to make fun of me and that would be my entire dark history.' Seeing the problem solved, Sylvia turned to look at Asher, assuring him that she would be back soon before standing up to leave. Genevieve stared at Sylvia's departing back, not bothering to conceal the smirk on her face. 'Heh, I want to see how you're going to embarrass yourself in front of the whole crowd. I can't wait to watch the show unfold.'