The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!?

Kaylee snorted in disgust after hearing Jacob reveal the dirty way behind the scene. If indeed the rival senior team needed a scholarship and Mr. Smith had decided to choose this rival team, Kaylee was going to leave it alone.

After all, as Jacob said, Kaylee and the four members don't need college scholarships because their parents can afford to pay for their education until the end.

But… she doesn't like it when to win tonight's election, Mr. Smith deliberately asked the senior music team to sing the song they had already chose.

Kaylee and the others didn't need scholarships, but they did need the experience to appear on stage as often as possible. In addition, Kaylee's musical mentality would be degraded if Kaylee allowed other people to oppress them and use their chosen songs as they please.

"Ah, so from the start, Mr. Smith had already made his choice. Then you don't have to worry about us, right?" Kaylee said in a cold voice and the anger she was trying to contain.

"You are our seniors. What would people say if you bullied us, first-class students, by taking our chosen song and not letting us practice? Unless you guys are actually afraid of us?" added Jacob defiantly as he folded his arms in front of his chest.

For a moment, the senior team just looked at each other as if they discussed through their eyes. They also realized their practice would be in vain as long as they didn't have a drummer among them.

"Let's go." finally, the music leader urged his team to leave the stage and let Kaylee's team start their practice.

After confirming that the senior team had gone to the dining room, Kaylee's friends stepped onto the stage with less enthusiastic steps. They felt what's the point to practice more when the final result was already determined.

Kaylee realized that her friends' spirits were starting to fade, which was very bad for their training process. Plus, Letti's expression looked distressed, as if the girl had been on the losing side and gave up before leaving for war.

"Jack, the spirit of our music team is starting to fade."

"What do you expect? We were determined to lose before we even tried." Jacob walked casually into drum position, and like the rest of his friends, he wasn't too eager to practice.

Kaylee also stood in front of the keyboard and placed her hands on the white and black keys. Her index finger lifted without applying more pressure as if she was tapping on a keyboard key without producing any sound. Her mind thought of a way to revive the spirit of her music team, but she couldn't find it.

The only way was…

Kaylee walked around the keyboard and went to the end of the stage to see the four team members.

"I know what you're thinking right now, but you know what? I don't care if Mr. Smith will choose us or not. Everyone thinks that the person who decides the team that will take part in tomorrow's talent show is the mentor teacher. But what determines the mentor's decision is the audience. That means our friends."

"How do you know?"

Of course, Kaylee knew it. She has participated in this music camp six times during her college days.

"Didn't Jacob say so?"

"I did?" Jacob asked back, pointing his finger at himself.

"Didn't you say Mr. Smith's judgment must be comparable with the audience cheer? He will not dare to change the audience's choice as long as we manage to attract the audience's attention."

"It was just random comment, so…" Jacob didn't finish his sentence when he got a warning glare from Kaylee.

Instantly Jacob felt a chill down his spine as if a ghost was targeting him and was standing behind him.

"You know what? I'll talk to Mr. Smith myself," added Kaylee continued her sentence. "You guys wait here and keep practicing as we originally planned. I'll make sure Mr. Smith gave a fair judgment. I can't believe we can't win against a cheating side."

Without waiting for her friends' response, Kaylee walked confidently off the stage to find their music tutor.

"Wow… why does he seem more and more charismatic every day?" stated Fritz with an adoring gaze at Nick.

"Now I understand why you left me for him," added Adam teasing Jacob, making Fritz chuckle.

"He is indeed more fun than being with you."

"What did you say?"

Jacob couldn't hold back his laughter because he managed to tease his best friend back, and without them knowing, their spirits returned to normal.

"Let's practice."

On the other hand, Kaylee walked into the dining room to find Mr. Smith. After going around and asking here and there, she finally saw the nose of their group mentor teacher.

The man was standing in the corner of the room and enjoying his dinner alone. Without further ado, Kaylee approached her team's mentor.

"Mr. Smith, can I have a word with you?"

Mr. Smith looked at Kaylee expressionlessly, then nodded his head. "Yeah. What is it?"

"I heard you suggested the senior team take our three songs of choice. Is that true?"

"Then?" as if he didn't feel guilty about being caught, Mr. Smith placed the plate on the nearest long table and took a leisurely sip of his drink.

"I also heard, no matter how good our team is tonight, you're still going to choose them."

Mr. Smith looked straight at Kaylee with a sinister snort. "What are you going to do anyway?"

If Kaylee weren't a student at this college, she would whack this mentor until he couldn't show his face anymore.

"How do you believe the senior team will win tomorrow's show? I heard that jazz genre music has never won once, and that's why jazz classes on this campus are very underdeveloped. At first, I didn't understand why the jazz music class on this campus was not as good as other classes, even though jazz songs were top-rated in the world. Turns out… the problem is here."

"Are you blaming me?"

"Do you feel guilty?"

"…" for the first time, Mr. Smith showed his expression.... a displeasure one.