By the time Yun Luan had finished his sequence, he approached his coach and noticed that An Zhe's face was red, while their coaches were smiling at them. He didn't notice what was happening between them and thought that An Zhe might be suffering from a fever. He approached the latter and stretched his hand to touch An She's temperature.
Yun Luan asked worriedly, "An Zhe, why is your face red? Do you have a fever?"
"N-No. I don't have one! I will practice my sequence one more time," said An Zhe as he ran away.
Beside them, Hei Anjing was laughing, while Ye Xiajie was smiling a bit as An Zhe ran away, leaving Yun Luan bewildered.
Yun Luan asked, "Coach, what is wrong with him?"
"Don't worry. He is just being stupid. Xiao Luan, you did well. That sequence just now was almost perfect. Practice more to polish it. There is a small problem with the beat of your hand gesture to the music you have chosen. Overall, it's almost perfect. Good job!" said the White King, Hei Anjing.
