Chapter: 1322
Approaching them with a perplexed look, Ariana inquired, "What's happening? Why are you standing outside?"

Woodrow met her gaze and explained, "Someone took control of the practice room, and they won't allow us entry."

Ariana frowned as she heard this.

The practice rooms were assigned by the production team, and there shouldn't be a situation where someone was denied entry. It was clear that this was a conscious act against them.

Ariana didn't hesitate as she entered the room. What had initially been designed for ten people now had only three people practicing vigorously to blaring music.

She immediately recognized these dancers as contestants signed by Rollingrock Media. She walked over and turned off the music.

As the music stopped, all eyes in the room turned in her direction.

Among them, a young man with fiery red hair and wearing a sleeveless T-shirt walked towards her.

He exuded an air of arrogance. Ariana vaguely recalled his name from the program list. It appeared to be Carl Manny.

"Do you want something? If not, kindly refrain from disrupting our rehearsal," he mocked.

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.

Having just arrived and heard the situation from Woodrow outside, Tom's temper flared when he heard Carl's remark, prompting him to charge in.

Carl appeared to pay him no mind and continued to taunt, “You couldn't humiliate yourself enough on stage yesterday, now you're here for a brawl?"

“Say that again?" Tom grabbed Carl's collar.

"You want to fight? Bring it on! I'll show you what I'm made of!"
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