Cole's face contorted with a sense of entitlement as he boasted, "Let's go, I'm done with this place."

The very idea of wasting his time on the “inferior” talents in the room was enough to make him scoff.

Ariana, who had been patiently listening to his condescending remarks, cast a derisive glance his way and coolly replied, "You can go back in line."

The room fell silent as the other trainees watched in shock at the exchange. The smug look on Cole's face quickly morphed into one of confusion. He looked at Ariana, who had retured to studying the documents in front of her, and asked incredulously, "What do you mean?"

To his dismay, Ariana's response was not what he expected. Despite his obvious appeal, she had no intention of choosing him.

Cole's laughter rang hollow in the stunned silence of the room as he asked, "You don't want to choose me?"

Ariana's expression remained impassive as she cast a brief glance at Cole. Her silent disapproval was palpable, sending shivers down his spine. She clearly had no intention of picking him.

Frustrated by his own failure, Cole's emotions boiled over, and he could no longer contain his contempt. He suppressed his voice with an air of superiority and sneered, "Fine, then let's see what kind of garbage you can unearth from this pile of rubbish."

The sound of his chair crashing to the floor echoed throughout the room, and the trainees looked at him with mixed emotions.

Some were incensed by his words, while others hoped for a chance to impress Ariana and prove their worth. They all stood up straighter, waiting for Ariana to give them another chance.

Ariana scanned the room with a sharp gaze, her eyes darting from one trainee to the other as she spoke with an authoritative tone, commanding their attention.

"I have reviewed your class schedules and the content of your daily teachings. Last Friday, your dance teacher taught you a self-made routine. I want each of you to come forward and perform it. The one who executes it the best will be chosen."

The trainees squirmed with discomfort, their faces etched with anxiety. They had neglected their classes, never expecting their carelessness to come back to bite them.

Cole, who had been mocking the group from the beginning, sneered as he watched them fumble with embarrassment. He was convinced that no one would be able to pull it off.

Ariana's disappointment was palpable. She had hoped to find someone who would stand out from the crowd, but it seemed as if her search had been in vain.

She was about to give up when a glimmer of hope shone in the form of the anxious teenager who had been standing by the window. He raised his hand, his voice shaking slightly as he spoke up.

"I remember the routine. I can dance."

Everyone turned and looked at Tyler in disapproval. However, he looked at Ariana fearlessly and repeated, "I can dance. I still remember the moves."

Many of the trainees were disgruntled and complained.

"How dare you be so overbearing? You are not even qualified for the dance class.”