Ariana pretended as if nothing had happened and said calmly, "These courses are essential stepping stones. They build a foundation for whichever path you choose after your debut. Opportunities are fleeting. Since you choose to be here, don't waste your time."

The trainees were extremely ashamed by Ariana's words and lowered their heads one by one.

“That's all I want to say. It's best to think of your future carefully. Maybe there will be another selection opportunity like this in the future,” Ariana said, trying to sound hopeful.

Although there had been a moment of dissatisfaction, Ariana still hoped that this group of young people could work hard and stop idling about.

With that, she packed her things and prepared to leave. However, before she left, she glanced at Tyler, who had been looking at her expectantly, and said emotionlessly, "Come with me."

Tyler was both nervous and excited. He wasn't exactly sure if Ariana would sign the contract with him or not.

She looked rather indifferent the entire time. She made no attempts to converse with him or even look at him.

This made Tyler even more baffled by her attitude.

The lean young man followed closely behind Ariana. The light in his eyes gradually disappeared, like the sun slowly setting below the horizon.

They took the elevator down to the third floor. As they walked along the corridor, many colleagues greeted Ariana while looking curiously at the young man behind her.

Ariana smiled politely without uttering anything as she led Tyler into the room at the end of the corridor.

While they were walking, Tyler got increasingly pessimistic. He didn't realize he was at the infirmary until he got there.

He was at a loss as he watched Ariana coming over with a medical kit.

“Why are you still standing? Sit down," Ariana ordered while gesturing at a chair beside her.

Tyler was confused and flustered, but he settled down obediently. Many possibilities had flashed across his mind, but none included an infirmary.

It was not until he felt a burning pain on his forehead that he realized he was hurt.

He grimaced in pain as Ariana pressed hard on his forehead with a cotton swab. Her expression had softened from before.

"I didn't know you could feel pain. Why couldn't you figure out how to retaliate after being bullied? You could have used your height to your advantage. What a waste," Ariana said in annoyance. She then threw the cotton swab away and placed a mirror in front of Tyler and said, "Have a look."

Tyler touched the wound on his forehead. The blood had dried up, making it look rather messed up and very frightening.

Did he just dance in such an awful state a few moments ago?