“Thank you." Camila flashed him a timid smile.

“I have a feeling that you're a shy person," the man guessed with a grin that almost reached his ears. "As a judge, your job is to determine whether others dance well or not. You have to evaluate whether their movements are standard. But you don't need to worry about that. If there's anything that you don't understand, feel free to ask me. I'll help you out.

Not far away, Lilith was pretending to check the dancing clothes hanging on the shelf. But in reality, she was actually eavesdropping on their conversation. Of course, Camila knew this, which was why she was deliberately behaving as if she was afraid of being heard. She moved a little closer to the man and intentionally lowered her voice—lLow enough that Lilith could still hear what she was about to say. "Didn't I just tell you that I came here on behalf of someone else? I really don't know anything. In fact, I don't even know how to dance, so I'm not qualified to be a judge. Can you help me hide this to everyone?"

When the man heard this, a surprised expression crept up his face.

If she truly didn't know anything, then how could she be a judge? Wasn't this a bit much?"