Translator: Yunyi
But how was it possible?
With new and old grudges combined, it was normal for An Ruoyao to hate Song Yaoyao.
Who didnât know that Song Yaoyao was the boss of the third class? And who didnât know that they all listened to her?
âYaoyao, youâ¦â
Fear appeared in Song Jingwanâs eyes, and she quickly grabbed onto An Ruoyaoâs hand. âDonât act recklessly.â
âHa! Recklessly? Iâm just joking. Donât take it seriously.â
An Ruoyao understood her friend. She had a good temper and she was kind. If she found out, she would probably feel guilty.
She was the only one who still treated Song Yaoyao as her younger sister.
If Song Yaoyao was her sister, she would have already dealt with her!
âReally?â
Song Jingwan held her dress in disbelief.
âOh, Jingwan! Of course itâs true. Didnât I just come in? Even if something goes wrong, itâs because they offended too many people. What does it have to do with me? Arenât I allowed to vent and curse a little?â
An Ruoyao rolled her eyes and pushed Song Jingwan into a cubicle.
âHurry and get changed. Call me if you need help. Iâll be outside.â
Inside the change cubicle, Song Jingwan unfolded the long dress, and a smile appeared in her eyes.
It would be ideal if the curse came trueâ¦
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Meanwhile, things were a lot simpler in the boysâ changeroom.
Han Jun who had been put on the spot did not find a partner in the end. Since he was just joking about performing a solo skit, he decided to sing a song instead.
He brought a relatively smart suit from home and gelled his hair.
Everything was ready!
âOh, Brother Xun, Iâm a bit nervousâ¦â
Han Jun rubbed his thigh and gritted his teeth nervously. âThis is my first time performing on stage. I normally sing at karaoke. What if I donât do well? WIll Yaoyao hit me? If she punches me, Iâm afraid I might die.â
âHa.â
Shen Xun crossed his legs, narrowed his eyes, and played with a lighter. It clicked open and close.
The blue flame made Han Jun even more nervous.
He licked his lips. âIâm a littleââ
âBro, are you thirsty?â
Before he finished speaking, an unfamiliar boy walked in and casually handed him a bottle of water. He then ignored him and walked in to hand out the rest of the water.
Han Jun held onto the bottle and waved his hand. âThanks, Bro.â
He opened the bottle and quickly drank half of it.
Shen Xun wanted to stop him but he was too later. He furrowed his brows and glared at him.
âKeep drinking. If you need to go toilet later, Iâll send you onto the stage to perform.â
âPfffâ Cough cough cough!â Han Jun spat out the water. âBrother Xun, is that necessary?â
He was simply drinking water. Although it was cold to drink this in the middle of winter, he normally drank this every day.
Shen Xun put away his lighter, stood up, and walked out. âNothing better happen.â
Han Jun shrugged. He looked at the remaining bottle of water and did not continue to drink it.
The performance this time was very important. If he dared to make a mistake, the third class would definitely beat him up!
â¦
The third class helped each other and quickly got their looks prepared.
The girls walked out in their dresses and saw Song Yaoyao helping one of the girls with her play costume. The usually arrogant girl was kneeled on the ground at that moment looking extremely cute.
Tang Xinrou helped her up. âHurry and change into your dress. Youâre the last one!â
âWait,â Song Yaoyao straightened the dress and stood up to go to the changeroom.
Meanwhile, Xu Yue stood to the side and complained, âDoes she have obsessive-compulsive disorder?â
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