Shen Xun sneered and grabbed his collar. âWhat did I just warn you, huh?â
âI didnât ask for this! Ughââ
It no longer felt like his body was his own. All his organs felt twisted together and they seemed to be rebelling.
He had already run to the toilet multiple times and he was about to collapse.
Shen Xun kicked him onto a chair, and he weakly stopped moving.
Shen Xunâs expression sank. âWhereâs that bottle of water gone? Did you drink it all?â
He just made a casual comment earlier, he didnât mean for something to actually go wrong.
Han Jun was actually dropping out at the last moment.
âN-noâ¦â Han Jun held his stomach and frowned. âAfter what you said, how could I drink it? Thereâs still half a bottle. Itâs overâ¦â
He lifted his hand and pointed, but the place where he put the bottle was empty.
Everyone elseâs bottle was there except for his.
âHaâ¦â
Shen Xun furrowed his brows and frowned. âThey came prepared.â
âBrother Xun, are you trying to sayâ¦â
Before he finished speaking, Han Jun looked like he had reached his limit. He held his stomach and huddled up like a prawn.
Meanwhile, Shen Xun called the ambulance.
Han Jun listened to his cold voice and gritted his teeth in pain. His eyes were red, âBrother Xunâ¦sorryâ¦â
âHurry to the hospitalââShen Xun refused to even look at himââOtherwise, I may kill you.â
Han Jun huddled into a ball in an aggrieved manner.
âIf your brain is useless, I suggest you donate it to someone who needs it.â
Han Jun was quickly taken away by the ambulance.
Everyone quickly found out that a student who was about to perform had been taken away by the ambulance because of stomach pain.
The foreboding feeling that Song Yaoyao felt continued to grow.
Meanwhile, An Feiran approached dressed in a prince costume and shook his head.
Song Yaoyao understood.
âThe next performer will be Han Jun from Class 3-3! Please stand by!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âHan Junâs been taken to the hospital. This performance is canceled,â someone said.
The student in charge of managing the backstage was shocked. He nodded his head and got ready to call the next performer.
âWho said itâs canceled?â
Song Yaoyao interrupted. âIâll sing.â
After saying this, she raised her hand and undid her bun. Her jet black hair fell down like silk and glistened.
Song Yaoyao removed her jacket. Underneath, she had a sweater and a white skirt.
âNoâ¦who are you? You canât just replace him as you likeâ¦â the boy scratched his head and explained. He didnât know who Song Yaoyao was.
Amusement appeared in An Feiranâs eyes. When it came to Song Yaoyao, he had complete confidence in her.
âShe is our class president and this performance slot belongs to our class. Han Jun canât perform because he was sent to the hospital, but this is an opportunity reserved for our class so we will definitely take advantage of it.â
Wearing a white suit with golden hemming, the curly-haired boy revealed a clean smile. However, his voice was slightly threatening.
The boyâs eyelids twitched. âFine⦠Do you want to keep the original song? Or do you want to pick a new one? You better decide quickly. I need to notify the host.â
âWhat was he supposed to sing?â Song Yaoyao asked.
The boy looked at the schedule. He then glanced at the delicate little girl and cleared his throat. âServe My Countryâ¦â
An Feiran held his head. ââ¦â
This was that idiotâs style.
Song Jingwanâs lips curved and she almost let out a laugh.
âYaoyao, can you sing?â