The azure blue haute couture dress perfectly outlines Jiang Xianrou's superior neck line, slender waist, and the hem of her skirt looks like a flowing galaxy.
Today, Jiang Xian is graceful and unrestrained, with a kind of proud beauty like a swan.
"Senior."
When Zhao Ruoqi pushed the door open, she saw the high-end dress on Jiang Xianrou, and her eyes revealed an expression of envy. After entering, she closed the door, walked in front of Jiang Xianrou, smiled, and said, "Senior sister, the lottery results are out. According to what you said, I asked the student union to change the order. They just happened to draw number 6 and will perform on stage after us..."
When Zhao Ruoqi said this, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth and wanted to laugh.
Not only did the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine sing the same repertoire as them, but they also performed on stage one after the other. Isn't that courting death
I have to say, the senior is still good at playing tricks on people.
She had never thought of such a good way to play a trick on someone!
"I guess they are now as anxious as headless flies!" Zhao Ruoqi couldn't help but let out a laugh, with disdain in her eyes.
Jiang Xianrou also smiled, but very reservedly, and only restrainedly curled the corners of her mouth, as if she didn't care much, or as if she was crushing a small ant.
At this moment, the screen of her mobile phone on the table lit up.
She picked up the phone and looked down.
It was a message from Liang Lu—[Xianrou, I heard that the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine drew lots to get on stage after you. They are a bit lucky.]
Jiang Xianrou smiled and thought to herself, "Isn't that a bit good? What a coincidence that we went up one after the other."
"The opening performance has already started, and your brother has already come on stage. I really envy you, you have such a famous brother."
Zhao Ruoqi spoke enviously in her ear.
Jiang Xianrou didn't care and didn't listen much. She was playing with her phone in one hand. After she replied to her tutor's message, she received a message from a friend.
[Ruan Sisi: Good fellow. You are the real Zhui Guang. Why didn’t you tell me? You even hid it from me. You are really good at keeping secrets!]
Jiang Xianrou pursed her rosy red lips, her proud eyes and eyebrows showing an even more obvious smile. She didn't know why she replied.
[Don’t you know now?]
After Jiang Xianrou replied to the message, her heartbeat suddenly became a little flustered. She frowned. The message had already been sent and could not be taken back. She just thought she was overthinking.
Anyway, Zhuiguang always likes to play it mysterious, so she just admitted it to Ruan Sisi to avoid any repercussions.
Thinking this way, she felt less guilty.
But she still exited WeChat, not wanting to check the messages anymore. She put her phone back and asked Zhao Ruoqi, "Is it almost our turn?"
Zhao Ruoqi looked towards the stage, confirmed what was being performed, and turned back to say to her, "It's already the third show. There's only one left before our turn."
Jiang Xianrou lazily stood up, suppressing her arrogant aura, and said to Zhao Ruoqi: "Let's go, let's hurry up and practice again!"
…
The third program is the Computer Department.
The fourth program is the Department of Bioengineering.
The bioengineering department is composed entirely of science students, and the performance they chose was very conservative, which was just a harmonious chorus, singing "Singing My Motherland".
At occasions like school celebrations, the chorus is often the most hypnotic type of all the programs.
Except for Jiang Li's stunning opening performance, the first four shows seemed mediocre.
The audience in the Great Hall was equally uninterested.
Wen Ruxia patiently looked towards the stage and asked the people around her, "Who's the next performer?"
(End of this chapter)