But how is it possible
New and old hatred added up, An Ruoyao hated Song Yaoyao to death.
And now who doesn't know, Song Yaoyao is the boss of the third class? Everyone listens to her
"Yaoyao, you—"
A look of astonishment quickly appeared in Song Jingwan's eyes, she took An Ruoyao's hand, "Don't mess around."
"Hey! Why am I messing around? I'm just talking casually, don't take it seriously."
An Ruoyao knows her good friend, she has a good temper and kindness. If she knew about it, she would probably feel guilty.
She was the only one who still regarded Song Yaoyao as her younger sister.
If Song Yaoyao had been her younger sister, An Ruoyao would have dealt with her long ago!
"real?"
Song Jingwan held the skirt in doubt, but still refused to believe it.
"Oh, my Miss Song! Of course it's true. Do you think I just came in? Even if something went wrong, it's because they offended too many enemies. What does it have to do with me? Don't you want me to talk to you? Addiction, curse it?"
An Ruoyao rolled her eyes, and quickly pushed Song Jingwan into the cubicle.
"Hurry up and change it. If it's inconvenient, call me. I'll watch outside."
In the cubicle, Song Jingwan shook off her long skirt, and a smile appeared in her eyes.
that's best-
Make the curse come true.
At the same time, the men's locker room is much simpler.
Han Jun, who was kicked out of the show, had no partner, and the stand-up comedy was just talking. He finally chose to sing a song.
I took a slightly more serious suit from home and changed into it, and got some hairspray to scratch my hair.
Everything is done!
"Hey Brother Xun, I'm a little nervous, why—"
Han Jun rubbed his legs, and grinned nervously, "It's my first time performing on stage. I usually only sang in ktv. If I don't perform well later. You said Yaoyao won't hit me, right? Her little fist Come down, I'm afraid I will die."
"Ah."
Shen Xun crossed his legs, squinted his eyes and fiddled with the lighter, closing it and opening it again.
Seeing the faint blue flames, Han Jun panicked even more.
He licked his lips, "I kind of..."
"Brother, do you want water?"
Before he finished speaking, a strange boy came in with a bucket of water and threw a bottle to Han Jun. Then he ignored him and went straight in to divide the water.
Han Jun caught it and shook his hand, "Thank you brother."
He opened it and gulped down half of the bottle.
Shen Xun wanted to stop it, but it was too late, he frowned and looked at him coldly.
"Just drink. If you want to go to the bathroom later, I will carry you to the stage and let you perform in public."
"Puff—cough cough cough!" Han Jun spat out a mouthful of water, "Brother Xun, what are you doing?"
He just drinks water, although it is really cool to drink in winter, but he also drinks it every day.
Shen Xun put away the lighter, stood up and walked out, "It's better to be fine."
Han Jun shrugged, looked at the half bottle of water, did not dare to continue drinking.
This performance is very important, if he dares to lose the chain, without the help of others, the third class can beat him out!
The third class, you help me, I help you, and the makeup was done in no time.
They changed their skirts and came out, and saw Song Yaoyao was helping a girl performing a drama to arrange their skirts. The normally arrogant little girl squatted on the ground in a small ball, extremely cute.
Tang Xinrou picked her up, "Hurry up and change your skirt, Auntie, you are the only one missing!"
"Wait a minute," Song Yaoyao smoothed out the creases of her skirt before standing up to change.
Xu Yue leaned aside and complained, "Does she have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"