Just as she was talking, Song Yaoyao had already walked back.
She looked calm and could not see any problems.
But Tang Xinrou, Xu Yue and others who were familiar with her immediately noticed that she was in a bad mood.
Just then, they were called from outside.
"Class 3, Class 3, Senior Three, everyone is going to prepare, and the next one will be yours, so you can wait."
The girls stood still and looked at Song Yaoyao.
Song Yaoyao raised her chin, her small face tensed, "You guys go first, and dance according to the previous rehearsal."
"how about you?"
Tang Xinrou looked at her hand, which was the packing bag of the skirt.
When Song Yaoyao raised her hand, a pile of rags in the bag fell down like snow.
"ah?!"
"Too much! Who did it?"
"The skirt is broken? What should I do?"
"Damn! Don't be caught by my old lady who did it, or I won't be able to spare her!"
Xu Yue immediately made a decision, "I'll take off the skirt for you. This skirt was originally tailor-made for you."
"Do not talk nonsense-"
There was another urging from behind, Song Yaoyao glanced at her lightly, "Go, I'll stay."
"Can… "
"speed."
Song Yaoyao raised her jaw slightly and narrowed her eyes.
She has a stern look and her eyes are compelling.
Tang Xinrou knew her very well, so she immediately made a choice and pulled Xu Yue away.
"We'll talk about this after the performance. That white lotus must have done it! Wait! I'll deal with her later!"
A trace of hostility flashed in Xu Yue's eyes, she deeply forgot Song Yaoyao's glance, and walked out with her skirt lifted.
Everyone filed out.
At this time, there was no one left in the locker room.
Most of them are watching programs outside, or waiting.
Song Yaoyao looked at the broken skirt on the ground, sneered, turned around and left with her coat wrapped around her.
Melodious classical music resounded throughout the stadium.
During these days of training day and night, Song Yaoyao even felt that she could dance to the music as long as she closed her eyes.
The dance clothes were scrapped, and all the hard work was ruined.
"The show has begun."
Outside the door, Song Jingwan, who had changed into a white dress, was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at Song Yaoyao with a smile.
"It looks like you've been left behind."
"yes."
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes, "That's why I'm very irritable now, I suggest you don't mess with me."
There was a trace of nasality in her soft voice, but it was indescribably cold.
Song Jingwan's pupils shrank, her fingertips pricked her palms, and she came to her senses.
"You can only use violence to solve the problem."
"That's enough, isn't it?" Song Yaoyao tilted her head, "Why should I waste my tongue if I can do it? Or, do you want to experience it again?"
Seeing the eagerness in her eyes, Song Jingwan's throat felt dry.
Her voice was rough, "Song Yaoyao, I didn't offend you this time."
"oh."
Song Yaoyao nodded and looked away, "It's best like this."
because-
Recently, she was bored and asked Huo Jiu for a lot of fun things.
Among them are pinhole cameras.
What a coincidence.
Song Yaoyao squinted her eyes and tapped her fingers to the music.
Because of the brilliant performance of the group, this time Song Jingwan's program was put at the end, as the finale performance.
Song Jingwan's eyelashes trembled, and she gently stroked the non-existing creases on the skirt.
I always feel that Song Yaoyao's calmness is a bit too much.
It's not her style.
"Ouch!!"
Han Jun clutched his stomach, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and his face was twisted into a ball.