Shen Xun sneered and grabbed his collar, "Why did I warn you just now, huh?"
"I... I don't want to either! Ugh—"
He felt that his body was no longer his own, and his internal organs were all twisted together, collectively rebelling.
He has run to the toilet countless times, and now he is going to collapse.
Kicked into the chair by Shen Xun, Han Jun became limp and motionless.
Shen Xun dripped water with a gloomy expression, "Where is that bottle of water just now? Did you drink it all?"
He just mentioned it casually just now, but he didn't want to make it into a proverb.
At the critical moment, Han Jun really lost the chain.
"No, no..." Han Jun covered his stomach, with a bitter face, "You said that, how dare I drink it? There is still half a bottle left... It's just..."
He raised his hand and pointed, but found that the place where he put the water was empty.
Everyone's water is there, but his half bottle of water is missing.
"Ah… "
The hostility between Shen Xun's brows gradually became stronger, reaching his palate, "Come prepared."
"Brother Xun, you mean...uh..."
Before Han Jun finished speaking, his complexion was so pale that he clutched his stomach and curled up like a shrimp.
Over there, Shen Xun had already dialed the emergency number.
Listening to his cold voice, Han Jun gritted his teeth in pain, his eyes were red, "Brother Xun... I'm sorry..."
"Go to the hospital in a hurry." Shen Xun didn't even look at him, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist killing you."
Han Jun huddled into a ball aggrieved.
"If the brain is useless, I suggest donating it to someone who needs it."
Han Jun was quickly taken away by an ambulance.
People around soon knew that a student who was about to perform on stage suddenly had a stomachache and was taken away by an ambulance.
Song Yaoyao's bad premonition was amplifying.
Over there, An Feiran, who was wearing a prince's attire, had already walked over and shook his head at her.
So, Song Yaoyao understood.
"The next show is Han Jun who looks like a third-year high school student! You can wait now!"
"Han Jun is in the hospital, this show is cancelled."
Someone answered the call, and the student in charge of background work was taken aback when he heard the words, nodded and was about to call the next program.
"Who said it was cancelled?"
Song Yaoyao interrupted him, "I'll sing."
After finishing speaking, she raised her hand and removed the bun. The ink-like blue silk scattered down, exuding luster like satin.
Song Yaoyao took off her coat, and she was wearing a sweater and a pleated skirt underneath.
"No... classmate, who are you? This show doesn't mean you can win it..." The man, who didn't know Song Yaoyao, scratched his head and explained.
A smile flashed across An Feiran's eyes, he always had confidence in Song Yaoyao.
"She is the monitor of our class 3, and this spot is originally from our class 3. Han Jun is in the hospital and can't perform, but it's our class 3, a classmate, we must fight for it."
The boy in white inlaid with gold trim and permed curly hair smiled cleanly, but his tone was more or less threatening.
The boy's eyelids twitched, "Okay then... Then do you sing the song that was originally arranged, or choose a new one? It's best to decide quickly, and the host has to say something."
"What is he singing?" Song Yaoyao asked.
The boy glanced at the list, then looked at the pink and tender girl, and coughed softly, "Serve the country with loyalty—"
An Feiran raised his forehead: "..."
It really is the style of that bastard.
Song Jingwan pursed her lips and almost couldn't laugh out loud.
"Yoyao, can you sing?"