They had lunch in the school cafeteria. Wherever Wen Qiao went, people would point fingers at her behind her back. Those people never tired of using the love letters she wrote to make fun of her.
'When you come to this world, you should see the sun, walk on the street with your sweetheart, wow, Haizi's poems, quoting classics'
'You are the fresh breeze and bright moon on February Ridge, illuminating my gloomy life that has no end in sight. Wow, your writing is so good. It would be a pity if you don't participate in the essay competition.'
There were mocking taunts mixed with strange laughter full of malice. Over the past year, thanks to Zhuang Yan, she had been subjected to the same taunts in every corner of this school.
She is used to it.
Lu Youyou put down the plate heavily, gritting her teeth and roaring at those people: "Are you guys done yet?"
Those people burst into laughter and scattered like birds and beasts.
Wen Qiao held Lu Youyou and said, "Eat, eat. You are getting angry with those people. Aren't you going to get angry to death?"
Lu Youyou was so angry that she slammed the table: "Xu Lu is cheap, Zhuang Yan is even cheaper. If he doesn't like you, then he doesn't like you. Why would he waste your sincerity?"
Wen Qiao patted her head and said, "Okay, I've let it go. It's a brand new life from now on. Let's not worry about people who are not worth it, okay?"
Lu Youyou slammed the table in anger.
In order to distract her attention, Wen Qiao said, "Youyou, if someone asks you recently whether I'm in love with a man named Fu Nanli, you should say that you know but don't know the details, okay?"
Lu Youyou took a sip of soup and puffed it up. Fortunately, Wen Qiao dodged quickly, otherwise the soup would have spilled all over the seat.
Wen Qiao quickly took out a tissue and wiped her mouth. Lu Youyou grabbed her hand and said, "Fu Nanli? I've heard of him. He's the only heir to the Fu Group, and he's also a handsome guy who sits firmly at the top of the aviation industry. You and him..."
"It's a long story, and I don't know how to explain it. Anyway, if anyone asks you, just answer according to what I say."
After dinner, Lu Youyou kept pestering her all the way to the door of the convenience store. They each held a cup of milk tea. Wen Qiao took a sip and described her experiences of the past two days in the most concise words.
Of course, she didn't mention anything about her rebirth. She only said that suddenly someone in her mind seemed to say, "Stay with Fu Nanli, otherwise you will die."
Lu Youyou bit a bursting pearl, her eyes sparkling, "This is the legendary destiny. I have never met Fu Nanli, but he has a very good reputation in the upper class. He is aloof and mysterious, not interested in women, and has both beauty and money. All the celebrities in Hong Kong are secretly competing to see who can become Mrs. Fu. I never thought that this good deal would fall on you."
Wen Qiao was worried: "The day he regains his memory is the day I will be ruined."
Lu Youyou patted her shoulder: "Maybe Mr. Fu will really fall in love with you by then, don't panic."
At 1:30 in the afternoon, there were some audience members scattered in the small auditorium with a round stage that could accommodate 200 people.
There were only twelve students from No. 9 Middle School who were eligible for the interview. Several professors from the Central Conservatory of Music lined up in order, and the staff were setting up the stage.
At the side of the round stage, Wen Qiao saw Wen Jianmin, Zhong Hui and Wen Xuan entering the small auditorium in decent clothes. They sat in the third row. Obviously, her father came to support Xu Lu.
Because her mother was busy at work, she didn't want her to go back and forth, so she didn't tell her mother about the performance, so no one came to see her performance.
The lights in the dome of the small auditorium gradually dimmed, and a teacher called her name from the back: "Wen Qiao, your number is twelve, and you will be the last to perform."
Wen Qiao was about to turn around when he saw the back door of the auditorium open and a familiar tall figure walked in.
(End of this chapter)