Chapter 419
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The dress was ruined.
As they were talking, Song Yaoyao walked back.
She looked calm and there was nothing wrong with her.
However, Tang Xinrou, Xu Yue, and the rest who were familiar with her immediately sensed that she was in a bad mood.
At this moment, they were called from outside.
"Grade 12 Class 3, Beauty Parade, get ready. You're next. You can wait."
The girls stood still and looked at Song Yaoyao.
Song Yaoyao lifted her chin and her face was tense. "You guys go first and dance according to the rehearsal."
"What about you?"
Tang Xinrou looked at her hand. It was the packaging for the dress.
Song Yaoyao lifted her hand and the rags in the bag fell like snow.
"Ah?!"
"This is too much! Who did this? "
"The dress is ruined? What should we do? "
"F * ck! Don't let me find out who did this. Otherwise, I won't let her off! "
Xu Yue immediately made a decision. "I'll take off the dress and give it to you. This dress was made for you."
"Don't talk nonsense —"
Someone urged her from behind again. Song Yaoyao glanced at her indifferently. "You guys go, I'll stay." “
"But …"
"Hurry up."
Song Yaoyao lifted her chin slightly and narrowed her eyes.
Her aura was sharp and her gaze was intimidating.
Tang Xinrou knew her very well. She immediately made a choice and pulled Xu Yue away.
"We'll talk about this after the performance. This must be done by that white lotus! Just you wait! I'll deal with her later! "
Xu Yue's eyes flashed with anger. She looked at Song Yaoyao deeply and lifted the hem of her dress to leave.
Everyone filed out.
At this moment, there were not many people left in the changing room.
Most of them were outside watching the performance or waiting to go on stage.
Song Yaoyao looked at the torn pieces of her dress on the ground and sneered. She gathered her coat and turned to leave.
Melodious classical music filled the entire stadium.
After training day and night for the past few days, Song Yaoyao felt that she could dance along with the music as long as she closed her eyes.
Her dance costume was ruined, and all her efforts were in vain.
"The performance has begun."
Outside the door, Song Jingwan, who had changed into a white dress, sat in a wheelchair and looked at Song Yaoyao with a smile.
"Looks like you've been left behind."
"Yes."
Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes. "That's why I'm very irritable now. I suggest you don't provoke me."
Her voice was soft and nasal, but there was an indescribable coldness in it.
Song Jingwan's pupils shrank. Her fingertips pricked her palms, and she came back to her senses.
"You can only use violence to solve the problem."
"Isn't that enough?" Song Yaoyao tilted her head. "If I can use violence, why should I waste my breath? Or do you want to experience it again? "
Seeing the eagerness in her eyes, Song Jingwan's throat went dry.
Her voice was hoarse. "Song Yaoyao, I didn't offend you this time."
"Oh."
Song Yaoyao nodded and looked away. "That'd better be the case."
Because — —
She had been bored recently, so she asked Hou Jiu for a lot of fun things.
Among them was a pinhole camera.
What a coincidence.
Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes and tapped her fingers to the music.
Because of Class One's brilliant performance, Song Jingwan's performance was put last as the finale.
Song Jingwan's eyelashes fluttered. She gently touched the non-existent creases on her dress.
She felt that Song Yaoyao was too calm.
This was not her style.
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"Ouch!!"
Han Jun clutched his stomach. Beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead and his face was scrunched up.
(End of Chapter)
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