Chapter 420
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I'll do it.
Shen Xun sneered and grabbed his collar. "What did I warn you just now?"
"I … I don't want to either! Blergh — "
He felt that his body no longer belonged to him. His internal organs were all twisted together, rebelling collectively.
He had gone to the toilet countless times and was about to collapse.
After being kicked into the chair by Shen Xun, Han Jun went limp and stopped moving.
Shen Xun's face darkened. "Where is that bottle of water? You drank all of it? "
He had just casually mentioned it, but he didn't expect it to become a prophecy.
At the critical moment, Han Jun really dropped the ball.
"No, no..." Han Jun clutched his stomach and grimaced. "How would I dare to drink after what you said? There's … there's half a bottle left … it's at … "
He raised his hand and pointed, but found that the place where he put the water was empty.
Everyone's water was still there, except for his half-filled bottle, which was missing.
"Heh …"
The hostility between Shen Xun's eyebrows gradually thickened. He touched the roof of his mouth and said, "You came prepared."
"Brother Xun, you're saying … oh …"
Before Han Jun could finish, his face had already turned pale. He clutched his stomach and curled up like a shrimp.
Shen Xun had already dialed the emergency number.
When Han Jun heard his cold and deep voice, he clenched his teeth in pain and his eyes turned red. "Brother Xun... I'm sorry..."
"Hurry up and go to the hospital." Shen Xun did not even look at him. "Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist killing you."
Han Jun curled up into a ball, feeling aggrieved.
"If your brain is useless, I suggest you donate it to someone who needs it."
Han Jun was quickly taken away by the ambulance.
The people around soon found out that a student who was going to sing on stage suddenly had a stomachache and had been taken away by an ambulance.
Song Yaoyao had a bad premonition.
An Feiran, who was dressed in a prince's attire, walked over and shook his head at her.
Thus, Song Yaoyao understood.
"The next performance is Han Jun, who looks like he's in his third year of high school! You can wait for your turn! "
"Han Jun has been admitted to the hospital. This show is canceled."
Someone answered. The student in charge of backstage work was stunned. He nodded and was about to call for the next program.
"Who said it was canceled?"
Song Yaoyao interrupted him. "I'll sing."
After saying that, she raised her hand and took off her hair bun. Her ink-black hair cascaded down like silk, emitting a luster.
Song Yaoyao took off her jacket. She was wearing a sweater and a pleated skirt.
"No … classmate, who are you? This program isn't something that can be done just because you want to … "That person didn't know Song Yaoyao, so he scratched his head and explained.
A smile appeared in An Feiran's eyes. When it came to Song Yaoyao, he always had confidence.
"She's the class monitor of the third class, so this spot belongs to the third class. Han Jun can't perform because he's in the hospital. But since it's our class' turn, we must fight for it. "
The boy with curly hair, who was dressed in a white suit with gold trimmings, smiled politely. However, his tone sounded a little threatening.
The boy's eyelids twitched. "Alright then … Are you going to sing the song that's already arranged or choose a new one? You better decide quickly. We still have to inform the host. "
"What is he going to sing?" Song Yaoyao asked.
The boy glanced at the name list and then looked at the delicate girl. He coughed softly and said, "Serve the country with loyalty."
An Feiran held his forehead. "…"
It was indeed that idiot's style.
Song Jingwan's lips curved and she almost laughed out loud.
"Yaoyao, you can sing?"
(End of chapter)
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