Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

While she spoke, Song Yaoyao was already returning.

Her expression was calm as though nothing was wrong.

But Tang Xinrou and Xu Yue who knew her well immediately sensed she was in a bad mood.

At that moment, they were being summoned.

"Class 3-3 get ready. You're next. Please standby."

The girls stood still and did not move as they looked at Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoyao lifted her chin and her face tensed up. "You girls go ahead first. Dance the way that we practiced."

"What about you?"

Tang Xinrou looked at her hands and noticed the bag in which her dress came.

Song Yaoyao lifted the bag and a bunch of rags fell out like snow.

"What?"

"That's too much! Who did this?" 

"Is the dress ruined? What should we do?" 

"F*ck! Don't let me find the culprit or I won't let them go!" 

Xu Yue immediately made a decision. "I'll take my dress off and give it to you. This was originally made for you anyway."

"Don't be ridiculous..."

They were being ushered again. Song Yaoyao glanced at her and said, "Go ahead. I'll stay here." "

"But..."

"Quick."

Song Yaoyao lifted her head and narrowed her eyes.

She had a powerful vibe and her gaze was intimidating.

Tang Xinrou understood her well. She immediately made a decision and pulled Xu Yue away.

"Let's talk about this after. That fake b*tch must have done this! Just wait. I'll deal with her later!" 

Hostility flashed across Xu Yue's eyes. She looked at Song Yaoyao, lifted the hem of her dress, and headed out.

Everyone filed out.

By now, there weren't many people left in the changeroom.

Most were outside watching the performances or waiting to go on stage.

Song Yaoyao looked at the shredded dress and let out a laugh. Putting on her jacket, she turned and left.

Melodious classical music resounded through the gymnasium.

After training day and night for the past few days, Song Yaoyao could practically dance to the music with her eyes closed.

But her dress was destroyed; all her efforts had gone to waste.

"It's beginning."

Outside, Song Jingwan was sitting in her wheelchair dressed in a white dress as she smiled at Song Yaoyao.

"From the looks of it, you've been left behind."

"Yes."

Song Yaoyao's eyes curved. "So I'm in a bad mood right now. You better not provoke me."

Her voice was soft, nasally, but inexplicably cold.

Song Jingwan's pupils constricted. Piercing her nails into her palms, she quickly snapped out of her daze.

"All you know how to do is solve your problems with violence."

"It's effective, isn't it?" Song Yaoyao tilted her head. "If I can use my hands, why use my mouth? Do you want to test it out again?" 

Seeing the evilness in her eyes, Song Jingwan's throat went dry.

Her voice trembled a little, "Song Yaoyao, I didn't offend you this time."

"Oh."

Song Yaoyao nodded her head and retracted her gaze. "That better be the case."

Because...

She had been a little bored lately and got some amusing items from Huo Jiu.

One of them was a pinhole camera.

What a coincidence.

Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes and started tapping her fingers to the beat of the music.

Due to the first class' competitive history, Song Jingwan's performance was placed at the end as the closing event.

Song Jingwan's eyelids twitched and she straightened out some non-existent creases on her dress.

She kept feeling that Song Yaoyao seemed overly peaceful.

This was not her style.

...

"Oh!!"

Han Jun held his stomach as drops of sweat fell from his forehead, and his face scrunched up in agony.