When the four hosts appeared on the stage in their dress uniforms, screams instantly filled the entire playground, and countless glow sticks started flashing under the stage.
ng Luo, elegantly dressed in a red gown, looked at the students below and couldn’t help but reveal a beautiful smile. She exchanged a glance with Han Yue beside her and began the opening of the day in a gentle yet assertive tone.
The hosts this ti included not only ng Luo and Han Yue but also two others: Xiao Ye, the class president of Class A, and a broadcasting teacher from Yunhui High School.
As ng Luo officially announced the start of the arts festival competition, the sound of fireworks rose from beneath the stage, followed by waves of screams and shouts.
The performances started with the senior year and followed the class order, so Class H of the first year was the last to go on stage.
Being last is often a dangerous position because everyone gets tired, and the last perforr often fails to captivate the audience’s interest. However, if successful, the last perforr will leave a deep impression on everyone.
The senior and junior performances were almost over. Xiao Ye had already changed out of his suit and joined Class A’s ensemble, getting ready to go on stage.
Walking up to Bi Xia, Xiao Ye paused and said, "Watch carefully, Class A is unbeatable."
Turning to look at Xiao Ye, Bi Xia slowly smiled, "It’s a pity, Class A is destined to be defeated by Class H. Boss Xiao, good luck."
Seeing Xiao Ye’s face change, Chu Kuang, standing nearby, clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Xiao Ye is just asking for trouble, coming to you for discomfort."
"But it’s the first ti I’ve seen him change his face, indeed, you are our nesis!"
"Really?" Bi Xia lazily stretched, watching Class A walk onto the stage, "You better hurry up and prepare, your class is next."
"Prepare for what? We’ve already reached this point, besides..." Chu Kuang gave a wicked smile, "We’re fearless."
With a light laugh, Bi Xia greeted Chu Kuang and watched him walk into the preparation room. Bi Xia then stepped back to Class H’s waiting area, observing everyone calmly preparing, and she suddenly smiled.
[What’s with that motherly comforting smile?]
’Go away,’ Bi Xia said as she took the costu handed to her by ng Chi, walking towards the changing room. Locking the door, she changed clothes while saying, ’I just feel... Class H now is no longer the sa as it used to be, it feels great.’
Hearing Bi Xia’s words, 007 laughed, [You’ve worked so hard to change Class H, it’s only natural that it’s different now.]
After changing clothes, Bi Xia looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, fixing her hair, ’You’re right.’
Suddenly, screams erupted outside the changing room, Bi Xia paused, turned, opened the door, and walked out. Instantly, she saw a chaotic scene.
Zhao Wenxin was soaked, being helped into a chair, her hair disheveled, covering her face and crying. Wu Zhiyuan squatted in front of Zhao Wenxin, suppressing his anger and softly comforting her, while others were either consoling Zhao Wenxin or checking her costu, anxious and helpless.
ng Chi frowned deeply and told the girl beside him, "Quickly check the classroom for any spare dance skirts, hurry!"
With a loud noise, Wu Zhiyuan punched the wardrobe, "Who did this! How dare they! How dare they!!!"
"What happened?" Bi Xia asked sternly.
Seeing Bi Xia appear, the group seed to find their backbone. Zhao Wenxin slowly lifted her head, looked at Bi Xia, and muttered, "Your Majesty... Wah!" Suddenly, she broke down in tears.
"It was done by Class A!" a trembling voice said. The girl who had helped Zhao Wenxin gritted her teeth, tears in her eyes, "I accompanied Wenxin to the bathroom, waiting outside for her. Then I heard Wenxin scream, and when I went in, I saw three girls co out of the bathroom. I recognized them; they are from Class A."
"They, they..." Zhao Wenxin tightly held Wu Zhiyuan’s hand, looked up at Bi Xia, her other hand clutching Bi Xia’s sleeve, her face pale, "They poured a bucket of ice water over the stall, locked the door from above, if not for Jiali coming in, I would still be stuck."
"I understand," Bi Xia nodded expressionlessly, said to Wu Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, take Zhao Wenxin back and take good care of her."
With icy eyes, Bi Xia took off her jacket and put it on Zhao Wenxin, "Don’t worry, I will make sure you personally get revenge. Class H won’t tolerate anyone bullying us!"
But the problem wasn’t that simple. ng Chi cursed irritably and looked at Bi Xia, "Boss, there’s another issue."
"Wenxin is the centerpiece of our act, and if she..."
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