As Bian Xiaohong abruptly shrank her hand, the rushing drill instructor heading towards the judges’ panel nearly stumbled.
"What’s going on?"
"Instructor, I, I’m worried that if I go to the judges’ panel, it might cause bad influence on you... Usually, Zuzi and Wu Qianman are already jealous of the way you’re good to , always talking behind your back. If we appear together at the judges’ panel, wouldn’t it give them more to talk about... I, I don’t mind being wronged, I don’t need the first place..."
"Silly girl, what are you saying! The first place should be yours, why shouldn’t you take it?" The instructor was moved, his voice full of compassion, "I’m not afraid of what people might say, but I won’t let you be misunderstood in front of your classmates. Wait here, I’ll go to the judges with Wu Qianman’s absence photos to reason with them."
"Instructor, don’t forget Zuzi, today is supposed to be a full participation event, she hasn’t returned to her team yet. But if you report too many at once, wouldn’t it be bad for you? Maybe you should report Wu Qianman first instead..."
"I’ll handle it, none of them will escape this. Just wait here for my good news!"
The drill instructor felt more and more that he hadn’t misjudged her, this little girl really understood him, always thinking of his best interests.
Today he was determined to fight for the Crown dal on her behalf!
Watching the drill instructor rushing towards the judges alone, Bian Xiaohong finally let out a breath of relief.
Her glance secretly shifted towards the judges’ panel not far away.
At the last spot on the panel, it was Nangong Yu seated.
Earlier, she impulsively wanted to follow the instructor to argue personally but nearly forgot Nangong Yu was there.
If Nangong Yu saw her holding hands so intimately with the male instructor, that would be a disaster.
Luckily she reacted quickly, shaking off the man.
After utilizing the instructor to fight for first place, she intended to keep her distance, draw clear lines, since her future goal was the Nangong family’s position as a wealthy young lady...
Bian Xiaohong withdrew her gaze, intending to quietly hide behind the seats in the audience, waiting for the instructor to stand up for her.
Little did she expect.
Before she could hide, soone unexpectedly tapped her shoulder.
That nearly startled her into jumping: "Who’s there? Who’s hitting ?"
Being troubled with worries, she was like an anxious bird.
Turning back, she saw a woman’s face that was both unfamiliar and yet curiously familiar.
The woman had bright eyes and neat teeth, dressed casually yet looking quite stylish, without any jewelry or makeup, casually carrying a handbag.
Bian Xiaohong gasped.
The woman’s outfit didn’t reveal any familiar brands, but her handbag was from the latest issue of a fashion magazine she scrimped to buy, prominently displayed as a limited-edition luxurious item, too expensive for her to ever afford.
Who exactly was this woman?
"I’m not hitting you, classmate, you’re blocking my seat."
Xing Yue frowned, displeased with Bian Xiaohong’s evasive gaze locked on her handbag. She turned back and waved: "Zuzi, maybe we should switch seats? It’s really dirty here..."
Bian Xiaohong felt a chill upon hearing herself being called dirty, then was shocked when she heard the na "Zuzi," her heartbeat almost stopping.
Could it be, just as she’s about to report Zuzi skipping class, that Zuzi herself appeared?
Is Zuzi so kind of thousand-mile ear demon?!
Why did Zuzi co now, missing the competition? Is she still dreaming of snatching the championship from her?
In her uncertain fear, she heard a lazy laugh carried by the wind: "Ancestor here, for the play script."
The three divine beasts stood impressively at Zuzi’s shoetips: Yes! The ancestor just ca out from the cinema, wanting to see a live action script instead!
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