Song Yaoyao smiled slightly. "I don't care. Since you stood in the group of people with talents, you better think of something to perform. You can decide what you want to do." "

Shen Xun: "I'm going to die."

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Han Jun: "I'm already dead."

Shen Xun lay helplessly on Song Yaoyao's desk as he furrowed his brows. "Big Bro, please spare me."

He raised his eyebrows. If she asked him to beat someone up, he would be happy to beat whomever she wanted.

But performing on stage? Sorry, this was unexplored territory for him.

Song Yaoyao stared at him quietly refusing to let him off.

Seriousness was written all over her face.

Shen Xun's throat twitched as he spoke, "I'll pay you."

Song Yaoyao's lips curved. "Deal."

Han Jun: "Huh? What about me?"

"Jun'er." Shen Xun was in a good mood after breaking free. He licked his lips and patted Han Jun on the head. "You're a big boy now. You need to stay strong."

Han Jun wanted to cry.

He was sensitive that day.

In the end, two performances were set and one was left.

Han Jun hit his head on the desk helplessly and mumbled, "If you can't let me off then I can only do a skit."

But...

Doing a solo skit was too big of a challenge.

He couldn't do it!

...

After agreeing on the performances, it was time to practice.

The third class had a lot of studying to do, so they could only practice after school.

The school actually had a music studio and dance studio, but after entering into their third year of senior high, they barely utilized them.

This included Song Jingwan.

But that day, the studios were suddenly packed.

Even after school, they were still being occupied.

"The first class is too much!"

Tang Xinrou returned to the classroom with a few other students. She furrowed her brows and her face burned red in anger.

"They hog the studios every year around this time and don't give anyone else any opportunities. We just had a look and they're still there."

Song Yaoyao put away her pen. "And?"

"They even pulled up the curtains secretively so no one could see them practice. Ha..." Tang Xinrou crossed her arms. "As if I want to know."

After speaking, she approached in frustration and squeezed Song Yaoyao's cheek.

"Either way, we need to win this time! We can't lose! If anyone holds us back I will strangle them to death!"

She clasped her hands and did a strangling gesture. She looked so fierce that it made everyone's hairs stand on end.

"Ugh—"

Song Yaoyao brushed her hand away. Her cheeks were red from the squeezing and her eyes were teary.

"Rourou, don't be like this!"

She brushed her fingers through her hair. "We can practice in the classroom today and hire a venue tomorrow."

Song Yaoyao didn't want to fight over something like this.

"But..." Tang Xinrou mumbled. "I can't accept this!"

"Then, you better practice hard."

Admiration appeared in Xu Yue's eyes. She approached and showed her phone to Song Yaoyao. "If you've decided on performing a dance, I would like to recommend this traditional dance which has been trending. However, it is quite difficult. I've learned it before and can teach everyone. If we manage to do it well, it will definitely amaze everyone."

Everyone began to sense that there was something different about Xu Yue.

"Are you...being sincere?" someone asked.

But Xu Yue didn't care what the others thought, she only cared about Song Yaoyao's opinion of her. "Song Yaoyao, what about you? Do you trust me?"

The classroom fell silent and snow began to fall again.

There was no response.