Chapter 419 The Skirt Is Broken

Just as he was talking, Song Yaoyao had already walked back.

She looked calm and didn't see any problems.

But Tang Xinrou, Xu Yue and others who were familiar with her immediately noticed that she was in a very bad mood.

Just then, they were called from outside.

"Class 3 of the third year of high school is ready, the next one will come to you, you can wait."

The girls stood still, looking at Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoyao raised her chin, her face tensed, "You guys go first and jump according to the previous rehearsal."

"how about you?"

Tang Xinrou looked at her hand, which was the packaging bag of the skirt.

Song Yaoyao raised his hand, and a bunch of rags in the bag were scattered like snow.

"what?!"

"It's too much! Who the hell did it?"

"The skirt is broken? What should I do?"

"Damn it! Don't be caught by the old lady who did it, or I won't be able to spare her!"

Xu Yue immediately made a decision, "I'll take off the skirt for you. This skirt was originally made for you."

"Do not talk nonsense--"

There was another reminder from behind, Song Yaoyao glanced at her lightly, "You go, I'll stay."

"Can……"

"speed."

Song Yaoyao raised her chin slightly, her eyes narrowed.

She was fierce, and her eyes were threatening.

Tang Xinrou knew her better, she immediately made a choice, dragged Xu Yue and left.

"We'll talk about this after the performance. It must be the White Lotus! Wait! I'll clean up her later!"

A trace of anger flashed in Xu Yue's eyes, she deeply forgot Song Yaoyao's glance, raised her skirt and walked out.

Everyone filed out.

At this time, there was no one left in the locker room.

Most are watching the show outside, or waiting.

Song Yaoyao looked at the shattered skirts on the ground, sneered, and turned around and left with her coat closed.

Melodious classical music resounded throughout the stadium.

In the past few days of training day and night, Song Yaoyao even closed her eyes and felt that she could dance to the music.

The costumes were scrapped, and all the hard work was ruined.

"The show has begun."

Outside the door, Song Jingwan, who had changed into a white dress, sat in a wheelchair and looked at Song Yaoyao with a smile.

"Looks like you've been left behind."

"yes."

Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes, "So I'm very irritable now, I suggest you don't mess with me."

Her voice was soft and waxy with a hint of nasality, but she couldn't say it was cold.

Song Jingwan's pupils shrank, her fingertips tingling in her palm, and she regained her senses.

"You can only use violence to solve the problem."

"That's enough, isn't it?" Song Yaoyao tilted her head, "If I can do it, why should I waste my words? Or, do you want to experience it again?"

Seeing the eagerness in her eyes, Song Jingwan's throat was dry.

Her voice was harsh, "Song Yaoyao, I didn't offend you this time."

"Oh."

Song Yaoyao nodded and looked away, "It's better like this."

because--

She was bored recently and asked Huo Jiu for a lot of fun things.

That includes pinhole cameras.

What a coincidence.

Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes and tapped her fingers to the sound of the music.

Because of a class's brilliant record, this time Song Jingwan's show was put to the end as the finale.

Song Jingwan's eyelashes trembled, and she gently stroked the non-existent crease on the skirt.

I always felt that Song Yaoyao's calmness was a little too far.

It's not her style.

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"Ouch!!"

Han Jun covered his stomach, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and his face was twisted into a ball.