Film Empress Reborn: The CEO Lives Next Door

It's rumored that the young master of the imperial capital is a flawless, world-class lover, but he has a few personality flaws. How do you, Sister Shen, view this?

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Chapter 413 The Late Boy

Chapter 413 The Late Boy

This exaggerated voice immediately attracted the attention of many people, many of whom were students preparing for exams. Some recognized Shen Pianxian and some did not. They all began to exchange subtle glances and whisper to each other.

"What's going on?"

“Isn’t that Shen Pianxian? She almost fell down after being bumped by Yao Meng?”

"Are you pretending? It feels so fake, the aura of a white lotus is overwhelming."

"By the way, doesn't she never go to class? Why doesn't she skip the final exam too?"

"Isn't it? It's good to have a backer. You don't have to do anything and you can still be more famous than us and climb higher than us."

The sounds were not loud, but just loud enough to reach Shen Pianpian's ears.

The girl looked up and met the vaguely malicious glances coming from all corners. She frowned slightly, then glanced away indifferently. She finally glanced at the girl who bumped into her. The girl was still smiling and looking at her with provocative eyes full of malice. However, the girl said nothing, but just casually patted the shoulder that had just been bumped, as if patting away some non-existent dirt, then turned her eyes away and left calmly.

There was no anger, no quarreling, not even a sneer.

She had just looked at them as if they were buzzing flies over a garbage dump.

This kind of careless disregard is the real and most destructive counterattack.

It was like a huge, loud slap in the face of these busybodies.

The scene fell into a brief silence. The girl who bumped into someone turned blue, then red, then blue again. After a long while, she gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sound.

"I don't know how many beds this piece of trash has climbed on yet he dares to be so arrogant! What the hell!"

·

What happened just now had some impact on Shen Pianpian's mood.

After all, she was not strong enough to ignore all unprovoked malice.

So the girl is very angry now, and the angrier she is, the more she decides to outperform everyone else in the upcoming exam.

"Oh shit."

The girl uttered the Three Character Classic expressionlessly, then forced a fake smile and walked towards Teacher Xiang.

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The exam is about to begin.

Many students have entered the auditorium to vote.

Miss Fu sat in a good seat, and Yan Yi also slowly walked out from the backstage and found a seat near the front and sat down.

Looking at the huge stage with advanced facilities, the assistant, in line with his professionalism, suddenly regretted not bringing a professional camera. Otherwise, if he recorded Miss Shen's performance in full and put it online, it would definitely get good exposure.

Oh, you said we can use the school’s camera to record it?

Compared to school, Mr. Yan certainly believes more in his own skills.

After my mind was blank for a long time, a teacher finally walked onto the stage. It was Director Xiang.

"No more nonsense," Director Xiang said directly. "As everyone knows, this final exam is about the daily life of a mentally ill patient. Candidates only need to perform freely according to their own understanding. The performance time is four minutes. Slight overruns and early endings are allowed, but no more than thirty seconds before or after. Time is limited, so I hope all the candidates backstage will make good use of it."

When Teacher Xiang left the stage, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed.

The first one will not be Shen Pianpian.

Yan Yi casually scanned the scene, but suddenly stopped at a corner in front.

Is this an illusion? Isn't Cheng Zhiyuan on a business trip?

The assistant's eyes were a little cold behind his glasses. Just when he was about to take a closer look, the tightly closed door of the auditorium behind him was suddenly pushed open by someone.

The bright light from the sky suddenly poured in, and everyone couldn't help but look back.

The young man, wearing a white shirt, stood in the light, holding the door frame with both hands, took a deep breath, and calmly adjusted his breathing that was disordered by running.

However, he bowed slightly to his classmates and teachers who were looking at him, and gracefully made an apology.