Yu Mengni, dressed in a pristine white ballet costume, glanced at her with haughty disdain, head held high, before turning and leaving. She seemed to regard the other as a clown, not worth paying any attention to.

Ke Meiyu handed in her cassette tape and was led backstage by a senior student council member. The backstage area was full of the performers who would be going on stage later. They had already changed into their costumes and were having their makeup done by professional makeup artists at the dressing table.

"You're a bit late, classmate. We were told to arrive at 1 PM, but you only arrived at 3 PM, so you missed the lottery and can only go second to last. But that's still the last one. You'll have to wait for the other students to finish their makeup," the senior student said helplessly.

There are few makeup artists now, and each college puts on two programs, one of which is a group performance.

The competition between the colleges is fierce, and no one wants to just do a perfunctory job. Even for group performances, everyone's makeup must be done carefully, so the makeup artists have a lot of work to do.

Even if the makeup artist is exhausted by the end, the cosmetics may run out or become messy and difficult to apply.

The students passing by looked at her with pity, but not a single one stood up for her.

The foreign language department's group performance was a play, with five actors, all from well-off families and high achievers who had been exposed to foreign languages ​​early on. They were chatting and laughing with a group of girls dressed in ballet costumes.

Ke Meiyu had long been accustomed to wandering between liveliness and solitude.

In her previous life, because her father was so wealthy, she was surrounded by a bunch of cronies, with herself as their leader.

But stripped of that glamour, when he was studying at an ordinary second-tier university on his own, he was often isolated, except for a few friends.

There's no way around it; she's just too beautiful, and her spoiled, pampered nature developed from a young age. Her very existence is the source of everyone's envy.

Ke Meiyu calmly glanced at her watch. The show didn't start until 6 PM and was expected to end at 9 PM. She was the second to last performer, meaning she would have to wait until after 8:30 PM—five and a half hours…

She went directly to a lounge on the second floor of the hall, closed the door, set up an array, and entered the space.

Ke Meiyu left a message for her cousin-in-law and also placed a few Body Refining Pills in her bag. These pills were quite powerful, but they were also low-grade pills that few humans could withstand. They could temper a person's body and open up meridians and acupoints for martial arts practice.

As long as the younger cousin achieves some success in his martial arts, the couple will have a chance to conceive.

Ke Meiyu seized the time to continue her studies and practice.

She discovered that as long as she didn't use her brain, she quite liked things that involved memorization and hands-on practice. Moreover, as someone with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder and a hoarding expert, Ke Meiyu felt an irresistible urge to indulge.

She emerged from the space at the perfect time, changed her clothes, and put on heavy makeup suitable for a stage play.

Ke Meiyu was about to leave when she tried to push him out, but he wouldn't budge. It was such an old trick. Couldn't they come up with something different?

The party downstairs has already started, and I can hear the middle of the program.

Helpless, she wrapped her fingers in spiritual energy, made a light swipe, destroyed the door lock, and calmly walked out.

The situation remained tense during that era, and there was even a sense of endless darkness before dawn.

Ko Mei-yu portrays an active young woman in a foreign Chinatown who organizes all kinds of aid and protest activities in response to the suffering of her compatriots from foreign aggression.

She wore a plain pink dress with a cross-collar and wide sleeves that reached past her knees, a white fisherman's hat, and white sneakers. She waved a small red flag in her hand with the words "Never forget national humiliation, support our Chinese nation" on it.

Generally speaking, any theme related to patriotism and resisting foreign enemies is fine.

As soon as Ke Meiyu got downstairs, she ran into the senior who had shown her the way.

The other person was pacing back and forth anxiously. When they saw her coming, they quickly pulled her over, saying, "Where have you been? I couldn't find you anywhere backstage!"

Ke Meiyu pointed upstairs: "I went to change my clothes and put on some makeup."

The senior student then noticed, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and continued, "That's perfect, there are only two more performances before it's your turn."

Ke Meiyu glanced at her watch in surprise; it was only eight o'clock.

"I don't know what happened, but the program schedule was rearranged, alternating solo and group performances, and the order was changed according to the type of performance."

As the two were talking, a student rushed over: "Lin, we can't find the cassette tape number twenty-one!"

"What?" The senior student was stunned, staring blankly at Ke Meiyu. "Ke, you're the twenty-first performer!"

Ke Meiyu nodded calmly, as expected.

She glanced at the piano placed on one side of the stage and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'll just go on stage and say I'll sing a cappella."

"Um, classmate," the student who ran over said in a low voice, feeling guilty, "Could you please not mention this? Our Arts and Sports Department has been preparing for this party since the start of the semester and we haven't had a good night's sleep. We thought everything would go smoothly, but we didn't expect this to happen."

"This concerns the graduation credits of many students, and even job placement is related to these grades..."

Ke Meiyu raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Just because there are more of you doesn't mean I'm the only one who should sacrifice myself."

"Isn't there a saying that the law does not punish the masses? And shouldn't your top priority be to do everything you can to make amends and find the person who took the tape and disregarded the collective interest?"

"But this is clearly someone targeting you, why are you dragging us into it?" the student said angrily.

As soon as she said it, she regretted it. "I'm sorry, Ke, but I think everyone thinks the same way. You've been wronged this time. We're innocent and shouldn't be implicated by you."

Ke Meiyu scoffed, "It's clearly your fault for not properly storing the tapes and shirking responsibility. You were right there when I handed over the tapes, weren't you?"

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