Sheng Shijing is not qualified to think about whether he has a daughter or not now. What he wants is his girlfriend's calligraphy.
The calligraphy copy was presented in front of the people of the whole country.
He retracted his gaze, stood up from his mentor's seat, and walked backstage.
Although it seemed neither hurried nor slow, he was actually very fast. He finally dragged Xie Xihe into his own dressing room before Xie Xihe returned to the dressing room.
He leaned over and hugged the person.
Xie Xihe: “???”
Sheng Shijing buried his head in her neck, his voice a little muffled: "Xie Xiaogu, can you give me a name?"
Xie Xihe laughed: "Uncle Sheng, you are a little too demanding."
Sheng Shijing: "I want to get married."
It would be best if the husband is the kind you can marry and have babies with right away.
"For example..." Sheng Shijing's voice became even more muffled. He didn't know if it was Xie Xihe's illusion, but he actually heard some grievance. He continued, "Husband's husband."
Xie Xihe: “…”
With an expressionless face, he kicked the man away.
"In the next round of the doubles match between Meng Ke and I, I was drawn to play fifth. I need to go change my clothes now." Xie Xihe said, then turned and left.
Sheng Shijing: ...very ruthless.
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Although she was the fifth one, Xie Xihe only needed to touch up her makeup and change her clothes, which would take less than half an hour, so there was actually more than enough time.
I was simply looking for an excuse to leave because I was worried that I wasn't strong enough and would be seduced again.
Went straight back to the dressing room.
But just as he reached the door, he heard faint sounds of an argument coming from inside, and someone mentioned his name.
Xie Xihe raised his eyebrows slightly, pushed the door open and walked in.
In the large dressing room, Meng Ke, Xiang Si and Xue Ying were standing on either side of her, facing six or seven trainees from the groups and their agents or assistants.
With Meng Ke and Xie Xihe as the dividing line, the trainees who came on stage before them were all putting on makeup in the dressing room of the large dressing room, while the trainees after them continued to wait in the locker room.
At this moment, Meng Ke was holding a performance costume that had been torn apart, his brows glaring, "Who did this?"
The trainees on the opposite side exchanged glances and took a step back. One of them spoke as a representative, "I've already said it has nothing to do with us. Meng Ke, are you done yet?"
Meng Ke narrowed his eyes, and took on a strong offensive tone: "Just because you say it, I have to believe it?"
"You're the only ones in the dressing room. Now Xihe's costume has been torn to pieces. If it's not you, then who should it be, then who should it be?"
Xie Xihe followed her gaze and finally recognized the incomplete performance costume in her hand - it was exactly the clothes she was going to wear for the next competition.
So it's aimed at her again?
Xie Xihe glanced at the group of people opposite him and walked forward: "It has nothing to do with you?"
Xie Xihe said, his gaze lingering on each person for a moment.
It was an overly clear and bright gaze that gave people the illusion of being seen through once it fell on them.
Everyone's heart tightened slightly, and they said reflexively: "Of course not!"
He glanced at the locker room and immediately felt relieved.
Zhang Han, who had been the representative, spoke again, "Everything requires evidence. You have no witnesses, and no physical evidence. You just want to blame us for something that happened. How can you do that?"
She emphasized, "The dressing room is so small. If someone did something bad, with so many eyes around, someone would definitely notice. Since no one saw it, it only means that the clothes were already damaged."
This is because there is no surveillance in the locker room, and there is nothing you can do to them...
There was a coldness in Meng Ke's eyes, and she almost couldn't help but want to take action, but when she caught a glimpse of the girl's calm face beside her, she was moved and endured it.
Xie Xihe waited until the other party finished speaking before speaking. His voice was cold and casual. He said, "You're right. Everything must be based on evidence. We really don't have any evidence."
"So," she raised her eyes to look at them and reaffirmed, "as long as there's no evidence, it has nothing to do with you?"
Zhang Han always felt that there was something wrong with what she said, but he couldn't put his finger on it, so he simply stopped thinking about it and said with a nod of his chin, "Of course!"
Xie Xihe nodded: "Okay."
After he finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze and walked to the side of a locker without saying anything else. There were thirteen lockers in the women's locker room, one for each trainee. Things that were inconvenient for everyone to carry with them were placed in the lockers.
This includes personal items such as performance costumes prepared by yourself.
Xie Xihe stopped in front of a locker, pulled open the lock and door with force, reached out and took out a piece of clothing from the locker, and tore the clothing in two pieces in a flash.
The movement was so smooth and fast that she didn't react until she dropped the torn clothes on the ground and walked to the next locker.
Zhang Han looked at his tattered costume, his eyes bloodshot: "Xie Xihe!!!"
He rushed forward while shouting.
The other trainees were also surprised and quickly followed.
Meng Ke also reacted. While holding back his jaw that was about to drop to the ground, he said coldly, "I heard that Chen Mengyue didn't know where she was injured. She went to the hospital for a checkup but couldn't find anything wrong. But when she got home, she was lying down and couldn't get up."
Everyone's expressions froze, and their forward movement suddenly stopped.
He hesitated and didn't dare to go forward.
Xie Xihe's actions did not pause at all because of their hesitation and entanglement. At this moment, she had already opened the doors of two lockers again, took out the performance costumes inside and tore them into two pieces.
Keep going forward.
The three remaining trainees whose costumes hadn't been damaged finally couldn't sit still anymore. One of them gritted his teeth and shouted, "I remember now. I saw it before. It was Zhang Han who tore your costume!"
Xie Xihe finally stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked at the remaining three people. He smiled and said, "I remember now. Unfortunately, it's too late."
As she spoke, she forcefully opened the fourth locker and took out her performance clothes...
Tear.
Tear.
Tear.
After three consecutive sounds, the costumes of the last three people were ruined.
There were six of them, and not one was left.
The dressing room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The six trainees stared blankly at their tattered costumes, unable to believe what had happened.
At a certain moment, he suddenly looked towards Xie Xihe: "Xie Xihe!!!"
Xie Xihe leaned casually against the cabinet door behind him, raised his eyes and looked at them calmly: "What do you mean?"
How to say it?
She even asked them what they said?
Does she even know what she has done?!
Source: Mr. Sheng, Madam, She Became Globally Famous for Her Fortune Telling
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