Chapter 15 Which bastard spread the rumor that she's a good-for-nothing?
"call--"
Two hours later, Zhao Qianqian collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
Looking at Pei Jinwu, who was casually lounging with her legs crossed next to her, she questioned her existence: "How many Xuan Yue teachers did you eat?"
She was frighteningly familiar with "Breaking Dawn".
Not only can they perform every movement, but they can also pinpoint the details.
Many movements that she couldn't perform smoothly before, she made rapid progress under Pei Jinwu's guidance.
The effect is many times better than before.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she was Xuan Yue.
"There's nothing wrong with your dance. Just practice the techniques and methods you just used, and then rehearse on stage a few more times tomorrow."
"As for the dance costume..." Pei Jinwu thought for a moment, "I have a friend who has danced before, and he happens to have a similar one. We can borrow it."
"Let's go to class soon."
Pei Jinwu yawned, jumped off the table, and walked around trying to remember where she had put the seven-figure dress.
"Imamori, wait!"
Zhao Qianqian immediately got up and followed Pei Jinwu with small, quick steps, her doubts turning into complete admiration: "How do you know everything?"
This further confirms that the answer on the draft paper was also written by her.
Which bastard spread the rumor that she's a good-for-nothing?
The rumors are a misunderstanding!
...
at the same time.
Other students at the school saw Zhao Qianqian following behind the "bad student" Pei Jinwu, smiling like a sunflower.
"How did the top student get involved with Pei Jinwu?"
In a corner, a few girls were whispering to each other.
"Have you heard? Someone saw her eating at Yue Shan Ju a few days ago."
"Moon Mountain Residence?"
Upon hearing the name, all the girls' eyes widened simultaneously. "That's a top-tier restaurant. I feel inferior just walking past it."
Most of the students at Huagao High School come from average-income families.
They rarely even go to restaurants, let alone spend money at "Yueshanju," which costs the equivalent of decades or even centuries of income for an average family.
"Isn't Pei Jinwu's family in Mengjiao? How could she afford to go to Yue Shan Ju?!"
"Beautiful."
One of the girls said sarcastically, "Sometimes a pretty face is more useful than family and academic achievement."
"She's only been here a few days, and she's already turned Xu Qingye into her little follower."
"Playing this fancy game?"
The others looked at them with disdain: "I really don't know why we took them in. Zhao Qianqian will definitely be corrupted."
"So," the girl said, arms crossed, a malicious smile playing on her lips, "that kind of person should be kicked out of Huagao High School, don't you think?"
The other girls nodded in agreement.
——
School ends on Saturday.
Xu Qingye and Tang Yuan accompanied Zhao Qianqian to the Imperial Capital Cultural and Performing Arts Center for rehearsal.
Pei Jinwu's studio handles matters related to "jewelry design".
We took a taxi there to meet up.
After getting off the bus.
The girl pulled her hat down low, revealing only a third of her delicate face. She had one hand in her pocket, a candy in her mouth, and was talking to Lou Ying as she walked.
Her temperament is unbelievably good.
"Yes, it's that piece of clothing. I'll pick it up later."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Suddenly, a series of loud, shrill laughs came from not far away.
"Here's something funny, I just saw people from Huagao backstage."
Huagao?
Hearing the sound.
Pei Jinwu slowly opened her eyes and saw several boys and girls in Imperial Middle School uniforms surrounding a girl in a dance costume with exquisite makeup.
She knows her.
Shen Yunrou.
"Are they going to be reciting poetry again this year?" The boys and girls laughed so hard they almost fell over, their complaints echoing loudly.
"Can you imagine how outrageous it was when poetry recitation suddenly appeared amidst a group of dances, songs, and musical instruments back then?"
"The funny thing is, the speaker even cried while reading his own speech."
"What's going on? Are the students from Huagao High School trying to join the Party?!"
His words were full of contempt and disdain for Huagao.
Pei Jinwu said "Something came up" and hung up the phone.
Looking around, I found a few broken pieces of chalk in a corner.
The girl picked it up, rubbed it between her fingertips, and lazily looked at the group with her cool, clear eyes.
The temperature around him dropped inch by inch as the other person mocked him.
"I heard that this year it's not poetry recitation, but dancing instead." The boy in designer clothes had a look of contempt and ridicule on his face.
"puff--"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding students laughed even more exaggeratedly, "Walking up to dance after our goddess Yunrou? How dare the students of Huagao High School!"
All the high schools in the capital city participated in the gala, with each school putting on a program and performing on stage according to their respective districts.
Huagao and Dizhong are close to each other, so their performances are scheduled right after Dizhong's.
"That's right, our Yunrou is a dance competition champion, she's good at studying and has a great image, who's more suitable to be on the cover of the news than her?"
"Yun Rou will definitely be the first place winner this time."
"Please don't say that."
The praises were endless, and Shen Yunrou, who was putting on makeup, blushed. She lowered her head slightly, revealing her shy, rosy face, and said in a low voice:
"There are a lot of people participating in the performance this time, and everyone seems really talented. I'm not sure I'll win an award."
He said that, but he was secretly overjoyed.
This year's party is different from every year before.
Not only do you get a prize, but you also get featured on the front page of the news.
At that time.
Her profile in the socialite circles of the capital will increase significantly, allowing her to access even more high-end circles.
maybe--
They will also encounter wealthy and powerful young men from prominent families who are even richer and more powerful than Lu Jing.
For example: Shang Shiyan, the most famous man in the capital and the eldest grandson of a top-tier wealthy merchant family.
I heard he's unmarried and doesn't have a girlfriend yet.
If you can attract his attention and successfully join the business, you'll be set for life.
to this end.
She chose a dance by Teacher Xuan Yue that was highly difficult and began preparing long in advance.
She's even won awards for this dance, there's no reason why the party would fail.
I'm determined to get a chance to make the news.
"Alright, alright."
The boy who offered to carry Shen Yunrou's bag waved his hand and shouted, "On such a nice day, don't mention those trashy students from Huagao High School."
Yes, yes, yes.
The boy next to him chimed in, "Just thinking about it makes me nauseous. Stay away from them later, don't get tainted by their poverty and bad luck."
"Hahaha……"
A group of people were laughing again, their voices assaulting Pei Jinwu's eardrums.
Tsk.
That mouth stinks.
Pei Jinwu bit the candy into pieces, raised her left hand, and flicked it with her fingertips.
"ah--"
The laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by screams of pain.
"Who the hell threw chalk at people?!"
My lips are completely swollen.
——
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
The rehearsal at the Imperial Middle School has ended.
The three escorted Zhao Qianqian to the entrance, where they happened to run into Shen Yunrou, who was leaving with her skirt up.
Her "Flying Apsaras" dance drew enthusiastic cheers and continuous applause from the audience.
At this moment, she was as proud as a victorious hen.
"I heard you also dance Master Xuan Yue's dance?"
Unexpectedly, Pei Jinwu was also there. Shen Yunrou deliberately stopped and looked at her shabby appearance, feeling extremely smug.
"whispering sound."
Xu Qingye rolled his eyes.
"Okay, go ahead."
Pei Jinwu played games, taking down small fry with a single shot, his movements both stylish and cool.
"Um."
Zhao Qianqian clenched her hands and nodded vigorously.
How so?
Seeing Zhao Qianqian's dance costume, Shen Yunrou chuckled softly and said gently, "Every profession has its own secrets. I wish you success!"
After speaking.
Shen Yunrou deliberately walked to the audience area below the stage, waiting to see Huagao make a fool of itself.
after all
The contrast makes her seem even more perfect.
——
Happy May Day, my darlings.
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