Zhao Qingxia on the stage finished her speech and completed the last rehearsal, which meant that the evening party was about to begin.
Everyone quickly changed into their carefully prepared performance costumes, but the fabrics were rather thin and could only stay on for a short while before they had to put on coats and thick pants to keep out the cold.
The changing room was built temporarily, with a few small compartments surrounded by a few pieces of cloth. It was rather simple and one had to queue up. Sun Manting changed her clothes first and waited for Zhou Yunwan outside.
At this time, several people pushed the door open and walked in from outside.
"Wow, Sister Wanwan, you look so beautiful in this dress, just like a fairy. Won't those boys be fascinated by you?" Liang Shuqin smiled and surrounded Zhao Wanwan to flatter her.
Zhao Wanwan enjoyed this very much and looked at herself in the mirror again and again.
In her opinion, being pursued by boys is tantamount to a recognition of her charm, but on the surface she still snorted in dissatisfaction: "Just praise me for being beautiful, why bring up those stinky boys?"
Although she said that, her chin was raised proudly.
Among so many programs, after taking a look around, the most eye-catching ones were the performance costumes prepared by them.
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This was something Zhao Wanwan asked her mother to use her connections to find someone to make. It's exquisite and beautiful, and it cost a lot of money. It will definitely stand out at this party.
The only drawback was that too much skin was exposed. After she put it on and admired it for a while, she couldn't help shivering because of the cold.
As a last resort, she took the coat that the person next to her was holding for her and covered her two exposed thin white arms.
"By the way, Wanwan, your coat is really nice, and the style of the buttons is also unique. Where did you buy it? I want to buy one too."
Hearing this, Zhao Wanwan looked down at her coat. This was the style she had made with Zhou Yunwan last time. "I asked someone to make this myself. I didn't buy it."
"Did you design it yourself? You are amazing. If it were me, I would never have thought that you could modify clothes like this."
Zhao Wanwan listened to her admiring tone, pursed her lips and did not admit it, but of course, she did not deny it either.
He glanced to the side guiltily, but saw half of a familiar face through the mirror. He turned around and saw that the person sitting in the corner was Sun Manting.
She subconsciously asked, "Sun Manting? What are you doing here?"
The dance program of the art troupe has always been the finale performance. After changing their clothes, the girls gathered and waited next door. They should have gone to the gathering, but they used the excuse that their individual programs were coming up and decided to be lazy and go later.
It’s nothing anyway.
But logically speaking, Sun Manting should be staying with the other girls now, so why is she here?
Sun Manting heard the other party's unfriendly tone and replied without any emotion: "I'm waiting for someone."
Sun Manting's appearance does not conform to the current aesthetic standards. Her heavy makeup makes her look a bit mean and difficult to deal with when she is not smiling.
Zhao Wanwan choked and her eyes turned for two seconds to the unique lead dancer costume under her coat. A hint of envy and jealousy flashed across her eyes. In her opinion, Sun Manting was not worthy of being the lead dancer at all.
Sun Manting had only been in the art troupe for a year, and according to her seniority it would have been her turn. However, at this time last year the position of lead dancer happened to be vacant because the previous lead dancer left the troupe due to illness.
However, she took the opportunity when everyone was sad about the previous lead dancer and took the initiative to ask the troupe leader to take over the lead dancer's position. She was appreciated by the leaders at the party and has been occupying the position of lead dancer ever since.
He seems to be non-competitive on the outside, but in fact he is more scheming than anyone else!
"Who is more important than the gathering? Why do you need to wait here?" As soon as Zhao Wanwan finished her sarcastic words, she remembered that she had been with Zhou Yunwan recently. Who else could it be if not her?
The next second, the curtain in front of Sun Manting was pulled open.
Zhou Yunwan walked out from inside.
She was wearing a red dress with ethnic colors, and her long black hair like silk was casually draped behind her. The silver ornaments on her head jingled as she walked, which could easily touch people's hearts.
What is more dazzling than the red dress is her face, her snow-white skin, her strong eyebrows and eyes, and her naturally red lips. She is obviously not wearing any makeup, but her phoenix eyes slightly curved upwards are enough to captivate everyone with their charm.
Zhou Yunwan didn't even look at Zhao Wanwan and the others. She picked up her coat and put it on her shoulders. She smiled and said to Sun Manting, "Let's go."
Seeing them about to leave, Zhao Wanwan came back to her senses from her surprise, gritted her teeth and was about to say something, but she noticed that the jacket Zhou Yunwan was wearing today was exactly the same as hers.
She was so frightened that her lips turned pale for a moment.
She prayed that no one would notice this detail, but the more she feared, the more it came true.
Liang Shuqin stopped Zhou Yunwan and said, "Zhou Yunwan, why is your coat so similar to Sister Wanwan's? Did you make it based on Sister Wanwan's coat?"
After this was said, the girl who had just praised Zhao Wanwan's coat also noticed this, "Except for the color and pattern, everything else is exactly the same."
Both of their coats had bows and buttons on them, but Zhou Yunwan's coat was pink and white with a few patterns, while Zhao Wanwan's was a solid dark blue.
The locker room was not soundproof, and Zhou Yunwan heard clearly what Zhao Wanwan and her companions said just now. She didn't get angry at the time because she was too lazy to argue with them. But now that the two of them were turning the tables, she didn't have such a good temper.
Zhou Yunwan stopped and glanced at Zhao Wanwan, who looked guilty: "Do you want to explain it yourself, or should I do it?"
“……” Noticing the gazes from the people around her, Zhao Wanwan swallowed and was speechless for a moment.
There was a long silence. Those who were perceptive had already figured out what was going on and uttered a disdainful sound.
Comparing the two sides, any discerning person could see that the one Zhou Yunwan was wearing was obviously more in line with the added style elements, and it was more aesthetically pleasing and better looking. Coupled with Zhao Wanwan's own reaction, it was clear who copied whom.
No one spoke, except Liang Shuqin, the brainless naive girl.
She tugged at the corner of Zhao Wanwan's clothes and said anxiously, "Sister Wanwan, what does she mean by this?"
Zhao Wanwan's face turned red like a monkey's bottom. She waved Liang Shuqin's hand away in anger and said, "I didn't say that I designed the coat. What does your guess have to do with me? Liang Shuqin, you are the one who talks the most."
After saying that, she angrily pushed everyone away and ran out of the room.
Zhou Yunwan did not miss the tearful expression on Zhao Wanwan's face, nor did she miss the glare she gave her when she left. She frowned speechlessly. It was her own vanity that got the better of her, and now that she was exposed, she was blaming herself, the victim?
That doesn't make any sense.
After taking a deep breath to calm her fluctuating mood, she sent Sun Manting to the gathering place of the art troupe members and found that everyone was waiting to put on makeup.
Zhou Yunwan glanced at the girls who had put on their makeup, and an indescribable look flashed across her eyes.
There were very few varieties of cosmetics in those days, and they were mainly made of natural ingredients. The only base makeup product was liquid foundation, which had a relatively thick texture and a single color. There were not as many categories suitable for different skin colors to choose from as in later generations.
Therefore, the effect of applying the whitish foundation on each person's face is different. When paired with unsuitable makeup, it is indeed a bit uncoordinated, similar to the makeup that she had seen online of primary school students in rural areas wearing when participating in art performances.
A big white face, two pink cheeks, and two thick eyebrows...
She stood there for a while, and before she could react, she was pulled over by Sun Manting to ask the makeup artist to do her makeup.
There were still one or two girls in line ahead of them, and they needed to wait a little longer. Taking advantage of this gap, Zhou Yunwan tentatively asked the makeup teacher: "Well, I see you are so busy, can I do it myself? I'll just help you lighten the burden."
She couldn't accept that kind of makeup on her face, absolutely not!
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