"Really?" Qiao Songyue clearly didn't believe it. Could she have mended it in less than ten minutes? She reached out to touch and felt the outline of a piano. Qiao Songyue was startled. She lowered her head slightly and indeed saw a small piano embroidered on the side of her waist. It was simple yet elegant.
"How... how did you manage to do this in such a short time?" Qiao Songyue stared at the small piano in disbelief, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
To be fair, the girl in front of her was her love rival, her competitor.
But now... Despite the previous grudges, she had picked up the needle and thread to mend her dress and even thoughtfully embroidered a small piano considering tonight's performance.
Qiao Songyue's heart trembled. Her heart was surging with all kinds of emotions. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. But when it came to speaking, she was at a loss for words, feeling extremely tangled.
Recalling all the stupid things she had done, Qiao Songyue said "Thank you" for the first time.
Her voice was so soft that she seemed afraid of being heard by others in the dressing room.
"The more you do it, the faster you can embroider." Lin Jinran smiled. Her glass - like eyes were clear and bright.
"Don't think I'll really thank you, Lin Jinran. You and I are love rivals." Qiao Songyue crossed her arms and shouted fiercely, deliberately emphasizing the words "really thank you".
Looking at the awkward girl in front of her, Lin Jinran couldn't help but find it funny.
Saying she was helping Qiao Songyue? Not exactly.
Qiao Songyue's performance was the last one of the night. Naturally, Lin Jinran didn't want anything to go wrong with this performance and cause problems for the whole New Year's Eve party.
"I'm not helping you. I'm helping myself," Lin Jinran said calmly. "I'm in charge of hosting this New Year's Eve party. If you mess up, what should I do?"
"As long as you know that," Qiao Songyue tilted her head and snorted proudly, like a kitten that couldn't get the love it wanted.
Curious about Lin Jinran's reaction, Qiao Songyue secretly tilted her head a bit, trying to catch her expression in the mirror in front of her.
She didn't catch the expression, but was caught by the person herself.
Qiao Songyue flared up: "Why are you always looking at me!"
Then she suddenly switched to her proud mode: "Oh, I get it. You're looking at me because I'm so good - looking and comparing who is the most beautiful. Don't worry. It must be me."
After saying that, Qiao Songyue turned her whole body and looked at Lin Jinran seriously, saying word by word: "Lin Jinran, I still want to say that Su Qinian is mine and will only be mine. Don't even think about stealing him again!"
After saying this, a faint sadness welled up in Qiao Songyue's heart. Soon, she would no longer be able to see Su Qinian...
This was just a way to vent her emotions.
Lin Jinran wasn't affected by Qiao Songyue. She increasingly thought Qiao Songyue was cute in a silly way, acting out her own play with a rich inner world.
"You don't have to worry. I won't steal him. Whose he is, he will end up being. It's not up to you or me."
The door of the dressing room was pushed open. Before Qiao Songyue's assistant could catch her breath, she hurriedly said, "Lin Jinran, it's almost your turn to go on stage to host."
"Okay," Lin Jinran nodded, picked up the microphone and the name card on the dressing table, and walked out calmly.
Just as she was about to turn around, Lin Jinran looked at Qiao Songyue inside and gave a sly smile: "Oh, by the way, Qiao Songyue. The tear on the side of your dress is obviously because you've been eating too much recently. It couldn't hold up and tore. Don't blame your assistant. You should also lose weight. Su Qinian doesn't like you when you're fat～"
"LIN! JIN! RAN!" Qiao Songyue's furious roar came from behind.
Su Qinian, who was sitting in the front row of the class, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose, wondering if he had caught a cold from the cold wind when he went out to buy something just now.
He couldn't figure out why he suddenly sneezed.
Lin Jinran returned to the side of the stage. Song Langqing was relieved when he saw her coming back: "Sis, you're finally back. If you didn't come, it would be your turn to go on stage."
"Aren't you here? We can just switch the order. It's no big deal," Lin Jinran said casually, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward, clearly in a good mood.
Song Langqing: "..."
Could the order of the hosts be changed at will?
Sis, you're really too careless. Teacher Li will beat me up for sure.
"What on earth did you do? You were with Qiao Songyue for so long."
Song Langqing was really curious about what had happened. Why did Lin Jinran seem to be in such a good mood?
Wasn't it said that the two of them were at odds?
What was going on?
"It's nothing. It's my turn to go on stage. I'll go first." Seeing the people on the stage coming down one after another, Lin Jinran lifted her skirt and walked up, calmly hosting the next performance.
Time passed quickly. It was almost time for the last performance, Qiao Songyue's "Ready for Love".
She came to the side of the stage, straightened her back, and looked up at Song Langqing on the stage, just like a little swan.
Song Langqing hosted: "The sound of the piano is like a heavenly melody, playing the softest ballad in the heart; the sound of the piano is like a mountain stream, winding and twisting, full of twists and turns..."
"Lin Jinran, just wait. Wait for me to go on stage," Qiao Songyue curled her lips into a smile and looked up at the people sitting in the front row of Class One.
Lin Jinran raised her eyebrows and counterattacked: "Really? You should be careful. Be careful that your dress doesn't burst～"
Qiao Songyue glared at her angrily. Just as she was about to refute to save her face, Song Langqing said, "Now let's enjoy 'Ready for Love' brought to you by Qiao Songyue from No. 3 Middle School."
Song Langqing stepped off the stage, and someone quickly carried a piano onto the stage.
Qiao Songyue snorted and lifted her skirt to walk onto the stage. Standing in the middle of the stage, she bowed and introduced herself: "Hello everyone, I'm Qiao Songyue from No. 3 Middle School."
Then she turned around and sat down. Her skirt swayed gracefully, and the small piano on the side of her waist was particularly obvious.
As the black and white keys intertwined, the sound of the piano poured out like a spring, flowing smoothly from her fingertips.
The whole stadium was completely silent. Song Langqing leaned over and whispered, "I have to say, Qiao Songyue is really good."
"Her specialty is the piano. And is this just being 'good'? She's really excellent," Lin Jinran answered casually, still looking up at the person on the stage.
When the song was over, Qiao Songyue stood up. I don't know where she got a microphone from. She walked gracefully to the middle of the stage and gave her speech: "Actually, this song tonight was played for someone. From beginning to end, I came here for him."
The students below were in an uproar, all staring at Qiao Songyue with wide - open eyes.