Shen Xun sneered and grabbed his collar. “What did I just warn you, huh?”
“I didn’t ask for this! Ugh—”
It no longer felt like his body was his own. All his organs felt twisted together and they seemed to be rebelling.
He had already run to the toilet multiple times and he was about to collapse.
Shen Xun kicked him onto a chair, and he weakly stopped moving.
Shen Xun’s expression sank. “Where’s that bottle of water gone? Did you drink it all?”
He just made a casual comment earlier, he didn’t mean for something to actually go wrong.
Han Jun was actually dropping out at the last moment.
“N-no…” Han Jun held his stomach and frowned. “After what you said, how could I drink it? There’s still half a bottle. It’s over…”
He lifted his hand and pointed, but the place where he put the bottle was empty.
Everyone else’s bottle was there except for his.
“Ha…”
Shen Xun furrowed his brows and frowned. “They came prepared.”
“Brother Xun, are you trying to say…”
Before he finished speaking, Han Jun looked like he had reached his limit. He held his stomach and huddled up like a prawn.
Meanwhile, Shen Xun called the ambulance.
Han Jun listened to his cold voice and gritted his teeth in pain. His eyes were red, “Brother Xun…sorry…”
“Hurry to the hospital”—Shen Xun refused to even look at him—”Otherwise, I may kill you.”
Han Jun huddled into a ball in an aggrieved manner.
“If your brain is useless, I suggest you donate it to someone who needs it.”
Han Jun was quickly taken away by the ambulance.
Everyone quickly found out that a student who was about to perform had been taken away by the ambulance because of stomach pain.
The foreboding feeling that Song Yaoyao felt continued to grow.
Meanwhile, An Feiran approached dressed in a prince costume and shook his head.
Song Yaoyao understood.
“The next performer will be Han Jun from Class 3-3! Please stand by!”
“Han Jun’s been taken to the hospital. This performance is canceled,” someone said.
The student in charge of managing the backstage was shocked. He nodded his head and got ready to call the next performer.
“Who said it’s canceled?”
Song Yaoyao interrupted. “I’ll sing.”
After saying this, she raised her hand and undid her bun. Her jet black hair fell down like silk and glistened.
Song Yaoyao removed her jacket. Underneath, she had a sweater and a white skirt.
“No…who are you? You can’t just replace him as you like…” the boy scratched his head and explained. He didn’t know who Song Yaoyao was.
Amusement appeared in An Feiran’s eyes. When it came to Song Yaoyao, he had complete confidence in her.
“She is our class president and this performance slot belongs to our class. Han Jun can’t perform because he was sent to the hospital, but this is an opportunity reserved for our class so we will definitely take advantage of it.”
Wearing a white suit with golden hemming, the curly-haired boy revealed a clean smile. However, his voice was slightly threatening.
The boy’s eyelids twitched. “Fine… Do you want to keep the original song? Or do you want to pick a new one? You better decide quickly. I need to notify the host.”
“What was he supposed to sing?” Song Yaoyao asked.
The boy looked at the schedule. He then glanced at the delicate little girl and cleared his throat. “Serve My Country…”
An Feiran held his head. “…”
This was that idiot’s style.
Song Jingwan’s lips curved and she almost let out a laugh.
“Yaoyao, can you sing?”
Shen Xun sneered and grabbed his collar. “What did I just warn you, huh?”
“I didn’t ask for this! Ugh—”
It no longer felt like his body was his own. All his organs felt twisted together and they seemed to be rebelling.
He had already run to the toilet multiple times and he was about to collapse.
Shen Xun kicked him onto a chair, and he weakly stopped moving.
Shen Xun’s expression sank. “Where’s that bottle of water gone? Did you drink it all?”
He just made a casual comment earlier, he didn’t mean for something to actually go wrong.
Han Jun was actually dropping out at the last moment.
“N-no…” Han Jun held his stomach and frowned. “After what you said, how could I drink it? There’s still half a bottle. It’s over…”
He lifted his hand and pointed, but the place where he put the bottle was empty.
Everyone else’s bottle was there except for his.
“Ha…”
Shen Xun furrowed his brows and frowned. “They came prepared.”
“Brother Xun, are you trying to say…”
Before he finished speaking, Han Jun looked like he had reached his limit. He held his stomach and huddled up like a prawn.
Meanwhile, Shen Xun called the ambulance.
Han Jun listened to his cold voice and gritted his teeth in pain. His eyes were red, “Brother Xun…sorry…”
“Hurry to the hospital”—Shen Xun refused to even look at him—”Otherwise, I may kill you.”
Han Jun huddled into a ball in an aggrieved manner.
“If your brain is useless, I suggest you donate it to someone who needs it.”
Han Jun was quickly taken away by the ambulance.
Everyone quickly found out that a student who was about to perform had been taken away by the ambulance because of stomach pain.
The foreboding feeling that Song Yaoyao felt continued to grow.
Meanwhile, An Feiran approached dressed in a prince costume and shook his head.
Song Yaoyao understood.
“The next performer will be Han Jun from Class 3-3! Please stand by!”
“Han Jun’s been taken to the hospital. This performance is canceled,” someone said.
The student in charge of managing the backstage was shocked. He nodded his head and got ready to call the next performer.
“Who said it’s canceled?”
Song Yaoyao interrupted. “I’ll sing.”
After saying this, she raised her hand and undid her bun. Her jet black hair fell down like silk and glistened.
Song Yaoyao removed her jacket. Underneath, she had a sweater and a white skirt.
“No…who are you? You can’t just replace him as you like…” the boy scratched his head and explained. He didn’t know who Song Yaoyao was.
Amusement appeared in An Feiran’s eyes. When it came to Song Yaoyao, he had complete confidence in her.
“She is our class president and this performance slot belongs to our class. Han Jun can’t perform because he was sent to the hospital, but this is an opportunity reserved for our class so we will definitely take advantage of it.”
Wearing a white suit with golden hemming, the curly-haired boy revealed a clean smile. However, his voice was slightly threatening.
The boy’s eyelids twitched. “Fine… Do you want to keep the original song? Or do you want to pick a new one? You better decide quickly. I need to notify the host.”
“What was he supposed to sing?” Song Yaoyao asked.
The boy looked at the schedule. He then glanced at the delicate little girl and cleared his throat. “Serve My Country…”
An Feiran held his head. “…”
This was that idiot’s style.
Song Jingwan’s lips curved and she almost let out a laugh.
“Yaoyao, can you sing?”
