Class 8 New Year's Gala.
After Bai Yuxia's dance ended, Shen Qing'e stood in a corner of the classroom, her eyes full of envy.
What she envied was not Bai Yuxia's looks, but her talents. Unlike herself, Shen Qing'e had grown up in a town in her hometown, where there had been no opportunity to learn dancing. There had not even been any so-called dance training classes in town.
Shen Qing'e was hardly good at anything. Vocal music, art, dance—she knew none of it.
The town had been too small. All the students there had been like her, with nothing but studying from childhood onward, never able to see the outside world. By the time many trendy things reached the town, they were already outdated.
So when her older sister suggested that she come study in Yuzhou City, Shen Qing'e had not needed much time to think before coming over.
For many children from small towns, this had been a chance to change their fate—a chance to leave that backward little town sooner.
Shen Qing'e smiled again. It was fine. As long as she started catching up now, she would surpass Bai Yuxia sooner or later.
She was about to host a little game. Although the earlier performances had run into a bit of trouble, class monitor Huang Zhongfei had set things right, and the rhythm had returned to normal. Now it was her turn to take control.
"Was Bai Yuxia's dance beautiful? After such a wonderful dance, we need a little game to relax!"
Ma Shicheng hurriedly shouted from the audience, "No need! We don't need one!"
"Hurry up with the next performance! I want to see Dragon Bro's Moonwalk!"
"Yeah, yeah, hurry up!" Ma Shicheng continued in a different voice, playing two roles by himself.
Shen Qing'e glared