Yu Wen stepped back.
Clutching her waist, she painfully shuffled toward the back of the classroom. She looked as though she were pregnant, as if every step cost her dearly.
Cui Yu put on a shrill voice and called out, "Welcome back to the palace, Consort Yu!"
Zhang Chi reacted quickly too. "Greetings, Consort Yu!"
The two of them gave her a full ceremonial welcome.
Xue Yuantong was impressed. "She hit the corner of the desk just now and didn't even cry out in pain. That's amazing."
Chen Siyu understood perfectly. "Wouldn't that have been a pig squeal?"
Yes, Yu Wen was correcting each and every one of her embarrassing flaws. One day, she would become a perfect, elegant woman.
"Jiang Ning, why are you ignoring me?" Xue Yuantong looked at her foolish deskmate.
Jiang Ning was gazing out the window. At some point, the moonlight had vanished. His gaze pierced the dark sky, where a sea of deep clouds churned and rapidly swallowed the city.
"It's about to rain," Jiang Ning said.
Xue Yuantong said, "Rain? The forecast still says sunny day."
She opened Moji Weather, only to find that the forecast had updated to "severe convective rainstorm"...
Damn it, it adapts on the fly even better than my mom!
Class teacher Shan Qingrong confirmed a few more arrangements, such as having Huang Zhongfei and Han Wennuan train their singing more over the next few days and focus on preparing for the competition. After making an arrangement that made Yu Wen want to cough up blood, he finally left the classroom.
Just minutes after Shan Qingrong left, lightning suddenly flashed brightly outside, followed by a booming clap of thunder.
Rain poured down in torrents, driven against the windows by the wind. The students all felt a chill run through