Fruit Girl

"Next time you take photos, remember to hold them steady."

After saying that, Jiang Ning pushed his Mountain Bike away.

Xue Yuantong followed closely behind him. Compared to how timid she had been in front of those girls just now, Yan Chuchen suddenly noticed that the little girl's entire bearing had changed. Why had her steps become so arrogant? Telling us to hold our phones steady when taking pictures? Who does she think she is? The long-haired girl beside her grew annoyed and had wanted to throw a few words back at them.

Yan Chuchen suddenly said leisurely, "Are we still taking photos?"

They had spent 26 yuan on two cups of milk tea, intending to drink them after taking their photos. Instead, her friend's hand had trembled, and both cups had smashed onto the ground.

Even Yan Chuchen, who was always confident and composed, could not help feeling regretful. If they had only held one cup for the photo just now, would they not have been so unlucky?

The long-haired girl asked, "Sis, everyone says you're capable. See if there's any way to save this."

Yan Chuchen's gaze shifted toward the ground. Milk tea had spilled everywhere, leaving a complete mess. The fragrance of tea and milk drifted through the air, seemingly proclaiming the tragedy that had just occurred.

Looking at the milk tea mixed with dirt, Yan Chuchen felt full of regret and helplessness. Her poised, elegant face showed utter helplessness.

Yan Chuchen was in her final year of high school. Since her first year, she had been chosen as the host for every major event at No.4 Middle School. Dressed in full formal attire and heavy makeup, she had been the center of attention for the entire school, surrounded by endless applause.

But... Yan Chuchen glanced at