New Year's Gala

Jiang Shanyue felt stifled by Shang Wanqing's retort. She wasn't stupid; she could tell Shang Wanqing was mocking her.

Just as she was about to fire back, the protests ahead grew even louder.

Luo Jun, the pretty boy, cried out, "Hasn't the school always emphasized diversity and inclusivity? They said the New Year's Gala should feature a hundred flowers in bloom, so why was our program rejected? I refuse to accept it!"

Gu Tai, short, dark, and sturdy, waved his fist. "My program was nurtured with blood, sweat, and tears! Every note, every movement, embodies our love for art!"

Wu Xiaoqi bounced his Basketball in agreement. "We should make the New Year's Gala a grand event where a hundred schools of thought contend!"

The Black and White Duo, who had previously held a grudge against Wu Xiaoqi, asked him, "Friend, was your program rejected too?"

Wu Xiaoqi said, "Nope. I'm performing as usual."

His parents had used their connections to secure him a spot in a program.

Gu Tai: "..."

In the senior year, the handsome and upright-looking Chai Yichen said, "Well said! I support you!"

Luo Jun asked, "Was your program rejected too?"

Chai Yichen said, "I'm the host of this gala."

Veins bulged on Luo Jun's forehead.

Wu Yunzhi, seated in the back row of the large classroom, found it strange. "What kind of program do they have?"

Lan Zichen looked completely bewildered.

Senior High School Sister was far more rational. As a performer, Jiang Shanyue said, "No matter what kind of program it is, it shouldn't have been rejected so casually. It sounds like they've suffered quite a grievance."

Little green tea Shang Wanqing affected a sweet voice. "Senior Sister should seek justice for them!"

Jiang Shanyue looked solemn. "If there has been injustice, I'm willing to