Only two days remained until December 15.
In these final days, everyone had grown tense, especially Long Jin. She was the most nervous of all.
She had revised the script, arranged the daily rehearsals, and guided every detail of the performance.
If they messed it up, wouldn't it mean that the first goal she had set after becoming the new president of the Hanfu Club had gone unfulfilled?
Tomorrow, the 14th, was the Hanfu Club's leadership transition. Since they were performing on the 15th, if the transition were held on the 16th, it would be past the middle of the month.
However, Long Jin had complete say over the transition date. After all, she was already the current Student Union President. Even if they exceeded the deadline, she could just turn a blind eye herself.
If something happened to the Hanfu Club, she, as its president, would have to take responsibility.
But she was also the Student Union President. She couldn't exactly punish herself.
Since ancient times, the president of the Jiang University Student Union had also been the president of the Hanfu Club. This was common knowledge at Jiang University. Over the past four years, Tang Enqi had been the only exception.
In the dance studio, Long Jin clapped her hands and had the actors take their places, preparing for that day's rehearsal.
The leading actors had no issues with their acting, so what Long Jin worried about was whether everyone would like her adaptation of Farewell My Concubine.
Her phone contained recordings of many complete dress rehearsals, and she made time every day to watch them over and over.
She could run through her own script with her eyes closed. The scenes came to mind whenever she wanted, and she even dreamed of traveling back to ancient times