Lu Li's livestream was soon overrun by viewers. Angry comments flooded the screen until the stream was shut down.
Some people even went to the venue and threw rotten eggs at him. One struck Lu Li squarely on the head. Thick yellow egg ran down his cheeks, giving off a foul stench. His face turned as dark as thunder. The scene was quite a spectacle.
The press conference was lively, to say the least. Afterward, Lu Corporation's stock plunged twenty percent, costing the company over a billion yuan. Lu Li had single-handedly given everyone a perfect demonstration of shooting himself in the foot.
Qin Shiyue regretted not going to see the bastard in such a sorry state. Still, the blow had left Lu Corporation reeling. Even if Lu Li hadn't died of rage, he had probably lost half his life. It would be hard for him to stir up trouble again.
Now they could only hope Qi Yang would deal with Lu Li soon, return to school, and spend the final two years of high school with them. If not for Lu Li, his life—his high school years—would have been bright and wonderful.
When classes ended at noon, their performance group headed to the school auditorium as planned to rehearse.
As the class arts representative, Qin Shiyue had thoughtfully ordered afternoon tea for everyone. They rehearsed over milk tea, chatting and laughing. The atmosphere had never been so cheerful.
Even Jiang Nian, usually the quietest of them all, had gradually come out of her shell after spending time with everyone. No longer timid and afraid to speak, she talked nonstop, worrying first about their costumes and then about their hair and makeup.
Chen Jiashu couldn't resist teasing her. "Jiang Nian, how did we never notice you were secretly such a