Chapter 2013 — The Freshman Gala, Part Three
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Back in his seat, Wang Xinyan was still sitting beside Wei Zhao, while Han Jingyi sat on Wang Xinyan's other side.
Wang Xinyan did not ask about what had happened earlier, only watching the performance quietly, as though she had never seen Xu Shilan and Wei Zhao embrace at all.
Han Jingyi was even more remarkable: while everyone else watched the show, she was fiddling with a tablet. Had she been playing a game it would have been one thing, but a glance from Wei Zhao showed she was not—her screen was filled with formulas and data Wei Zhao could not make sense of, and he had no idea what she was writing...
Zhang Duopan was beside himself with fury. He had been on the verge of complete success, and then Wei Zhao had gone up and hugged Xu Shilan, and the whole thing was resolved just like that; it seemed Xu Shilan had recovered as well. Though Zhang Duopan had no idea how Wei Zhao had done it, he loathed him to the bone for wrecking his plan—he could have killed him.
Originally, had Xu Shilan slipped up, first place would surely have been Cheng Yiyi's; but now Cheng Yiyi had no choice but to settle for second.
Hearing the praises of the classmates around him made Zhang Duopan even more furious!
"How beautiful! So this is how wonderful college life is!"
"Yeah, I'm so full of longing now—I wish a Prince Charming would drop right out of the sky..."
"I used to think college life was boring, but now it looks like it's only just beginning. I'm so envious!"
"How nostalgic—all of this... we've all been through it too!" a fourth-year student said with feeling.
And these voices were, without a doubt, an affirmation of the pharmacy program's performance. Zhang Duopan's expression was as black as could be.
"Damn it, can you all shut up for a moment? What the hell's so great about 'good, good, good'?" Seeing Zhang Duopan's foul mood, Fan Ganhe shot to his feet and snarled at the surrounding students.
"Who do you think you are? Believe I'll cut off your head and hang it on a telephone pole?" Li Biaohan loathed Wei Zhao, but he was a fan of Xu Shilan's singing; hearing Fan Ganhe kicking up a racket in front, he was instantly annoyed...
Fan Ganhe had heard rumors of the tough characters at the school, and seeing that it was Li Biaohan, he was so frightened he didn't dare let out a peep; he slunk back to his seat in a hurry.
"Forget it. Our turn is coming up soon—go get ready," Zhang Duopan said darkly. He was still quite good at keeping his composure; though the plan had failed, their class's performance still had to be given everything.
Zhang Duopan and Fan Ganhe rose and headed for the backstage dressing room. He had already prepared an excuse for losing anyway; never mind that this attempt had failed—it wouldn't affect much.
"Meiyue, Bai Weituo and the others' performance was a great success!" Chai Xiaoling said with a grin, munching on potato chips. "This time Zhang Duopan is bound to lose!"
"Just eat your chips. Zhao Shengji bought those for you, didn't he? That glutton—careful he doesn't turn you into a fat girl too!" He Meiyue retorted crossly.