She squeezed the admission ticket in her hand tightly, and the beads of sweat from her palms wet the handwriting on it, blurring a small piece.

It just so happened that the name of the school on the admission ticket was the one that made the flower.

"Let me see what good schools people have applied to," one of her roommates rushed up, snatched the admission ticket from her hand, and looked through it several times, but she couldn't tell which school it was.

With their level, it is inevitable to give up applying for the dance academy, so they can't recognize which school's admission ticket is the name of the school.

"What is this?" The girl holding the admission ticket in her hand did not hide her contempt for Song Xian between her eyebrows, "Alas, it is estimated that it is just one more school in other places than us to protect the bottom. With her little ability, can she still put on wings and fly to the sky?"

Song Xian saw that her admission ticket was crumpled by her roommate and thrown into the trash can in the corner of the printing shop, although she was very distressed, she was also secretly relieved - they didn't see which school their admission ticket was.

If you really see it, you don't know what ugly words to say.

The toad wants to eat swan meat, the eyes are higher than the top, and the frog at the bottom of the well doesn't count the famous school...... It may be many times worse than that, and they can say it too.

Song Xian's confidence at the moment was all given by Bai Yilun. If there is no encouragement and guidance from Bai Yilun, even if Song Xian tries her best during the training camp, I am afraid that she will not be able to do it in the end; And without her crush on Bai Yilun as her spiritual support, I am afraid that she will not dare to "delusionally" be admitted to her dream school.

In short, when Bai Yilun was not around, Song Xian was relatively vulnerable. At this time, if her roommates find out that she is going to apply for a dance academy, I am afraid that those ugly words will instantly overwhelm her and break her will.

This situation occurred when confidence was needed the most, and Song Xian couldn't say whether she had the courage to break the boat. She doesn't seem to be free and steady enough to completely block the comments brought by irrelevant people, gritting her teeth and fighting only for what she wants.

"They're gone...... "It's good to be gone." Song Xian muttered as she looked at the backs of her roommates walking away.

Arrogant, taking pleasure in squeezing her...... When the roommates saw her, they went into the print shop, hurt her like an animal, and then walked away as if satisfied, ignoring her.

"Master, please help me print another one." She confirmed that they had left, and it was impossible for them to come back halfway to trouble her, so she cautiously asked the master to make another admission ticket.

The school's official website says that the handwriting on the admission ticket is clear, and it doesn't matter if it's folded. In order to ensure the safety of the admission ticket, Song Xian carefully folded it, put it in the close pocket of her jacket, and closed the zipper.

Come to think of it, it is impossible for anyone to know which school she applied for behind everyone's back.

Just remember that on the day you go to school, you must wear this coat.

Hold on until the end of the exam, and then endure these roommates until the end of the exam...... After you get through it, you can go back to your high school with your certificate and full of motivation to continue to review your cultural classes.

"Have you eaten?" Song Xian returned to the dormitory, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw her roommate who didn't take off his shoes and put his legs on the bed frame. At this moment, she was dangling her legs, and a pair of eyes swept around Song Xian's body, just to see if she had printed a new admission ticket, "I saw that the words on your admission ticket were stained just now, so I threw it away for you." Why, didn't you print a new one?"

See, the person who bullies you never thinks they are at fault. On the contrary, they will be complacent because of your cowardice, and even have enough confidence to say that the white is black and the black is white.

"Thank you." Song Xian was used to the low pressure in the dormitory, and at this time, she had something as important as the admission ticket on her body, so she thought about simply giving in and revealing the topic first. "The print shop ran out of ink, and the boss said that the ink cartridge was still on the way to the express, and there was some delay. I'm not going to print today, and I haven't eaten yet."

"Okay, you can go to the cafeteria and eat by yourself. Remember to throw away the garbage at the door."

Sure enough, nothing good awaited her. Song Xian knew that her roommate would not let her go for a moment. Of course, going out to throw out the garbage and go to the cafeteria for a meal is also a good opportunity to avoid contact with roommates.

I said yes, "Okay."

"Well, let's go, let's go." Several roommates waved her out of the classroom, as if they would be unlucky to look at her any more.

When Song Xian went downstairs halfway downstairs with a garbage bag, she suddenly realized why her roommates refused to throw away the garbage.

I don't know exactly what's inside the garbage bag, but it emits an unpleasant sour smell, and there is an unknown liquid oozing out drop by drop along a hole in the garbage bag.

Another thing Song Xian can be sure of is that she never saves so much garbage without throwing it away, so among these garbage bags, there is no garbage that she should have thrown away.

It's all the "good stuff" her roommate saved for her.

After the garbage was thrown into the garbage room, Song Xian's fingers and even her clothes were stained with this strange stench, and her trouser legs were accidentally stained with a few drops of the unknown liquid, and the whole person was embarrassed and exuded a bad smell.

"This look, how can you go into the cafeteria to eat......" Song Xian, who was going to quit dinner in order to lose weight, was "kicked out" of the dormitory by her roommate today, and she was really hungry at this time, and she began to worry about whether she could still sit in the cafeteria and eat.

Let's take a look first and see if there are too many people in the cafeteria...... Usually at this time, everyone goes back to the dormitory to rest, right?

It's not a meal anymore, and it's just a small dance school, and the people who come to eat are basically a group of high school students who strictly follow the dance school schedule...... Except for those who go out to take small classes like themselves.

Let's hope there aren't many people in the cafeteria. You can find a spot in the corner and grab a bite to eat.

She walked all the way to the cafeteria, and she was relatively lucky, at least there were no oncoming students covering their noses in front of her or turning on the spit mode with their partners...... She came to the door of the cafeteria with relatively no psychological burden.

Fortunately, there were very few people in the cafeteria. In order to avoid gaining weight, Song Xian ordered duck blood vermicelli pot, and also replaced the sweet potato flour with konjac flour.

"Whew......" she carefully scooped up a handful of vermicelli with her chopsticks and blew on it, when a student suddenly appeared on the other side that she didn't know.

Huh? Wouldn't this person resent the smell of his body? Why did you sit down next to you so much?

She actually wanted to say, classmate, can you not sit here? But it would be inappropriate to say that, after all, she couldn't come up with a suitable reason for her family to leave.

If she said that she was waiting for someone, the seat opposite her would have been empty, and if the other party didn't leave the cafeteria, things would gradually turn out to be embarrassing......

That's it, since the other party is willing to sit here, I'm afraid he won't care much about the smell. If you insist on persuading him to leave, it's really unnecessary, just a matter of being willing to fight and be willing to suffer.

Song Xian was about to bury her head and continue eating, and soon, a smell worse than the smell of the clothes on her body was even worse...... The smell went straight into her nose and choked her so much that she wanted nothing more than to sneeze.

It's snail powder!

The boy opposite, who looked fairly white, sat opposite her with a big bowl of snail noodles.

In this huge canteen, there are only two voices of people chattering with powder...... The boy is very sincere, and he directly and hardcore chooses to eat white rice noodles instead of low-calorie konjac noodles. But looking at his appearance, it doesn't look like he's in a hurry to lose weight.

He looks like Sven, but he didn't expect to look quite "bold" when he was squirting noodles - taking a big gulp of noodles, drinking red oil soup in large gulps, fried eggs and large slices of yuba are even more stuffed into his mouth, and the corners of his mouth are stained with soup when chewing.

This kid, this eats like ......

Song Xian felt that in comparison, the smell of this boy's food was more aggressive. She also began to slowly let go of her attachment to eating, and just wanted to be fast.

Hurry up and finish eating, hurry up and evacuate. This smell is really deadly!

"Little sister, I'm sorry. I usually love to eat this, so I always have to find a remote seat to eat by myself, for fear of the people around me...... What do you think of me. I just, I just smelled the same smell in your seat, and I thought maybe you didn't hate this, so I just took it upon myself to sit next to you. I'm so embarrassed." After the wind and clouds generally ate up the whole snail noodles, the little boy realized it and scratched his head embarrassedly.

Song Xian: ......

So embarrassed, why did you go earlier? What if you ask more?

However, he was worried that if someone else in the cafeteria returned, it would be understandable to find a suspected recipient of the strange food and eat at the same table for the sake of safety.

There's nothing wrong with that, so there's no need to be angry. But why did Song Xian feel so unhappy in her heart?

She raised her hand and sniffed lightly at the cuff.

Uh, sure enough.

It stinks even more.

It stinks like you've been soaked in swill, and you can't smell it at all.

"Oh, it's fine. I have to go." Hurry up and get out of this cafeteria that looks like it's been blown up by a smelly bomb. Thinking like this, Song Xian was ready to get up and leave.

"Ah, wait." The little boy still refused to let her go, and pulled at her stinky cuffs, "This cuff and the teardrop-shaped marks on your trouser leg should be the snail flour soup that I accidentally spilled when I ate it." I've soiled your clothes, so if you don't change them and bring them to me, I'll wash them for you." If you can't get rid of the marks on it, I'll give you a new one."