When Bai Daiyi received Jiang Cong's call, he was accompanying his girlfriend in the dressing room. Ke Manman had just finished putting on her makeup. She had a duet dance tonight.

There are too many performers and they are not in the same place.

"What's the matter, Brother Cong?" Bai Daiyi answered the phone and joked with a smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely shout my throat out in the audience later to cheer you and the little fairy!"

"Borrow some clothes from your girlfriend." Jiang Cong was a bit noisy over there, so he directly explained his purpose.

"..."

Bai Daiyi was stunned for a few seconds, thinking that he heard wrongly, and confirmed: "I'm going to...borrow some clothes from my girlfriend?"

Hearing this, Ke Manman, who was playing with his mobile phone, looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Cong said "hmm" on the phone.

Bai Daiyi seemed like an idiot, "...Brother Cong, you are popular enough without having to backtrack."

Jiang Cong: "..."

The other end was speechless for a long time, and then briefly explained what happened in a few words.

When Bai Daiyi heard this, he cursed for a long time, and then repeated the story to Ke Manman. The more Ke Manman listened, the more he frowned. At the end, he seemed to suddenly connect with something.

She slapped the table and jumped up from her chair. Her face was painted with peach-colored vitality stage makeup, which was more like a girl group, which weakened the glamor of her usual makeup. She looked extremely pretty and sweet. Now her face was full of anger.

.

"It must be that vicious maid Shen Miao'en!" Ke Manman couldn't stand Shen Miao'en's hypocrisy of pretending to be noble and always scolded her maid.

Her shout attracted the attention of many other people in the dressing room.

Bai Daiyi put the phone on speakerphone. Seeing the little princess becoming so angry, he suddenly wanted to laugh, but he had to hold it back for the sake of his life.

Ke Manman didn't care that others were looking at her. She took Bai Daiyi's hand and said to the other end of the phone: "After the rehearsal in the afternoon, I forgot my mobile phone in the auditorium. When I came back to pick it up, there was no one there. I saw her from behind.

The costume room is out, and her noble swan feathers are not placed with others, so why is she going there!"

After the performance of the first year of high school in the afternoon, there was a formal rehearsal for the second year of high school. During the rehearsal, the cello was still fine. I also checked the clothes before leaving and found that they were intact. The things were indeed damaged between the rehearsal and the official performance.

Jiang Cong frowned and his eyes darkened for a moment, but the first priority at the moment was not to settle the score with that person. He said quietly: "We can wait until the party is over to discuss this matter. Let's make up for the skirt and cello first."

Ke Manman thought about it, "I have a lot of formal dresses. I should call the driver at home and there should be enough time."

In terms of costumes, except for some individual exceptions, such as Shen Miaoen's own tutu, Miss Ke has high requirements and the costumes must be customized by herself. The rest of the ordinary performance costumes are selected by the program staff of each class and reported to the school.

It's rented from an outside clothing store, so there's nothing extra.

"But what about the cello?" Bai Daiyi asked.

The cello was borrowed from the art department of the school, and the procedures were a lot of troublesome. It also had to be signed by the teacher in charge. Who knows where the teacher will put it tonight for New Year's Eve.

"I'll find a way." Jiang Cong said.

After hanging up here, Ke Manman changed hands and called home.

"Yes! It's the handmade custom-made starlight skirt I wore to Grandpa Lu's birthday party last time. It blinded the old witch in my eyes!"

…

A third of the show has passed. The audience in front of the stage was shouting excitedly, while the faces of those behind the stage were ashen.

The skit ended perfectly with a hilarious gag. Amidst the deafening applause, the female host's voice sounded through the microphone, and after a high-level introduction: "... Next, I would like to invite student Shen Miaoen from Class 9, Grade 2, The ballet "Sleeping Beauty" brought to us by classmate Li Qiran."

Unlike Ke Manman, who is said by outsiders to be a princess, Shen Miaoen's image has been successfully created. She is an elegant goddess in the eyes of boys in No. 9 Middle School, and a gentle and well-educated lady from a famous family in the eyes of girls. She is really like her in a smart white dress. As noble as a white swan.

The cheers only rose and never fell.

Everyone looked over, and the hero sighed, "I also want to watch the goddess dance ballet."

They didn't hear the content of Jiang Cong's phone call, but they didn't know that his goddess had been called a psycho by him just a second ago.

The heroine kicked him, "It's so urgent. Do you still have the heart to watch people dancing?"

The hero pouted.

After Li Xingchen noticed that line of sight, he raised his eyes and looked over.

Their eyes met. Li Xingchen did not hide, but looked at him warmly and calmly.

On the side of the stage, Shen Miaoen stood tall and slim, with complex emotions in her eyes, all painted with a hypocritical smile.

After a moment, she withdrew her gaze and went on stage.

The hero covered his chest, "Ahhh! The goddess looked over, I'm dead."

The heroine was so angry that she beat him violently and said, "It's not over, right? Go get me the cello first!"

Li Xingchen lowered his eyes thoughtfully, then looked at Jiang Cong who was still trying to find a way to contact people by the wall. He tapped on the screen and frowned slightly.

She took out her mobile phone from her bag and walked outside, "I'm going to make a call."

The few remaining people looked at each other, shrugged and sighed, and could only sit and wait.

Jiang Cong noticed her over there, paused, and stepped over.

The night was dark and windy, and Li Xingshen was wearing a down jacket and a single sweater. When the wind came out and hit her neck, she shrank her shoulders and walked to the railing.

The phone kept beeping, and Li Xingchen clenched his fingertips.

Finally connected, the voice on the other end asked impatiently: "What are you doing?"

Li Xingchen's eyebrows lit up, "Brother, what are you doing now?"

"bath."

Li Xingchen: "..."

There seems to be the sound of water... taking a shower and answering the phone?

She had no time to think about it, "Brother, can you wash it quickly? I..."

"No." Before she could finish her words, Li Yun interrupted ruthlessly and was about to hang up the phone.

"Don't hang up!" Li Xingchen anticipated his behavior and shouted quickly.

She pursed her lower lip, and then spoke a little quickly: "I borrowed the cello from you before and said that I was going to participate in a show. Now I am about to go on stage. There is something wrong with the cello. Can you..."

Li Xingchen paused for a moment, because it was never her role to "order" Li Yun, not to mention he was still busy taking a shower.

Her voice became softer: "...can you send me your cello?"

Li Yun brushed back his wet hair and said, "...I'm halfway through the fucking bath to give you the piano?! Do you really think of me as your brother?"

"..."

There was a moment of silence, but he didn't hang up.

Li Xingchen was shivering from the cold, she hugged her arms tightly, and warmth suddenly enveloped her. She turned around, and Jiang Cong appeared behind her at some point and put a down jacket on her.

She made a shushing gesture, and Jiang Cong nodded.

Li Yun still didn't speak for a long time, but the sound of water stopped.

"Brother..." She shouted anxiously again, this time "Brother" was slightly different, soft and soft as a feather, sweet as sugar, with a little tail.

Although she did not and could not have any intention of acting coquettishly towards Li Yun, the taste came out.

When Jiang Cong heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little uncomfortable for no reason - because he had never been called that before.

Li Yun on the other end seemed to make a hissing sound, so short that it was almost impossible to catch it, "Hold it, please."

He also muttered in an irritable tone: "Who the hell is your brother?"

Li Xingchen felt that it was impossible and said in a low voice: "Then you wash..."
Chapter completed!