"I'm fine...Teacher Guan...it's not your fault..."
Qiao Jinling's voice was a little hoarse, like a gear lacking lubricant, and it lost the sweetness and softness it had before.
Guan Mingyue wiped her tears. Her parents had entrusted her with a good child, but she had neglected and cared for her like this. How should she explain it when she goes back?
Song Jingyan explained the nursing matters and left first because there was still something to do at the hospital. Teacher Guan specially sent her to the hotel lobby.
Only Qiao Jinling and Song Yishan were left in the room.
"How are you?"
Song Yishan's voice is also a little hoarse.
"Okay, tomorrow... I can beat you to a pulp in the finals and leave you with teeth everywhere, haha..."
Qiao Jinling's little face was pale and bloodless, and the broken hair on her forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to her face, but her eyes were shining like a little kitten walking in the dark night.
"Okay, I'll wait for you to defeat me."
Song Yishan forced out a smile.
"Then you can't let it go. I'm not only going to beat you tomorrow, but also those two. I want them to know how to take the medicine!"
The little milk rabbit turned into a little wild cat and showed off its sharp claws.
"You should take a rest. There is millet porridge here brought by my aunt. You can drink some."
Song Yishan unscrewed the insulated rice bucket. The emerald green bucket with a white lid looked very festive. He poured half a bowl of millet porridge, which was still steaming.
"good."
Qiao Jinling struggled to sit up, and just as he was about to take the bowl, Song Yishan dodged him, scooped a spoonful of millet porridge, and brought it to Qiao Jinling's mouth.
"Open your mouth."
Song Yishan's commanding tone made Qiao Jinling feel a little embarrassed at first, so she couldn't help but open her mouth and take a sip.
"Drink big."
Another bigger spoonful of millet porridge, fragrant and sticky, exuding an attractive rice aroma.
Qiao Jinling peeked at Song Yishan while eating. She felt extremely guilty. Apart from her father, no other boy had ever fed her. Even though she was a child, she felt strange.
Song Yishan, on the other hand, looked calm, with no change in expression, as if he was just doing something ordinary.
"call!"
After finally finishing eating, Qiao Jinling relaxed her tension. It turned out that being fed food in idol dramas was so sweet, it was all a lie. It was obviously the same as being tortured, and it was as uncomfortable as possible.
"Are you full? Do you want another bowl?"
Song Yishan wanted to pour millet porridge again, but Qiao Jinling quickly shook her head and refused. She finally finished the bowl, so she didn't want to suffer anymore.
Guan Mingyue also came back at this time. Song Yishan put down the bowl, stood up, and said softly: "Sleep well and play well tomorrow. You will be fine."
His voice was low but powerful.
"Um!"
Qiao Jinling nodded vigorously.
The next day, the final day finally arrived.
Originally, Teacher Guan was a little worried about Qiao Jinling's health, but she repeatedly promised that there would be no problem. She had already come this far. Even if she gritted her teeth, she had to hold on. She wanted to slap those two people hard on their faces!
"Qiao Jinling, the teacher is going to tie your hair into pigtails, why not also tie it into a high ponytail to keep your spirits up?"
"No, Teacher Guan, I need two more little hairpins and these two hair ties."
Qiao Jinling held two bright yellow silk ribbons in her hands.
——Aren’t you just jealous of me? Then today I will let you know what it feels like to be jealous to the point of heartbreak?!
She deliberately put on a new skirt made by her mother. There was no exaggerated decoration. She wore a light blue knee-length skirt made of georgette with a doll collar. There were a few small fur balls on it with white wool, embellished with them. Look.
Looks lively, cute and playful.
He just looks a little pale.
"Qiao Jinling, let's go. The organizing committee also said that they will give you makeup, powder, red lips, and a big red dot on your forehead. You will definitely look beautiful."
As Guan Mingyue packed her things, Qiao Jinling's heart clicked, and she wailed in her heart.
——I don’t want to paint my face red, it looks like two monkey butts, it’s too ugly! And those bloody red lips, don’t put a red dot on my forehead! Goodbye, my fresh and pure style!
Qiao Jinling originally wanted to make a stunning appearance, but in the end, everyone was painted into "delicate and charming" flowers, including Song Yishan.
"Haha, this is hilarious. Song Yishan, do you know you are beautiful now?"
Qiao Jinling forgot that she also had two monkey-red butts, and only cared about laughing at Song Yishan.
Song Yishan: "..."
The contestants are preparing nervously backstage. Some contestants are so excited that their hands are trembling, and some have almost read the ancient poems to death.
Qiao Jinling looked indifferent and played with the microphone in his hand. The directors asked them to familiarize themselves with the microphone and not to use it when answering questions.
It had been a long time since she had seen a microphone with a cord, and the long cord was trailing it, which was strange. After all, in her previous life, wireless microphones were even used in KTVs.
"Hey, you've never used a microphone before, right? Hold it in your hand as a rare treat. When you return to your hometown in the countryside, you can show off to your classmates."
Yao Yao came over with a red face, and with her beaming expression, she could be as exaggerated as she wanted.
"Why are you everywhere?! Are you very idle? Why do you care about my busy schedule? Do you eat too much salt? I don't want to pay attention to you at all, but you insist on sticking it up. Are you a plaster person?
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Qiao Jinling attacked directly.
"Why are you so rude? Today we are participating in a poetry competition. Can you please be more civilized?"
Yao Yao gritted her teeth. This Qiao Jinling was like a bedbug, unable to be killed and biting people randomly.
"Okay! Then I'll scold you in a civilized way! A rat has skin, but a human has no manners. If a man has no manners, what's the point of not dying!"
Qiao Jinling borrowed the most explicit, direct and hateful song "Xiang Mouse" in the Book of Songs to directly scold Yao Yao as a big rat.
"What are you talking about? Are you scolding me?"
Yao Yao couldn't understand.
"Hey! I won't tell you!"
Qiao Jinling raised her middle finger to Yao Yao.
"Lingling, are you here?"
Qiao Jinling turned around and saw Qiao Xiangxiu!
"Second aunt, why are you here backstage?"
"Thanks to meeting this little girl, she told the staff and let me in."
Qiao Xiangxiu pointed to Liang Hanyue behind him.
"Thank you, Liang Hanyue."
Qiao Jinling didn't expect that she would help.
"It's nothing. I'm very familiar with the staff here. Dad said hello. It's just that I just saw this aunt crying behind the pillar, so I couldn't bear to bring her in."
Liang Hanyue looked arrogant but proud.
"Second aunt, why are you crying? Did something happen? Did Uncle Chen bully you?"
Qiao Jinling asked quickly.
"No, how could he bully me? Lingling, you are about to go on stage, don't ask so many questions, just play well, we will talk about it after the game is over."
Only then did Qiao Jinling see that the corners of Qiao Xiangxiu's eyes were red. Countless possibilities flew through her mind. She remembered that her second aunt had only cried a handful of times since her divorce. It would definitely make her cry in public.