A shadow enveloped her again. Ye Jian looked up instinctively… Liu Yang had returned. His eyes were even brighter than before.
"Ye Jian, how about this? Why don't you… stand on the stage for a while and say a few words on behalf of our class? If you really can't do it, you can wear a dress and walk around the stage. How about that? Help! Hero, every class has to produce five performances. Our class is severely lacking in artistic backbone. If we can't even produce five performances, we'll lose our collective points!"
Liu Yang looked like he wanted to commit suicide.
Ye Jian told him very responsibly, "I can't help you. If I go up, I'm afraid that I'll lose all our points. I only lip-synced for the chorus last time. I didn't make any sounds at all. This is the truth. It's good that you know it now."
She wasn't lying. That was the truth!
