Watching her classmates shower her with compliments, Xia Jiaojiao couldn't hide the smug satisfaction in her heart.
Then she turned her gaze to Xia Ningxing's retreating figure. Seeing her discussing with Lu Tingli about wanting to participate in the art festival competition, a look of contempt couldn't help but flash across her eyes.
What kind of talent could a country bumpkin like her bring to the competition?
Laughable.
"So, what do you want to perform?" Lu Tingli couldn't help but ask.
Xia Ningxing replied, "Sing, of course. Don't I sing well?"
She had been an all-rounder, skilled in singing, dancing, and even playing musical instruments. Although she was now in a different body, her vocal talent remained as exquisite as ever.
"It sounds good," Lu Tingli sincerely remarked.
"Then do your best," he was about to offer his encouragement.
Xia Jiaojiao, overhearing their conversation, clenched her teeth.
