On Monday morning after class, Cao Liwan approached her: "Your program was selected."
"Who told you that?" Li Qiao was planning to find Xue Lingqing at noon to inquire about the result.
"Our Arts Department head." Cao Liwan was somewhat jealous; she had rehearsed for nearly two weeks, with costumes and music all meticulously prepared, considering her act flawless.
Yet, it could not compare with Li Qiao's last-minute program submission.
She really suspected Li Qiao had pulled some strings.
Li Qiao's eyes lit up, Selected?
Cao Liwan added, "Our head asked me to see if you'd like to join our department."
Li Qiao now understood why the other had told her this, due to an order from above, she straightforwardly refused: "Not interested."
She was only after the credits.
Joining the Arts Department would certainly bring a slew of miscellaneous tasks and would interfere with her part-time job. She had two translation drafts in hand that she hadn't finished yet.
