He Qingyan stretched out her hand and lightly strummed a taut spider silk.
Gu Ran wanted to stop her, but because everyone's clothes were disheveled, he deliberately kept his distance and it was already too late to hurry.
"Qingyan!" Yan Hanxiang frowned.
The spider silk spun and danced in the sunlight, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
"Princess Xiya, please, you're so smart, missing a few days of cram school won't matter. Join us for the tennis competition! You'll look great in a tennis outfit, better than anyone!"
An ethereal voice echoed.
The voice gradually faded, and when the slight trembling stopped, it disappeared completely.
Unbeknownst to anyone, the spider silk had split into two, one continuing to wrap around Xie Xiya and the other shooting towards He Qingyan like a sharp arrow.
"Watch out!" Gu Ran stepped forward, grabbing He Qingyan's hand.
But before he could regain his senses, the spider silk had wrapped around He Qingyan's fingertip.
