The rehearsal for the freshman evening party lasted until after eight o'clock. As time progressed, fewer people were left rehearsing in the auditorium, starting with the opening dance of the Literary Arts Department.
There were nine girls, all uniformly tall and slim, with a few in the very front row wearing matching outfits consisting of pleated skirts and white sneakers, although their socks varied.
Standing in the central position leading the dance was Zheng Yanyan, wearing white knee-high socks. Her legs were already long, and the socks accentuated that, making her indeed the most beautiful one. She even managed to send some flirtatious glances to Zhou Yuwen while dancing.
Zhou Yuwen's class had perhaps the least distinctive performance, and the students weren't very engaged.
Because most people wondered, why were the other classes full of song and dance while ours was just a choir?
If we're to win any award at all, it'd only be the third place.
