The school anniversary arrived at Class Nine without much anticipation, beginning with the performances of the ninth graders.
Luo Qianqian tugged at the Hanfu beneath her uniform, her face etched with dilemma. Who would have known that the class's art committee member Xia Qi could pull this off? Who knew that Xia Qi was actually the daughter of the head of the opera house, where a shortage of costumes and props was the least of their problems?
But, given Xia Qi's and Pei Yuhao's inclusion, as well as the availability of wigs, Luo Qianqian suppressed the urge to complain.
"Qianqian, can you see?" The first-year students seated behind in the auditorium were slightly higher up but could still be blocked by the people in front, especially since a taller boy from Class Seven was in front of Luo Qianqian.
