Fake daughters are wealthy

Qiao Nian didn't have another chance to keep Song Tian from holding her back. She turned around and waved to a few people.

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At the same time, on the other side of the stage, Jiang Xianrou had smashed everything in sight.

Her face was ugly, as black as the bottom of a pot, livid.

No.2?

hehe!

Principal Liang and the others really know how to play!

Jiang Xianrou's chest rose and fell violently, her head was clouded with anger, her eyelids rolled, her heart was beating so loudly that it almost jumped out of her throat.

She was sitting on the dressing table, looking at her exquisite makeup in the mirror as if she was looking at a clown. Thinking of the final ranking, she held her breath in her chest and couldn't lift it up, so she picked up the makeup liquid and slammed it on the mirror .

Glass bottles smashed against glass, and the vanity mirror cracked a spiderweb of cracks.

Jiang Xianrou's face was cold, she put her hands on the dressing table, and stared at the cracked mirror with hatred, as if she saw the defiant face of the girl she hated through the mirror.

Thinking of Qiao Nian's face and eyes looking at people loosely, not caring, her neck seemed to be strangled, and she gasped...

"Sister." Zhao Ruoqi and the others stood tremblingly in the corner, not daring to go up to persuade her, one or two, you look at me, I look at you, they are still in the daze of having lost the opening ceremony state.

In their view, they are sitting on the chasing deity and Jiang Li's support, how can the clinical department lose to the traditional Chinese medicine department with few people.

But as a result, they lost to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

And when Qiao Nian and Song Tian went up to perform, they hid in the background and watched clearly. It's hard to say who will win and who will win in the dance, but the senior sister was indeed crushed by the one named Qiao Nian. .

That person stood on the stage, wanton and tired, even if he only occupied a small corner of the stage, he was still eye-catching, like the center of the audience.

The electronic piano version of 'Nirvana' crushed all the scum left of the senior sister's piano version.

Zhao Ruoqi watched Jiang Xianrou gradually calm down from the initial rage. She bit her lip, not daring to speak her mind. She walked over bravely and said angrily, "Senior sister, this result must be a shady scene!"

"The school just wants to welcome newcomers, and the principal is too much. Even if they want to win the college entrance examination, they can't score randomly. Or...or let's talk to the professor and let the professor come forward..."

What she meant was to ask Liang Lu to go out and ask for a new score.

At this moment, Jiang Xianrou's mind was still immersed in embarrassment. Hearing her words, he suddenly raised his head to look at her.

Those fierce eyes seemed to be able to swallow Zhao Ruoqi.

Zhao Ruoqi's back was hairy from being stared at by her, she couldn't help shrinking her neck, and called her uneasily: "Senior Jiang..."

Sister Jiang looked at her like this, it was scary, as if she was going to eat people.

Jiang Xianrou was called out by her, and seemed to come back to her senses, her eyes flickered, she looked away from her, and lowered her voice arrogantly and unwillingly: "I asked Professor Liang to intervene in the result of the competition, but it doesn't mean telling everyone that I can't lose rise?"

"I, I didn't mean that, I just complained for you, senior." Zhao Ruoqi was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she quickly explained: "Their results clearly bullied us, senior, you put so much effort into this stage , they are too much for me to bear..."

"I know."

Jiang Xianrou seemed to have calmed down a little, and she said something understanding, but her fingers were clenched tightly, and her knuckles turned white.