The classroom of Class Nine-Eight-Three was bustling because the class not only had a performance by Jiang Xue, but also other performances, including dance and comedy skits.

The students performing the comedy skit were rehearsing, while those participating in the dance were doing some simple warm-up exercises. Only Jiang Xue sat in her seat, looking as if she was completely calm and composed.

Many people saw Jiang Xue like this and wanted to say something, but didn’t know how to start. Some people who didn’t understand the situation even thought Jiang Xue was doing it on purpose. They thought she signed up deliberately but was not taking it seriously.

At this moment, a girl ran up to Jiang Xue and said, "Jiang Xue, why aren’t you preparing properly? We’re going on soon."

"Prepare for what?" Jiang Xue raised her head to look at the girl and asked.

"You?" The girl couldn’t find words, glared at Jiang Xue, and walked away angrily. At this time, someone who couldn’t stand to watch anymore said to Liu Yiming, "Class President, you should go persuade her."

"Exactly, Class President, the program is already set. Canceling is definitely not an option. Instead of this, it would be better to think of a way to get through this."

"Otherwise, we’ll really be embarrassed. If that happens, our Class Nine-Eight-Three will definitely be famous."

Liu Yiming listened to everyone’s words, thought for a moment, and finally walked up to Jiang Xue, saying, "Jiang Xue, do you have a moment? I’d like to talk to you."

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Xue raised her head slightly and glanced at Liu Yiming, saying, "I wasn’t the one who signed up for the program, right? I’ve said it before, whoever caused this should fix it."

Liu Yiming was at a loss for words by Jiang Xue’s response. This situation was caused by Liu Meimei; should Liu Meimei handle it?

With this thought, Liu Yiming looked up at Liu Meimei. Liu Meimei was startled when she met Liu Yiming’s gaze and then lowered her head.

This was indeed her doing, but as for solving it, she wouldn’t dream of it. She was waiting for Jiang Xue to make a fool of herself today. Thinking this, Liu Meimei spoke up, "Jiang Xue, things have come to this point, don’t make it hard for the Class President. If there was a way, he would have helped you solve it long ago."

"Now that it can’t be solved, we can only ask you to endure it. When the time comes, just go up and pretend to do something, or you can pretend to faint or something."

As soon as she finished speaking, someone immediately chimed in, "Jiang Xue, Meimei is right. You can pretend to be sick. This way, our class doesn’t lose face, and you won’t lose anything."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xue sneered, her cold gaze sweeping across Liu Meimei’s face as she said indifferently, "You’ve really thought of a good plan for me?"

"Fine, I got it."

After speaking, Jiang Xue lowered her head to read again, once again isolating herself from the class’s lively atmosphere. When Lu Jintian found Class Nine-Eight-Three, he saw Jiang Xue sitting alone in the corner, reading a book, looking out of place with the class.

Watching Jiang Xue like this, for some reason, a pang of heartache flashed through Lu Jintian’s heart. Just as he was about to step inside, his friend Lan Tianyu’s voice came from behind, "Jintian, I’ve been looking for you, why are you here? The auditorium is over there; let’s go together."

Lu Jinli glanced at his friend, then looked at Jiang Xue in the classroom, and in the end, said nothing and left directly.

Never mind, getting even doesn’t have to be done now. If Jiang Xue really has to go on stage, he’ll help her. Fortunately, his foster father was a talented man, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and he had learned some of it too; he should be able to handle it.