Implicated

The school anniversary of No. 1 Middle School happened to be the 110th anniversary of the integer, and it was a huge event. The school leaders attached great importance to it and invited many well-known alumni to participate in the event.

Preparations for relevant activities started two or three months ago. Mingdai didn't feel it clearly because she was in her senior year of high school. Unlike the first, second, and middle school students, they experienced the school celebration atmosphere early and couldn't wait.

At this time in her previous life, Ming Dai had already dropped out of school to work in the entertainment industry and had no memory of school celebrations or anything like that.

This personal experience was surprisingly good.

In the morning there was a garden party, which was divided into several major areas, including exhibitions of paintings, calligraphy and other works around the school anniversary theme, booths set up by school clubs and classes along the road, games and entertainment areas, etc.

In a school like No. 1 Middle School, even a simple garden party is still colorful.

There are hip-hop clubs or music clubs performing live on the roadside; there are science clubs that simply move their experimental equipment here to do interesting popular science experiments; members of the drone club are well-trained in operating drones, flying in mid-air for a while

They formed a line, and then they formed a line of people; and the animal protection club directly brought cats and dogs to the scene, which was very lively...

And those who came to the school anniversary garden party were not only teachers and students of the school, but also former alumni of No. 1 Middle School, nearby residents, and even parents of students who heard the news and came to experience the atmosphere of No. 1 Middle School.

When Mingdai was walking in the stall area, she happened to hear a conversation between a mother and her son next to her.

The mother and son are probably residents of a nearby community. The son is probably in the first or second grade of elementary school. The mother, who hopes her son will succeed, takes him to experience the atmosphere of a prestigious school and prepare in advance for his future studies.

The little boy was preoccupied with playing and eating, and turned a deaf ear to his mother's earnest teachings. He only raised a finger to bargain with his mother: "Mom, the little cake just now is delicious! Can I have another one?"

The little boy was referring to the small cakes baked in the oven by the No. 1 Chinese Food Research Club at the stall. They would be distributed to passers-by along the road to taste. When baked, the aroma spread far and wide, and the Food Research Club also recruited many new members for next year.

Children love sweets. One small cake is not enough, and they want to eat a few more.

His mother rolled her eyes and said softly: "Of course! But in exchange, you have to work hard to get into this school in a few years, and then you can eat small cakes every day!"

The little boy was so confused by the words "eat cakes every day" that he lost his sense and nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay."

The old mother began to set traps step by step: "But with your current grades, you are still far from the score line of this school!"

The little boy was simple-minded and became worried: "What should I do?"

"Mom has signed you up for two cram schools during the winter vacation. You can't go to another cram school then, otherwise you won't be able to improve your grades, get into school, or eat cakes!"

"Okay mom! I will study hard!"

The little boy with a crisp and cheerful voice must have never thought of the price he had to pay for just a few small cakes.

Ming Dai held back her laughter and walked away.

He also held two small cakes in his hands.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure in the crowd, but he seemed to have not seen her at all and walked past with his head hanging down in frustration.

Ming Dai simply stepped forward and patted the other party on the shoulder: "Xiao Wan!"

It’s Ming Dai’s introverted and quiet deskmate Yi Xiaowan.

The deskmate looked up in confusion, and Mingdai realized that her eyes were red.

He couldn't help but lower his voice: "What happened?"

My deskmate Yi Xiaowan covered his face and said in a low voice, "I was the one who got into trouble."

After some narration, Mingdai finally understood what happened to Yi Xiaowan——

Previously, Gu Lingsi brought people from the Art Department to Class 20 to recruit actors in order to prepare for a play to be performed on the school anniversary today.

When I asked about Ming Dai, she was decisively rejected. Many classmates had the same attitude as Ming Dai. They were not interested in acting in dramas or anything like that, and just wanted to have fun on the day of the school anniversary.

As a result, there were not enough people to gather, and the teacher of the top class would not allow his students to participate. In the end, the task was assigned to the monitors of each class. People like Yi Xiaowan, who were introverted and not good at rejecting, became targets.

Yi Xiaowan didn't want to go at first, but the class monitor gave her a tough talk. Yi Xiaowan couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to agree and play a small part in the play.

The small actor has no lines and does not need to perform. He only needs to stand and move during rehearsals, and his speaking is not bad.

However, the female lead in the drama never got along with Yi Xiaowan and always found trouble for no apparent reason. However, Yi Xiaowan, who was good at being patient, never complained to Ming Dai.

Until this morning, just now, Yi Xiaowan went to the auditorium to participate in the final rehearsal. When she was changing clothes backstage, she took a cup of milk tea and accidentally spilled a few drops on the skirt of the leading actress...

Yi Xiaowan looked at Ming Dai without tears: "I swear I really washed and dried her! There is no trace of milk tea at all! But she just said that the skirt was dirty and she wouldn't wear it, so she asked me to buy one.

New...but the dress was custom-made and took half a month. How could I buy it before the afternoon performance!"

Mingdai, my deskmate, has never been one to like to complain. It seemed like she was really anxious to force her to this point.

Ming Dai suggested: "How about buying a similar model? Send me a photo and I will ask the costume designer to help you."

A professional costumer will know more about this aspect and have wider resources than an ordinary student.

But Yi Xiaowan shook her head and held back tears: "She said it must be exactly the same, even if there is one missing bead, otherwise she will not perform on stage today... What should I do with Deidi? If the skylight is opened for today's show, everyone will definitely do it.

Blame it on me! It’s all my fault, why are you drinking milk tea?”

Yi Xiaowan regretted it so much, but Mingdai didn't feel right about it.

"Why do I feel that the female lead seems to be deliberately making things difficult for you? Do you have any issues with her?"

"No."

Yi Xiaowan denied it with tears in her eyes.

Mingdai thought of something, and asked by chance:

"What's the name of the actress?"

"Tang Xue, a freshman in high school."

Ming Dai suddenly realized.

My deskmate may have been implicated by her.

The whole school knows that Ning Xu is different from Ming Dai, and Tang Xue, Ning Xu's suitor, seems to have given up on Ning Xu, but in fact Tang Xue has transferred all her resentment to Ming Dai!

Mingdai met Tang Xue several times at school, and the other party tried to cause trouble for her in a weird way, but Mingdai ignored it.

Thinking about it now, it seems that one time when Ming Dai met Tang Xue, she happened to be with her deskmate Yi Xiaowan.

If Tang Xue couldn't offend Xia Ling, could she still offend Yi Xiaowan?

Yes, our deskmate finally has a name!
Chapter completed!