Yu Xi entered. She greeted Sheng Fang.
Sheng Fang glanced at her, smiled, and remembering Lan Meimei's words, her impression of Yu Xi suddenly turned sour. Of course, she wouldn't openly tear into Yu Xi to her face.
So she just smiled, thinking to herself that you can't truly know someone just by their appearance.
The newcomers' party began soon after.
As soon as the senior students' performances began, the class erupted in excitement.
It was no surprise that it was an art school; the seniors' performances were truly impressive. They all felt their previously well-regarded choir singing seemed childish in comparison, and they were too embarrassed to even go on stage.
But in the end, they still had to perform.
When they were done, their faces burned with embarrassment and they looked at each other and laughed.
Afterward, they said to their instructor, "Instructor, you told us just to have fun with it, but now we've made a fool of ourselves,"