Sheng Tang has been in a good mood lately.
Gu Jiahui said she lost weight, which made her happy.
"I did lose some weight," Sheng Tang said.
Gu Jiahui scrutinized her.
Compared to an average high school girl, she was still a bit chubby. However, she had a naturally small face, which now looked increasingly delicate.
She was very fair-skinned, with striking eyebrows and eyes that made her features stand out perfectly.
Gu Jiahui smiled, "And prettier as well."
"Thanks for the compliment."
As they chatted, Gu Jiahui had to go to rehearsal.
He took out his cello and carefully secured the case. As he walked away with his cello, Sheng Tang noticed something had fallen on the ground.
It had fallen from his cello case, and he hadn’t noticed it.
Sheng Tang picked it up.
It was a photo.
The girl in the photo was smiling brightly, wearing a white dress, with her long hair flowing and eyes smiling.
Sheng Tang recognized the person in the photo.
The girl was Yang Mingming.
In the photo, Yang Mingming looked about fourteen or fifteen, probably a middle school student, still youthful. She wasn’t as stunning as she is now, but she was already quite pretty, more than enough to be the school beauty.
Comparing to her old photo, Sheng Tang thought the most obvious difference was her nose and face shape.
Back then, her face wasn’t particularly angular, it had distinct contours; now, it was a perfect small V-shaped face, all the extra bones had been trimmed away.
Sheng Tang felt she was more uniquely beautiful back then.
She casually put the photo in her pocket and handed it to Gu Jiahui after his rehearsal ended.
Gu Jiahui’s expression changed slightly.
He always liked to put on airs, but he couldn’t control it this time, his face darkened.
"I picked it up, don’t be mad," Sheng Tang smiled, "So, you have a crush on Yang Mingming?"
No wonder he’s been so busy lately, it must be because Yang Mingming got hurt and he was concerned about her.
But Yang Mingming’s target was Gu Shiting.
Thinking about how Gu Jiahui always saw himself as exceptionally smart and cunning, how could he be content with such a failure, just being a backup?
Sheng Tang finally understood why he was so intent on gathering evidence of her and Gu Shiting together.
Among all the students she knew, the most scheming one was undoubtedly Gu Jiahui.
"Nothing like that," he opened the cello case and put the photo in the compartment.
Then, he stood up, his eyes narrowed slightly, the look behind his glasses was cold and sharp, "You didn’t scan it this time?"
"No," Sheng Tang spread her hands, "I don’t want to cause trouble."
Later, it was Sheng Tang’s turn to rehearse.
Gu Jiahui sat below watching, not leaving immediately. He felt an inexplicable frustration, as if he needed to hit someone to vent his anger.
He had kept that photo since middle school, for many years now.
His carefully hidden secret was so bluntly exposed by Sheng Tang, he was almost furious with embarrassment.
He looked at Sheng Tang coldly.
After Sheng Tang finished her song and went off stage, Gu Jiahui was still there.
He even invited her, "Want to get some milk tea?"
Sheng Tang, "I’m on a diet."
"You can have juice."
"It’s all loaded with sugar."
"Freshly squeezed juice has no added sugar," Gu Jiahui said with a smile.
Sheng Tang said, "Fruits contain natural sugars themselves, and when juiced, the sugar content increases, not only making you gain weight but also causing acne."
Gu Jiahui, "...."
He was almost infuriated by Sheng Tang.
His eyes flickered, saying nothing more.
On the last day of rehearsal, Gu Jiahui did not come, his performance was already arranged.
Since it was the last day, the school had rented formal wear.
Qin Lin specifically found Sheng Tang, "There are many people renting formal wear for New Year’s Eve, whether it’s schools or companies having events. There’s only one large-sized dress left, see if you can wear it. If not, we’ll figure something out."