Qiao Yuan said, "To be precise, she's supporting you. All the roles in this drama are for you!"
After all, the company tailor made this movie for Xia Qinghuan. There was only one goal, and that was to support Xia Qinghuan.
Although she didn't like Jian Yiyi, Xia Qinghuan couldn't be a powerful tyrant. She didn't want to interfere with the company's arrangements. As long as Jian Yiyi could get this role with her strength, she could gladly accept it.
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The basketball match was in full swing. The girls outside the court were also excited.
Jian Ai and Guan Tao cheered them on from time to time. When Lin Yi and the rest heard this, they waved and smiled at them.
"I'll buy two bottles of water. Wait for me here." Jian Ai stood up and patted her buttocks.
Guan Tao quickly stood up. "I'll go with you?"
"No need. Wait here," Jian Ai said and walked towards Yizhong's school store.
She went around the administrative building from the basketball court at the back. After passing through the school flowerbed, the school store was on the side of the school building.
It was already after school. Other than the Year Three students who were doing evening self-study, there was no one else in school.
She went to the store to buy a few bottles of water and came out. Jian Ai was about to return to the basketball court when she heard a series of curses accompanied by painful cries and groans.
Jian Ai stopped in her tracks and instinctively turned to look in the voice's direction. There was a large lawn at the corner of the store, and it was a blind spot. The voice was coming from the corner of the store.
The curses became clearer. The other party felt that there were only a few people in the school, so they did not care.
Jian Ai narrowed her eyes and looked through the wall at the back of the store to see what was going on.
A group of boys in Yizhong's school uniform was punching and kicking a boy who had fallen to the ground. The boy who had been beaten curled up and protected his head with his hands. Other than the muffled groans from the beating, he did not say a word.
The boys who beat him up used their hands and feet. They didn't care where they kicked or hit, but they just beat him up. They looked ruthless.
These things happened often in school. Jian Ai was about to retract her gaze and leave when her body suddenly froze.
They stopped moving. One of them went forward and grabbed the hair of the person on the ground, pulling his head up.
Jian Ai saw the boy's appearance and instinctively frowned.
It was none other than Wang Zichen.
This pampered child who ran rampant in the Wang family was bullied in school like this?
"Bring two hundred yuan here tomorrow. Do you hear me? Otherwise, I'll beat you up!" One boy pulled Wang Zichen's hair and warned him.
Wang Zichen had just protected his head, so there were no injuries on his face. However, every part of his body hurt.
"I don't have money." Wang Zichen's gaze was calm, and he did not show any signs of fear. Facing the pressure from a few people from the other party, he was unwilling to admit defeat.
"Oh? You don't have money? Then who gave us money before?" one boy said and kicked Wang Zichen's chest. "Don't you want face?"
Wang Zichen grunted. It was unknown if his eyes were red from humiliation or anger.