To The Lovely You

  Ke Shaoze directly picked up Hou Xiaofeng's collar, threw him aside, and warned in a low voice, "Go away! How many times have I told you, stay away from her!"

   Hou Xiaofeng stood up from the ground: "Why don't you just take a photo, why are you so fierce! Besides, what if I want to chase Brother Rou? If you have the ability, go chase it too! Let's compete fairly!"

  Ke Shaoze clenched the fist in his hand tightly, and his heart was full of anguish: Why didn't he want to... But, her heart has probably been lost in Luo Yichen's body.

In the world of    feelings, there has never been such a thing as fair competition...

  An Yirou had already put on her makeup at home, and stood quietly in a corner, looking at everyone in a hurry.

   Taking advantage of the chaos, she sneaked into the prop room...

   The lights between the props were dim, flickering and hissing. An Yirou squatted down and found the pair of white high-heeled shoes that Su Rourou was wearing among the mess of clothes and accessories.

   She took a pin out of her pocket and tucked it lightly into the bottom of her high heels.

   On the flesh-colored sole, an extremely thin, extremely thin silver needle immediately appeared. If you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all.

   A cold smile appeared on the corners of her beautiful lips: Is that the school flower? Wait to be a joke!

   After doing this, she quickly placed the high heels in place, then turned around and walked out of the prop room.

   As soon as she opened the door, she bumped into someone.

   "An Yirou? What are you...what are you doing inside?" Lan Xi'er was about to go in to help Su Rourou get her clothes, when she saw An Yirou with a panicked face coming out from inside, she couldn't help but be a little suspicious.

   "No...it's nothing, it's just that the thread on my clothes is a little loose. I'll go in and get a pin to pin it." An Yirou put away her flustered expression and pretended to be calm.

   "Really?" Lan Xi'er gave her a sidelong glance, pushed the door and entered the room, ignoring her.

  An Yirou stood at the door uneasily for a while, and saw Lan Xier taking Su Rourou's clothes and shoes through the crack of the door.

   Seeing that she didn't notice anything strange, she let out a long sigh of relief and went back to the dressing room.

  Lan Xier also followed out of the prop room, she had a hunch: An Yirou must have done something...

  Thinking like this, on the way back to the dressing room, she carefully checked Su Rourou's white dress and looked at her high heels.

The bottom of the    high-heeled shoes, as if something lit up, flashed across her eyes in the dim corridor.

  Lan Xier turned the high heels over, and saw a shiny silver tack tightly embedded in the sole.

  An Yirou, she really deserves to be An Yirou, just like her people, she has a good face and a bad heart, and she plays yin behind her back!

   The depth of the pins pierced into the sole is not much or not, and you will not notice it when you just put it on. Only after walking a certain distance and the sole is squeezed does the tip of the pin slowly reveal itself…

  Lan Xi'er pouted in disdain, and reached out her hand to remove the tack.

   But the hand stopped in mid-air.

   In her mind, the sticky, lingering eye contact between Su Rou and Luo Yichen during rehearsal emerged.

   It is said that the authorities are obsessed with bystanders. Maybe Su Rou Rou has not noticed her feelings for Luo Yichen, but as her friend for many years, she can see clearly the attachment and love in her eyes.

   It's just...Her affection and sweetness deeply hurt her heart. The thorn in my heart seems to be buried deeper...

  Somehow, she withdrew her hand and went back to the dressing room.