At school.
Vivian Morgan changed her clothes and came out. She escaped the first calamity but couldn't avoid the second.
Sure enough, right by the restroom, there were people blocking her path. They were three beautiful girls in stylish dresses; one of them was Emma Thompson.
Each of them had their hair tied in buns, they were probably dance students.
One of them was wearing a black bodycon skirt with Western-style makeup, crossing her arms and looking at Vivian with pride.
"Are you Vivian Morgan?"
Vivian stared straight ahead and nodded, "That's me. What's up?"
The girl in the black skirt was straightforward, but her tone was rather snarky, "Of course there is, I want to talk with you."
Vivian replied coldly, "Alright, but make it quick, I have to get to class."
"As if we don't have classes, too. Speaking of which, don't you feel embarrassed?"
"Why should I feel embarrassed?"
