Everyone knows oil does not dissolve in water.
But who would have thought of that? Who expected it to rain today?
Especially Dong Yingluo, who felt her face burning as if she had been fiercely slapped by Ning Xixi!
"Hey, I think the Athletic Department is really thoughtful, have you seen the Cultural Department's display boards? They're all ruined by the rain... tsk tsk..."
The members of the Cultural Department turned their gaze towards Dong Yingluo, with varying degrees of dissatisfaction in their eyes.
If Ning Xixi could think to use oil paints, why couldn't you have?
Wouldn't we have avoided embarrassment if it weren't for you? That was the unanimous thought in everyone's heart.
The surrounding glances were like thorns on Dong Yingluo's back, making her extremely uncomfortable.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed through the crowd, rushed to Ning Xixi's side, and lowered her voice, "Ning Xixi, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"
