He Tiantian: ...It's just a performance for the school's autumn sports event opening ceremony, why make such a big deal about it?
Turning school literature into a palace drama with faking illnesses and passing the blame, aren't you tired, dear!
"Brother Xuan, stop complaining and look at the class group chat quickly, damn, Zhou Zixuan is just, so freaking Top-grade! She's dragging you into this!"
Ma Siqi, wearing an internet-famous loungewear, sat cross-legged on the bed, pointing at her phone screen and shouting.
"What?" Zhou Zixuen was startled for a moment, seemingly unable to grasp it initially: I was just gossiping here, and in the blink of an eye, I've become the subject of gossip?
"Me? What does this have to do with me?"
Zhou Zixuen was utterly baffled. She wasn't the literature committee member, nor the sports committee member, not even a class committee member. Class activities such as "official business," should not involve her at all.
