Chapter 300 A Lame Reason

Upon opening the door, what greeted the eye was a group of people standing there in astonishment, with Lu You in the center of the crowd and Zhang Jiajia, whose face was swollen on both sides.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Chen stepped out from behind Xu Lan, frowned, and stood at the doorway, glancing at the people in the dance studio.

He entered the dance studio and immediately sensed that something was wrong.

He looked towards the center of the crowd and asked, "Zhang Jiajia, what happened to your face?"

"Teacher Yan, she hit me."

Upon seeing the teacher arrive, Zhang Jiajia's blank expression changed as if she had just changed her face.

Her eyes instantly filled with tears, and she covered her red and swollen face with both hands.

"Really?"

Yan Chen turned his gaze to Lu You beside him, a hint of suspicion on his face.

Although he didn't think much of the girl, she didn't seem like the type to hit people.

"I only said a few words to her, telling her to make the most of her time to practice, didn't I?"
I might have said something a little too harsh, and then she hit me, but I was just trying to be helpful..."

Zhang Jiajia stood to the side, choking back tears, her mouth agape and her words unusually unclear.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Lingling or others; they were there too."

She turned to look at them, and a few of the more quick-witted ones immediately snapped out of their daze and echoed her.

"Jiajia is right."

“The teacher went too far. Jiajia only said a few words, and she slapped her more than a dozen times. Her face is all swollen.”

"Jiajia was just trying to advise her, but this is how she treated her."

At this point, the situation in the dance studio became one-sided.

Given the undeniable injuries on Zhang Jiajia's face, any explanation would likely be futile.

After all, one is someone they've known for a long time and who is from high society, while the other is someone of no use and only a hindrance.

The choice is obvious.

"I didn't ask you." Seeing this, Yan Chen frowned, looking at Lu You, whose face was covered by thick bangs, but he was already pretty sure of the answer.

"Is everything she said true?"

He asked again.

Lu You curled her lips into a cold smile. Throwing away headphones, smashing her phone, and resorting to verbal abuse and personal attacks—was this all just well-intentioned advice?
That's a pretty lame excuse.

However, she didn't offer much explanation, only leaving a brief comment.

"Since the teacher has already decided it's me, why ask me?"

After saying that, she left the dance studio without uttering a single word to defend or excuse herself.

Yan Chen's expression was enough to prove that no matter how much he explained, it would be useless.

She opened the door and just happened to brush past Gu Yuesheng who was standing at the doorway.

Gu Yuesheng's clear eyes deepened. Holding the examination form in his hands, he watched the receding, somewhat lonely figure, his eyes filled with an undeniable complexity.

Su Nuannuan looked at the figure that had already disappeared and withdrew her gaze, which was hiding a mocking smile.

As soon as she turned around, her eyes met Xixi's.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she didn't show it on her face.

"evening……"

Before she could finish speaking, Xi Xi walked up to Xu Lan with a cold expression.

“Coach, aren’t there security cameras in the dance rehearsal room? I think what I see with my own eyes is always better than what others hear.”

Xu Lan shook his head and sighed, "You haven't been here these past few days, so you probably don't know, but the dance studio's security cameras broke down last week and haven't had time to be fixed yet."

"What about the others outside?"

"Those were already demolished, and we were just planning to replace them with new ones this week."

Xi Qimin pursed her lips and remained silent, a growing suspicion rising in her heart.

(End of this chapter)

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