The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Zhong Yue'er looked at Wen Yisheng with envy: "Unlike you, who are so small, you dance without any burden, and the visual effect of your dance is much better!"

"I'm so envious of you!"

"..." Listen to me, thank you.

Wen Yisheng glanced at her large breasts, perfectly encased in her bra, a stark contrast to her own A-cup in the mirror. It was like comparing a peach to a pineapple.

She smiled faintly: "Each has its own beauty, there's no need to worry too much."

"That's true," Zhong Yue'er hugged Wen Yisheng's arm, leaned on her shoulder, and blushed with girlish shyness. "But I've heard that men all like big ones. Ah, men are such superficial and annoying creatures..."

"By the way, Yisheng, do you have a crush on anyone? You're so pretty, you must have a lot of guys chasing after you!" Zhong Yue'er asked her.

Wen Yisheng shook her head and replied, "No, I don't date young."

"Oh...I see." Zhong Yue'er released her, her eyes thoughtful.

/

Ten minutes before class started, before Teacher Mi even entered the dance studio, the students had already arrived one after another right on time.

Wen Yisheng was doing stretching seriously, while two girls next to her were chatting while pressing their legs.

"I wish I could become Teacher Fanxing's apprentice! I heard this is the first and only time she's accepted an apprentice! It's to train a successor!"

"Who wouldn't want that? Teacher Fanxing is a world-class dance master. Everyone who comes here to practice dance is aiming to become her personal disciple."

"Ah... I really want to stand on the international stage and cause a sensation around the world like Teacher Fanxing!"

Fanxing… Wen Yisheng paused slightly in her stretching movements, and vaguely heard their conversation. Was it the famous dancer Yu Fanxing?

Wen Yisheng knew the studio was called Fanxing, but she never imagined that the dancer Yu Fanxing would be related to this studio...

Zhong Yue'er leaned closer. "Yi Sheng, I feel you have a good chance of becoming Teacher Fanxing's apprentice!"

Wen Yisheng looked puzzled.

Zhong Yue'er was surprised: "Don't you know? This studio is owned by Teacher Yu Fanxing. Although she hasn't come here much, she will come in a few months to select a personal apprentice to be her dance successor."

"Wait a minute, this studio is really hard to get into, how come you didn't even know this... Yisheng, what does your family do? I don't mean anything by it, I'm just a little curious!"

Wen Yisheng didn't quite know how to say that she had no home. It wasn't that it was difficult to say, but it seemed like saying it would make the other person feel embarrassed or pity her.

She didn't like that feeling, not at all.

"I'm not a local. I'm staying at an uncle's house in Beijing right now," she explained simply, then, noticing that it was almost time for class, she added, "I'm going to the restroom."

Wen Yisheng walked out of the dance studio. Gu Xuan and her friend exchanged a glance and followed closely behind.

Zhong Yue'er glanced at the doorway, then casually looked away.

/

As soon as Wen Yisheng entered the restroom, she saw Gu Xuan and two other girls from her class also coming over.

Seeing her looking over, Gu Xuan scoffed, "What are you looking at? Do you own the toilet? Is it only for you to use?"

Wen Yisheng didn't want to get entangled with this kind of person, so she ignored him and went into the restroom stall.

The corset was a one-piece suit, which was quite troublesome to take off. I had just taken it off and was about to squat down—

A faint, strange noise came from outside the cubicle door.

Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat. She rushed to push the door open without even putting on her clothes, but something was already blocking the door from the outside!

Gu Xuan's arrogant, shrill voice came from outside the door: "You dare to curse me? Enjoy yourself in the toilet! This place is great, you can even drink toilet water if you're thirsty!"

The other two girls laughed gleefully.

The door was blocked too tightly, and Wen Yisheng couldn't push it open at all. She calmed down and said, "Class is about to start, and Teacher Mi will definitely find out I'm not here. If you open the door now, I'll pretend nothing happened."

Two disdainful snorts came from outside the door.

Then came a few slightly heavy footsteps, and a head popped out from above the toilet door.

Splash!

A bucket of cold water was poured down from above, soaking Wen Yisheng from head to toe!

Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment, her back turned cold. The mall restroom was air-conditioned, and she was already dressed in thin clothes. When the cold water was poured over her, she was soaked and instantly shivered.

"Cough cough..." She choked on the water and her face turned pale from coughing.

Clang.

Separated by a toilet door, Gu Xuan threw down the bucket, clapped her hands, and looked relieved.

"You dare mess with me? I'll make you pay! You'd better stay here until noon!" She gestured with her chin at her two lackeys. "Let's go, time for class."

After leaving the restroom, Gu Xuan had someone lock the outer door as well. She then found a warning sign that read "Under Repair, Do Not Use" and instructed her assistant to place it outside the restroom.

One of the girls, dressed in a green leotard, hesitated for a moment: "Xuanxuan, are we just going to lock her up in there like this? Won't something bad happen?"

Gu Xuan glared at her impatiently: "What could possibly happen? We'll release her after class at noon. Besides, even if something does happen, so what? She's a poor girl with no connections. Even if she complains to Teacher Mi, she won't make a fuss."

The group left reassured.

Wen Yisheng is sensitive to cold; even in summer, her hands and feet are always cold. Now, wearing a backless corset and having been doused with cold water, she was shivering from the cold air in the bathroom.

My phone is in the locker, so I can't contact the outside world. I shouted for help and kicked the door, but it didn't help at all.

She huddled up, hugging her shoulders, her damp, black hair clinging to her cheeks, making her face look even paler.

My head is spinning...

She sneezed, leaned against the wall, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Yi Sheng! Sheng Sheng, wake up!"

After an unknown amount of time, the door was opened and someone rushed in.

Wen Yisheng was shaken awake and opened his eyes to see Zhong Yue'er looking anxious.

Zhong Yue'er breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was awake: "You said you were going to the restroom but didn't come back until class started. Gu Xuan told us that you had gone home early because of something, but I felt something was wrong, so I rushed around looking for you as soon as get out of class ended!"

"There was a 'Under Maintenance' sign outside the restroom, and I almost missed it. Luckily, I decided to give it a try, otherwise I don't know how long I would have been stuck here!"

Wen Yisheng had just woken up, and the noise made her head buzz.

She nodded: "Thank you..." But her head hurt so much, and her eyelids and breathing felt hot and uncomfortable.

"What time is it?" she asked, her voice slightly hoarse.

"It's 9:30, get out of class just ended."

That means she's been locked in the toilet for an hour.

Wen Yisheng paused for a moment, stood up, pushed Zhong Yue'er's hand away, and left the restroom by herself.

She stood in the restroom corridor, looking around as if searching for something.

Zhong Yue'er asked, "Sheng Sheng, what are you looking for?"

Instead of the expected tearful gratitude, Zhong Yue'er frowned. She had clearly saved her again... How could there be such an ungrateful person!

Zhong Yue'er was indignant, but she held back her anger with good temper.

Seeing Wen Yisheng walk towards the corner of the restroom, she asked in confusion, "Sheng Sheng, what are you doing with that? That's a mop, the cleaning lady uses it!"

Wen Yisheng's expression was calm, but a faint blush rose on her face. She carried a long-handled mop and walked outside without saying a word.

Zhong Yue'er paused for a moment, then her mind drifted back to Wen Yisheng's retort to Gu Xuan yesterday:

[Wash your mouth with the mop the cleaning lady just used to scrub the toilet...]

Zhong Yue'er was shocked and hurriedly chased after her. Could she really dare to do that?!