Chapter 48: The Canary’s Self-Cultivation (13)
“Did you see it?”
“……”
“Did you point at me?”
“……”
The girl with twin ponytails flushed slightly, shouting angrily, “Have you no shame!”
Who would point at her!
How could she be so shameless?
Ling Qiong spread her hands. “Since you didn’t see and didn’t point at me, how do you know I was doing that outside?”
The twin ponytail girl retorted, “If you hadn’t done it, would people say so?”
Ling Qiong said, “If I said you got into this school through private deals and someone opened the back door for you, does that mean you actually entered through the back door?”
The twin ponytail girl’s eyes widened. “Is that the same?”
Ling Qiong replied, “How is it not the same?”
The twin ponytail girl insisted, “That’s not the same thing at all. I got in with my own scores!”
Ling Qiong shrugged innocently, her pretty brows arching. “But when rumors get exaggerated and spread, who really knows the truth, right?”
The twin ponytail girl sputtered, “You…”
She stared at Ling Qiong in anger, unable to speak for a while.
Ling Qiong didn’t bother talking to her anymore. She placed her hand on the bed that belonged to the original owner and tapped it lightly. “Whose things are these?”
The twin ponytail girl sneered coldly, sat back in her seat, and ignored her.
The other girl in the camisole dress also turned her head away.
Ling Qiong pursed her lips, blew a breath, and swept the things off the bed onto the floor.
A mess of items crashed down, making a clattering noise.
“Ye Qingtang!!”
Hearing the commotion, the twin ponytail girl shouted in annoyance.
Ling Qiong lazily dug at her ear. “What’s up?”
“What are you doing!”
“Cleaning up the trash on my bed.” Ling Qiong emphasized the words ‘my’ and ‘trash.’
The twin ponytail girl strode over and yanked Ling Qiong, scolding harshly, “Pick up my things right now! Do you know how much they cost? If you break them, can you pay?”
Ling Qiong pulled her hand back and swept down the rest of the items.
So what.
Daddy just dropped them!
The twin ponytail girl was speechless.
Just as a fight seemed about to break out, the buzzing of a phone vibrated through the dormitory.
The twin ponytail girl broke eye contact with Ling Qiong to answer the call.
A minute later, the twin ponytail girl pointed at the things on the floor and threatened, “If you don’t pick them up by the time I get back, you’ll regret it.”
She grabbed her bag and hurried out.
Ling Qiong looked at the scattered items and kicked one packaging box, sending it sliding to the feet of the camisole girl.
The camisole girl quickly turned her head away.
Three minutes later.
The camisole girl heard a noise and glanced sideways, seeing Ling Qiong picking up the things from the floor.
The camisole girl thought to herself that Ling Qiong had chickened out after all.
But soon she realized something was off.
Ling Qiong put the items into a bag and carried them out of the dormitory.
……
Jiang Yao returned to the dormitory to find the floor spotless, and sneered inwardly—so she did pick them up after all.
But soon Jiang Yao noticed something was wrong.
Her things were gone.
“Where are my things?” Jiang Yao rushed up to Ling Qiong and demanded.
“Thrown away,” Ling Qiong replied breezily. “You didn’t want them, so I kindly helped you toss them. No need to thank me—it was just a small favor.”
Jiang Yao’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.
“You’re crazy!” Jiang Yao shouted. “What gives you the right to throw away my stuff?”
“You didn’t want it. I was being nice, helping you throw it away, and you’re still so fierce?”
Jiang Yao snapped, “Who said I didn’t want it?”
Ling Qiong stood her ground. “You left it on my bed. Isn’t that not wanting it?”
“Go get it back for me!!”
Ling Qiong flashed her a smile. “Dream on.”
“Ye Qingtang!”
……
“Stop fighting, you guys!”
The camisole girl came over to pull Ling Qiong and Jiang Yao apart—mainly pulling Ling Qiong.
Jiang Yao was no match for Ling Qiong at all; she was completely on the receiving end.
Ling Qiong shrugged off the camisole girl, grabbed Jiang Yao’s collar, and pinned her against the cabinet.
The little girl still wore a sweet smile, as if chatting casually as she patted Jiang Yao’s shoulder.
“Need me to help you get your things back?”
Jiang Yao was breathing hard, her eyes full of anger and a trace of fear. She dared neither nod nor shake her head.
Ling Qiong thoughtfully straightened Jiang Yao’s clothes. “You can check the trash bin now. Maybe you’ll find them. Well, good luck.”
Later, Jiang Yao finally understood what Ling Qiong meant by ‘good luck.’
Ling Qiong hadn’t thrown the items in the downstairs trash bin.
Jiang Yao searched for an hour before she found them.
When Jiang Yao returned with her things, Ling Qiong was already gone from the dormitory.
“That wretch Ye Qingtang!” Jiang Yao was so angry she could burst, and suddenly turned her fury on the camisole girl, Feng Meiyue. “She threw away my stuff and you didn’t try to stop her? Are you dead?”
Feng Meiyue mumbled, unable to make a sound.
Ling Qiong had just walked out with the bag, and she had no idea what she meant to do.
By the time she chased after her, Ling Qiong was gone.
“Yaoyao, don’t you think she’s… completely different from before?”
Jiang Yao misunderstood Feng Meiyue’s meaning. “Heh, I never noticed before, but now who knows whom she’s attached herself to—her guts have suddenly grown.”
Feng Meiyue was speechless.
The more Jiang Yao thought about it, the angrier she got. She went to the bathroom, filled a basin with water, and mixed in several bottles of paint.
Feng Meiyue asked in alarm, “Yaoyao, what are you doing?”
Jiang Yao carried the basin and splashed it all over Ling Qiong’s bed.
“So you want to mess with me?” Jiang Yao threw the basin aside and glared at the bed as if it were a person. “Who the hell do you think you are!”
But to Jiang Yao’s surprise, Ling Qiong didn’t return to the dormitory for several days.
The bed sat there, and every day it was an eyesore to herself.
……
Ling Qiong spent every day returning to the villa with Shen Hanteng, never suffering in the dormitory.
Isn’t the villa lovely?
Isn’t the two-meter-wide bed lovely?
It’s absolutely lovely!
[Shen Hanteng: Art Building.]
Ling Qiong saw Shen Hanteng’s message, pursed her lips, changed direction, and headed for the art building.
“Ye Qingtang?”
Outside the art building’s doors, someone called out to Ling Qiong.
She turned to see a rather handsome young man running toward her.
Ling Qiong was speechless.
Damn!
Zhao Yunye!
The male lead!
Zhao Yunye looked a bit downcast, clearly still haunted by the heroine’s death.
But…
She hadn’t followed the original script to comfort the male lead.
Why was he coming to find her on his own?
Zhao Yunye said, “I have something to ask you. Do you have time?”
Ling Qiong shook her head immediately. “We’re not close. Not meeting. Goodbye.”
With that, the girl lifted her skirt and dashed away.
Wasn’t the original owner’s fate terrifying enough?
Would I be crazy to talk to you?
Run!!
“Ye Qingtang.” Zhao Yunye caught up and blocked Ling Qiong’s path. “I just want to ask you something.”
Ling Qiong folded her arms. “We’re not close. What’s there to talk about?”
“Ye Qingtang…”
Ling Qiong spotted someone behind and slipped past Zhao Yunye, darting straight behind Shen Hanteng.
Shen Hanteng hadn’t figured out what was happening when suddenly the girl grabbed his clothes and poked her head out from his side.
“What are you doing?” Shen Hanteng’s face darkened. “Let go!”
—— Little Theater ——
Shen Hanteng: Hug me!
Ling Qiong: Ha! Even you have days like this!