The little fool Ying Jing returned to the backstage resting room.
The female host in the resting room smiled at her.
Lu Zishu was no longer in the room.
Just right, out of sight, out of mind.
"Senior sister."
The senior sister, who graduated a year prior, had entered a TV station for an internship and was specially invited back by the school to host the opening ceremony. She had met Ying Jing a few times before.
She had always admired outstanding people like Ying Jing.
Unfortunately, one graduated early, and the other started school late, so they didn't have much interaction at school.
"What's up, you look a bit nervous."
Ying Jing shook her head and then nodded.
"A bit, yes. For the first time in this life, Wen Fucheng sat in the audience watching me, in a different identity."
"What, is the person you like here?"
Ying Jing was slightly surprised; she hadn't mentioned it, yet the other guessed correctly.
"It doesn't seem to be Lu Zishu."
Of course, it's not him.
