She lowered her head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Tiffany said softly, "I ca to thank you."
Jackie was confused.
Tiffany raised her head, looking at him, smiling. "Thank you for today on stage."
Jackie understood, his gaze turned towards the direction where Hannah had previously left, a shadow of lancholy in his eyes. He spoke indifferently, "You don’t have to thank , your ranking was not sothing I alone could decide."
His tone was calm, as usual, carrying the customary apathy of a man.
Upon hearing this, Tiffany’s expression blanked montarily. She struggled for words, "Jackie, do you know..."
Before she could finish, Jackie interrupted her, "George treats you well."
At his words, Tiffany understood his aning. She explained anxiously, "George and I, it’s not what you think. We’re not... "
Not what?
Jackie looked silently at the woman he had once loved. A hint of bitterness appeared in his eyes, but his voice remained calm, "I don’t care about your relationship with him. Just avoid private etings like today, I don’t want any misunderstandings."
After saying this, he nodded coldly at Tiffany and left straight away.
Leaving Tiffany standing alone in the empty hallway, her expression odd.
The initial stage grading took two full days to complete, and in the end, only six people achieved grade A.
Ultimately, both Hannah and Lucy achieved grade B, and fate arranged for them to share a dorm room again.
May Hoffman only got a grade D.
Most of the people from their original dorm got the sa grade as May, and so were sent to Class F.
Grade B was a four-person room, and Lucy and Hannah shared a bunk bed again.
The other two trainees were not familiar to them, but they seed to get along well.
Lucy wasn’t particularly ecstatic, but for now, she couldn’t find anyone to swap beds with, so she ended up in the bottom bunk where Hannah slept.
Such ill fated luck.
As Lucy made the beds, she constantly grumbled, "If I had known I’d run into Hannah again, I would’ve willingly dropped to grade C. Wherever I go, there she is. Even that weakling Tiffany can’t compete. Such a pretty face, but still useless..."
While she rambled, she moved back two steps to spread her sheets, but as she lifted her hand, Hannah was already there, leaning over and giggling at her from the bed above, "Are you speaking ill of ?"
Lucy gave a jerk of her lips, a sour expression on her face, "No."
Hannah smiled, one hand resting on her book, her voice insinuating, "Really not?"
Furious, Lucy threw her bedsheet, "When I say no, I an no, Hannah. When it’s bedti, you better behave. Otherwise, don’t bla if I’m not nice to you!"
She’d just snuck back last night after secretly practicing the the song and now just wanted a good sleep; she did not want to be disturbed by Hannah.
If it were not Hannah on the top bunk, she wouldn’t hesitate to ask to swap beds.
As Lucy seethed, Hannah’s eyes remained warm with jest, even inching closer, as she dropped her voice, "You look so tired, didn’t you sneak out to practice last night? But the initial stage is over, the the song hasn’t co out, so what were you practicing?"
She leaned in suddenly, her eyes delicately blinking, long curled lashes fluttering like raven’s feathers falling from the clouds.
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