Niannian felt uncomfortable hearing that and frowned at the lavishly dressed girl in front of her: "Introducing yourself before asking soone else’s na is basic courtesy, and..."
Glancing at the girl, Niannian unhappily pulled her hand away: "No one likes to be touched by a stranger."
Her wrist hurt from being grabbed.
"You..." The girl furrowed her brows, looking even unhappier than Niannian.
The atmosphere suddenly beca tense.
Xu Sisi stared warily at the colorfully dressed girl in front of her, itching to scratch that girl’s face if she dared do anything to her Sister Niannian.
Yang Chunhua sensed sothing was wrong and was worried on the side, wanting to advise Niannian not to cause trouble, but also fearing that Niannian might get upset.
Yu Qianqian, still looking baffled, cutely asked the girl with her sweet voice: "Do you like girls?"
Du Juan glanced at Yu Qianqian with disdain in her eyes, thinking this girl’s brain might be malfunctioning.
Just as Niannian thought she was about to do sothing, Du Juan raised her chin haughtily and said, "Alright, I apologize. Sorry, I shouldn’t have grabbed your hand, but I just wanted to know your na."
Du Juan ca from a well-off family and was raised like a little princess, making her proud and arrogant since childhood.
Everywhere she went, she was the center of attention. Before Niannian and Xu Sisi arrived on the sports field, all the boys were focused on her.
When they arrived, everyone stopped paying attention to her, those blatant looks seed to tell her she’s not as good as those two girls.
And thus, Du Juan beca unhappy.
"Xu Niannian!"
Seeing her apologize, Niannian, not one to hold onto a grudge, stated her na neither warmly nor coldly: "Do you have anything else?"
Getting Niannian’s answer, Du Juan snorted arrogantly and pointed her chin at Xu Sisi: "What about her, what’s her na?"
The attitude seed like the Empress Dowager questioning a young eunuch about whether a court lady was still a virgin.
If Niannian answered that, she’d be out of her mind.
She directly pushed open the dormitory door, walked in, without even glancing at her.
Xu Sisi quickly followed, and Yu Qianqian was the last to enter, not forgetting to let out a dainty hum before closing the door.
Du Juan stood there, arms crossed, still proudly waiting for an answer.
When she heard the door close, she was stunned.
Turning back in disbelief, looking at the tightly closed door with wide eyes: "They, they just ignored like that?"
Her dorm mates were speechless.
An older-looking woman gave her so advice: "Du Juan, maybe be more polite when talking to others next ti, after all, we’re all classmates."
Speaking in that haughty tone, of course, others would be too lazy to deal with her.
Du Juan pointed at herself, bewildered: "I think I was very polite, it’s just she was too petty."
Hearing this, her dorm mates couldn’t help but worry about their future days.
Living with such a difficult person in the dorm, who knows how many conflicts would arise.
*
The first class after the school started was Basic Performance Theory.
Students of this era are different from those of future generations, at least the attitude towards learning differs greatly.
The students now have a thirst for knowledge beyond Niannian’s imagination.
Perhaps because, in this era, knowledge truly ant changing one’s fate.
Those attending university are destined to walk a smoother path and have a more comfortable life.
No way they’d end up graduates unable to find jobs.
Theory classes may sound dull, but everyone listened eagerly, and their eyes shone with the desire for knowledge.
The girls from Dorm 501 sat together in a row, with everyone except Niannian buried in taking notes.
This made Niannian feel ashad.
It’s been so long since she last attended school that she’d forgotten about taking notes.
But fortunately, she had a good mory and rembered the key points ntioned by the teacher.
Only Niannian didn’t take notes in the whole class, making her stand out. The teacher on the podium observed her for a long ti.
Seeing her listening intently, the teacher nodded with satisfaction: "Everyone, don’t rush to take notes; focus on understanding what the teacher says. Acting requires more than just a perfect score on a test."
The instructor for the theoretical basics was a woman in her fifties, nad Wen.
She had a gentle smile and spoke softly, possessing an elegant deanor despite her age.
Niannian inadvertently caught her attention.
"That young lady did very well," she said, gesturing at Niannian: "She’s the only one not busy taking notes and is listening very attentively."
"I’m not saying others aren’t serious, but that the thod is wrong. Rember, to act, you need to feel, experience, and embody it, then convey it to the audience with your understanding."
The whole class turned their gaze towards Niannian.
Niannian blinked innocently, bewildered.
She didn’t, she hadn’t — she simply forgot to bring a notebook.
Looking at those beautiful eyes that seed to speak, even the female students couldn’t help but feel moved.
"What’s your na, young lady? The teacher saw you were listening so closely and wants to quiz you."
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