Chapter 199

"Thank you for your trouble." Jiang mianmianmian smiles at her.

Suddenly, as like as two peas, she looked at three gorgeous dresses in her arms and three identical white petticoat.

"Well, is this the dress for the ball later?" Jiang mianmianmian pointed to the three suits and asked curiously.

"Yes, these three pieces belong to you, Lin Miaomiao and Bai Weier." Lan Lan nodded.

"May I have a look?" When Jiang mianmianmian heard the names of Bai Wei'er and Lin Miao Miao, the corners of his eyes suddenly jumped twice.

She looked at the three dresses in front of her, and her eyes finally stayed on the three white petticoats. A moment later, there was a clear sneer at the bottom of her eyes.

"Jingyi, Lanlan, can you do me a favor later?" Jiang mianmianmian looks at LAN LAN and Fang Jingyi and says.

Under their puzzled eyes, Jiang Mianmian gradually lowered her voice.

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In the twinkling of an eye, the time for dinner was over.

In just over ten minutes, the small auditorium was full of people, and the originally quiet auditorium became full of people.

"Wow, thanks to our early arrival, if we were a little later, we would not be able to get a seat." A boy sat comfortably in a chair and said excitedly.

"Hey, hey, is it thanks to me that we run so fast?"

"What image will Jiang mianmianmian appear in the drama later?"

"Who knows. But it's because I don't know, that's why people are looking forward to it. "

This side of the noisy voices, the other side of the three classes where the students are in the position, we all face excited discussion.

"Hey, hey, hey, did you see that post about our class flower in the forum has been built more than 1000 floors. This drama tonight must be very wonderful."

"That must be, we class flower hand, the effect is absolutely extraordinary."

"I'm just curious about the shape of our class flower in the second act of the dance."

"Whatever, I'll beat him if he says our class flowers are not good-looking."

"Yes, yes."

The students of class three nodded their heads in order, and dozens of eyes turned to the dark stage one after another, shining with a strong color of expectation in their eyes.

Not far behind them, many boys in Fong loze's class also sat in their seats, quietly guessing about the performance later.

"Lao Liu, don't be listless. We have to support zege later." A roommate patted Lao Liu on the shoulder.

"Wuwuwuwu, it's a pity that my little sister, goddess, has no clue up to now. My heart aches." Old six wailed.

My roommate rolled his eyes helplessly and let him go to the corner alone to lick the wound.

At a certain moment, the light above the small auditorium suddenly dimmed, and then there was a chasing light on the stage, which was thrown into the dark corner.

"Here we go, here we go. Be quiet." Don't know who roared a voice, originally noisy auditorium inside, "Shua" suddenly quiet down.

Everyone held their breath and looked forward to the stage.

With the light gradually lit up, a thick white sound from the top of the stage rang up.

"A long time ago, there was a lovely and kind girl whose father died very early."

"Her stepmother often maltreats her, and her two children often bully her. She is forced to do heavy work and is often covered with dust, so she is called Cinderella."