"..."
Jiang Yu looked speechless, is this my fault again?
Can I close the dining hall tomorrow?
All the students: No, no! We would rather get fat than lose delicious food!
The opening dance, fortunately, was not long. In just a few minutes, it was over. After the group of girls finished dancing, they even forgot to bow to the audience and hurriedly ran back to the backstage.
Once they returned backstage, more than a dozen miserable and connected plump Latin dancers huddled in a corner, hugging each other and weeping softly. They had never suffered such grievances in their lives; how could they face their classmates and friends in the future?
After venting quietly for a while, a girl raised her head, eyes somewhat swollen, and said fiercely:
"No way, we can't let this slide! We must make Senior Brother Jiang pay!"
Others asked one after another, "Huh? How can we make Senior Brother Jiang pay?"
