Chapter 42

Yang Mengying lied sincerely: "No! Absolutely not! I was so frightened that I could only call you! You are my best friend..."

It's a pity that Su Qiao is not Mo Qiaoqiao, so she won't be fooled by Yang Mengying's soft words.

"Best friend! Would a real good friend slander and spread rumors and slander me in front of so many people? Would a real good friend have the idea of ​​giving away friends as tributes in exchange for resources! Yang Mengying, are you really— "

"I didn't! Everything is your delusion!"

Yang Mengying categorically denied it.

Su Qiao didn't argue with her, opened the door, dragged the box in, made the bed and placed things.

Seeing that Su Qiao ignored her, Yang Mengying snorted coldly and began to tidy up her things.

……

In the evening, Su Qiao went to the cafeteria for dinner.

The canteen of the artist training camp is a small self-service restaurant. There are fried dishes, western food and sashimi. The long table is full of various cakes and juices.

Su Qiao was a little hungry, she picked up the cake and was about to put it on the dinner plate, when a sneer sounded from behind.

"How dare you eat cake, aren't you afraid that you'll be so fat that you won't be able to see it on camera!"

Hearing this, the other hands who wanted to take the cake retracted immediately.

But Ye Li took a piece of cake and put it on the dinner plate.

"How can you have the energy to cope with training if you don't eat enough? It's not good to have weak legs and feet when you're hungry."

Seeing her confident expression, everyone gave envious eyes.

After some ideological struggle, Su Qiao finally gave up on the cake, and took some boiled grass and half a bowl of rice porridge, ready to eat. ,

Ye Li was sitting next to her, seeing that Su Qiao's food was so shabby, she raised her eyebrows: "As for working so hard! We are just trainees."

"I'm the kind of person who will get fat even after drinking saliva. If I don't strictly demand myself anytime and anywhere, I will soon become fat like a balloon."

Ye Li turned her head and looked her up and down: "But you don't look fat at all, your arms and legs are very slender but not numb... It's very standard——"

"My face is not mirrored..."

Su Qiao started to eat grass.

In front of everyone's envy, Ye Li cut off the cake and ate it.

Yang Mengying's eyes almost turned green!

……

After dinner, the training camp gave everyone an hour of free time, followed by dance teaching.

Su Qiao went back to her room to change into her dance clothes, but when she passed by Ye Li's room, she smelled a sour smell.

She knocked on the door: "Miss Ye, are you feeling unwell?"

"No—nothing!"

Ye Li's voice was full of resistance.

Reminiscent of her eating cake at dinner time, Su Qiao understood most of it in her heart!
"Miss Ye, you don't have anorexia, do you?"

"how is this possible!"

Ye Li opened the door, her eyes fainted.

Su Qiao saw that there was still white foam on the corner of her mouth, and couldn't help reminding: "If you induce vomiting too much, it will hurt your body."

"How are you sure I was inducing vomiting just now?"

Ye Li looked at Su Qiao with less friendly eyes.

Su Qiao laughed dryly: "I have been a celebrity assistant for two years. Many celebrities have to eat and drink in front of the camera in order to fuck the foodies. After avoiding the camera, they desperately dig out and spit it out."

"...Is Ye Qiao the same?"

Su Qiao lowered her eyes: "I am not Ye Qiao's assistant, but it is said that she also—"

"Sure enough, there is no such thing as a physique that can't get fat without eating!"

Ye Li showed a dark smile.

She patted Su Qiao on the shoulder: "You are easily bullied in this situation, how about this, mess with me!"

"Thank you Miss Ye, but I—"

(End of this chapter)

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