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Liu Haochun looked at the very beautiful girl, who had been wearing a cold expression ever since she got on the bus, and felt a strange hostility towards her.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke, her voice very soft: "Zhou Ye, hello; my name is Liu Haochun."

Zhou Ye glanced at that timid little face in the rearview mirror.

She's not the type to go around bullying people.

If you've scared them into submission, continuing to keep a cold face will only make you seem petty.

And more importantly, after carefully examining Liu Haochun, she realized that this girl didn't seem like someone who liked Wang Zi'an.

She turned to the side, forced a smile, and stretched out her hand towards the back row.

"Hello, my name is Zhou Ye!"

Liu Haochun quickly reached out her fair and delicate hand and gently grasped Zhou Ye's hand.

Her hands were very cold; holding them felt like holding a thin piece of porcelain that had just been pulled out of cold water.

"Just now..." Zhou Ye thought for a while; "I wasn't feeling well, sorry!"

"What just happened?" Liu Haochun blinked her clean, doe-like eyes, her voice carrying a natural, non-aggressive innocence.

Zhang Ruonan watched this scene unfold, a satisfied smile appearing on her lips.

She's a smart girl!

Wang Zian glanced at the back seat in the rearview mirror, then at Zhou Ye in the passenger seat.

Zhou Ye's expression had softened considerably, and the sour feeling had dissipated.

Then he noticed the small face in the rearview mirror; her complexion was a little pale, her lips were dry, and she was unconsciously licking them.

"Sister Nan, there's bottled water in the trunk!"

Sister Nan nodded, got up, climbed over to the back row, and reached for a few bottles of water.

"Here you go, Hao Chun!" She also noticed that Liu Hao Chun kept licking his lips.

"Thank you!"

Liu Haochun smiled and took it, his eyes subconsciously scanning the bottle cap to make sure it hadn't been opened before he unscrewed it and took a small sip.

The car came to a smooth stop at a traffic light.

Zhou Ye suddenly took out his breakfast from his bag, and without even looking at him, pushed the bag towards him.

Here, eat up.

"I thought you hadn't brought it for me!"

Wang Zian took the still-warm buns and milk, and looked at Zhou Ye with a smile.

Zhou Ye turned her face away, only showing him the back of her head, but the tips of her ears were slightly red in the morning light.

Wang Zian took a bite of the steamed bun; it was filled with meat and still steaming hot.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Liu Hao sitting upright, holding the bottle of mineral water in both hands, his lips still dry.

I casually asked, "Haocun, have you had breakfast?"

"I've already eaten!" Liu Haochun's voice was very soft.

The next second, her stomach let out a loud, undisguised gurgling sound.

The sound was exceptionally loud in the quiet carriage.

Liu Haochun's face flushed red from her ears to her neck in an instant. She lowered her eyelashes, her doe eyes unsure of where to look. Her lips moved, as if she wanted to explain something but couldn't bring herself to say it.

Wang Zian held the steamed bun, glanced at Liu Haochun, and then at Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye stared at Wang Zi'an with some displeasure.

Wang Zian also stared at her without moving.

In the end, Zhou Ye compromised.

She reached out, took one from the bag of buns in Wang Zi'an's hand, turned around, and handed it to the person in the back row.

"Here you go, there's more here."

Liu Haochun raised her head, her doe-like eyes fixed on Zhou Ye's.

Those almond-shaped eyes, which had been cold just moments before, still showed little expression, but the steamed bun in their hands was held steadily in front of her.

She looked down at the bun again, then reached out and took it. The bun was still warm, the plastic bag warming her palm.

"Thanks."

Her voice was soft, but this "thank you" was more sincere than the previous ones.

She held the steamed bun, and a warm feeling suddenly filled her heart.

Zhou Ye looked at Liu Haochun, who was thin and small, holding a steamed bun with her head down. There was a hint of water in her eyes, and Zhou Ye suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to protect her.

She looked away from Liu Haochun's face, then quickly turned around, pouting, and snatched the milk from Wang Zian's hand.

"You shouldn't drink the milk either!"

As he spoke, Zhou Ye pursed his lips and snatched the milk from Wang Zi'an's hand.

He inserted the straw into the milk and handed it over.

Liu Haochun quickly waved his hand, "No need, I know it's not necessary; one steamed bun is enough for me!"

"Ah! How can one steamed bun be enough?" Zhou Ye said, "I eat at least three steamed buns and a bowl of porridge for breakfast!"

Liu Haochun gave a small, sweet smile, looking a little embarrassed. "We dancers have weight requirements, so we don't dare to eat too much in the morning."

"How long did you hold on?" Zhou Ye pressed.

"It's been like this ever since I started dancing," Liu Haochun said calmly.

"Wow! That must have been tough!" Her tone held genuine regret, but also a hint of relief at her own situation. "Luckily, I gave up when I was little. Not being able to eat was really hard!"

"I remember you were a very good dancer!" Wang Zian interjected curiously.

"I just haven't trained at a professional school. I practice at home on my own sometimes." Zhou Ye turned around and glared at him, as if to say, "Who told you to interrupt?"

"If Sister Zhou Ye could get into Beijing Film Academy, she must be a really good dancer," Liu Haochun added sweetly, holding a steamed bun in her hand.

Zhang Ruonan leaned back in her chair, a rare hint of envy in her voice: "I also wanted to learn to dance when I was little."

After attending a trial class at the dance class for a while, the female teacher told my mom that she had processed a refund for me.

Later they even gave me a nickname, Little Seven.

"Hahaha~!" Zi'an burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the car, almost causing him to lose his grip on the steering wheel. "Seven, Seven, Seven~~!"

"If you dare to sing again, I'll punch you in the back."

Zhang Ruonan smiled and spoke calmly, as if she were giving a weather forecast, but her eyes were threatening.

Wang Zian immediately shut his mouth, swallowing back his smile.

He cleared his throat and changed the subject in a normal tone: "Um, Haochun, besides you, there's one more person coming today."

"That one named Tian Xiwei!" Zhou Ye interjected, her tone carrying an air of composure as if she already possessed the information.

She's been investigating who these two people are since last night.

Liu Haochun is easy to find out because she is quite famous. She just asked a classmate in the art exam class at Beijing Dance Academy and found out that she was the top student in the folk dance major at Beijing Dance Academy.

But no one knew about Tian Xiwei.

She even went out of her way to ask a classmate who had been admitted to the Shanghai Theatre Academy, only to find out that the classmate had never heard of the name before; all she knew was that the classmate had been admitted to the Shanghai Theatre Academy this year.

"Yes!" Wang Zian nodded. "That girl has also practiced dance. You two can film some dance practice videos together."

"No problem." Liu Haochun readily agreed, his tone unusually confident.

Dancing is her forte, and she becomes less nervous when it comes to dancing.

Zhou Ye thought about it and did not refuse.

Although she wasn't a professionally trained dancer, her physical training grades consistently ranked among the top three in her class during the months of intensive training for the art college entrance exam.

Besides, why would she refuse to film a video?

"By the way, Sister Nan, help Liu Haochun register a short video account! She'll need it later!"

"Okay~!" Zhang Ruonan replied cheerfully.