Chapter 77: Si Fuqing: Let's see who dares to stop me (2)
After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 077: Si Fuqing: Let's see who dares to stop me (2)
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It knew that its owner treated it the best.
Si Fuqing could naturally sense the eager gaze of Pixiu, and she warned: "One piece per month.”
Xiaobai shook its head and made a three with its little paw.
One gold brick wasn't enough to fill its stomach.
"Oh." Si Fuqing said nonchalantly, "Then you can eat it in your dreams. Although I have lost some of my abilities, I can hit you with ease."
Xiaobai: “......”
It licked its paw, feeling very aggrieved.
“It's no use for you in acting cute.” Said Si Fuqing ruthlessly. “You really don't know how poor I am now?”
Xiaobai groaned.
Alright, let’s bear with it for a while.
**
At the same time, Feng San, who received the bank notification, was a little confused.
He hesitated for a moment, but still took a step forward and spoke with awkwardness: "Ninth Brother, Miss Si went to the bank to exchange ten gold bricks.”
On the sofa, Yu Xiheng finally raised his eyes: "Gold bricks?"
This made him certain that it was indeed a Pixiu.
It seemed that the Pixiu was also greatly injured, otherwise it would not need gold bricks to replenish its strength.
"Hmm." Yu Xiheng's voice lowered, "Send her gold bricks in the future."
Feng San nodded.
Gold bricks were indeed very valuable.
We could effortlessly hit people with it.
"Hey, Ninth Uncle." Yu Tang came downstairs yawning, and scratched her messy hair, "Is there any food left?"
Yu Xiheng flipped open the next document and said faintly: "Cook it by yourself."
“Oh.” Yu Tang muttered, “I ran into Third Brother yesterday, but I didn't tell him you were here, Ninth Uncle.”
"That young master Yu Yao?" Feng San froze, "Miss Yu Tang, were you having dinner with Miss Si at that time?"
“Yes, Qingqing is so cool.” Yu Tang recounted, with a look of admiration. “Why isn't Qingqing a boy, I'll marry her.”
Hearing these words, Yu Xiheng raised his head.
"I'm sorry Ninth Uncle!" Yu Tang apologized loudly, "Qingqing and you are the one who should be a couple, you two are a perfect match. I will definitely work hard!"
Yu Xiheng pressed the center of his eyebrows.
It was all this nonsense again.
Yu Tang tried to discuss with Yu Xiheng: "Ninth Uncle, can you give me Qingqing for a while?"
Yu Xiheng didn't move, just glanced at her.
Yu Tang, who was trembling, seemed to have been glanced at by the emperor: "......Sorry for bothering you, I’ll go to have breakfast!"
**
On the other side, Dance Room 1.
Lin Qingyan was giving the trainees a training session.
Next to them were the equipment that she asked the staff to move from Dance Studio 2.
She certainly didn’t lack any of the sound equipment and musical instruments, so it was of no use.
Si Fuqing didn't give Xie Yu to her, so she had to make Si Fuqing's life less comfortable.
Although she was very optimistic about Xie Yu, she definitely wouldn't compromise her own interests for a trainee who was unrelated to her.
None of the six people in Si Fuqing’s class can make their debut.
Lin Qingyan pursed her lips and smiled.
Si Fuqing was enduring her own downfall.
It seems that her blatant confrontation with the producer that day was nothing more than a resistance from being oppressed for so long.
It was really useless.
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, there was a heavy knocking sound from the glass window.
Everyone in the Dance Studio stopped their movements and turned around in surprise.
The girl stood expressionless outside the window glass.
A few seconds later, the door opened, and Si Fuqing walked in.
"Yo, Mentor Si, shouldn't you be in the Dance Studio next door? How come you're here?" Mu Ye scoffed, "Could it be that you don't know the way and get lost to the wrong place?"
“Or do you finally have self-awareness and quit being a mentor?”
The other trainees laughed.
“Mentor Si, what's the matter?” Lin Qingyan stood up and asked with a smile, “Are there any difficulties? I can help you.”
Clang—!
Lin Qingyan's chair was kicked.
“Come on, move.” Si Fuqing slowly rolled up her sleeve, her fox eyes were provoking. “Pick your favorite move and let’s see who dares to stop me."
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