Missing this opportunity to take the college entrance exam meant that Jiang Ye would never have another chance to attend university. Her academic qualifications would forever remain at the high school level.
However, Wen Ci was unaware of this.
Having been reborn, Jiang Ye had long forgotten the knowledge needed for the college entrance exam.
Her sole focus was on marrying Huo Jingyuan to change her fate.
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After the morning performance, Yu Qing and Wen Ci met in the cafeteria. They needed to have lunch together before heading backstage to wait for the female performers from the cultural troupe to do their makeup.
During the meal, Wen Ci couldn’t help but notice that Yu Qing kept glancing at her. She finally asked directly, “Is there something on my face? Why do you keep looking at me?”
“No, there isn’t.”
Wen Ci lowered her eyelids slightly, sensing something amiss, and spoke calmly, “Yu Qing, are you hiding something from me?”
“N-no, I’m not.”
Even as Yu Qing said this, she didn’t believe her own words.
“If there’s something, just say it.”
“There’s nothing.”
But Wen Ci didn’t press further.
In the 1980s, makeup techniques were generally heavy-handed. During performances, the cultural troupe shared makeup products among many people, as they couldn’t afford expensive cosmetics.
They used low-quality powders instead.
After nearly half an hour of makeup application, Wen Ci’s face was painted pale with a hint of red. Holding a mirror, she looked at her reflection and was at a loss for words.
In contrast, Su Wanqing, who had done her own makeup, looked much more elegant and refined.
After some hesitation, Wen Ci asked, “Can I redo my makeup?”
“Up to you.”
With that, the female soldier in charge of makeup handed the extra cosmetics to Wen Ci and warned, “If the audience doesn’t like your makeup, we won’t take responsibility.”
“Got it.”
Wen Ci pulled Yu Qing to a corner and sat down. She began removing the exaggerated makeup from her face, explaining as she did so, “The makeup for the water sleeve dance should be understated. The focus should be on our dance, not heavy makeup.”
“You know how to do makeup?” Yu Qing asked.
“A little.”
As Wen Ci spoke, she helped Yu Qing remove her makeup, planning to redo Yu Qing’s first. She was used to doing her own makeup, but applying it on someone else was much slower.
Without foundation, Wen Ci had to mix colors herself.
An hour later, the makeup was redone. Wen Ci even added a beauty mark under Yu Qing’s eye. At first glance, their makeup looked simple and elegant.
But upon closer inspection, there was a noticeable difference.
After finishing the makeup, the two prepared to change into their water sleeve costumes. The female soldier in charge of makeup was shocked when she saw their faces. “Did you do this yourself?”
“Yes.”
Suddenly, a scream came from the dressing room, and everyone rushed over to see what had happened. Inside the makeshift room, many costumes had been cut to shreds.
Especially the long-sleeved ones.
Yu Qing’s sharp eyes immediately spotted the white water sleeve costume among the ruined clothes. Her eyes widened in panic. “Oh no, the water sleeve costume has been cut too.”
Hearing this, Wen Ci pushed through the crowd and picked up the ruined water sleeve costume from the floor. Her brows furrowed tightly as she scanned the room, which was filled with members of the cultural troupe.
When Huang Qian arrived and saw the mess in the dressing room, she was furious. In all her years, this was the first time something like this had happened.
“Investigate this immediately!”
Wen Ci sighed silently. The backstage area during the cultural performance was chaotic. Although it was backstage, anyone could come in during the lunch break, and there were no surveillance cameras.
Without concrete evidence, there was nothing they could do.
“What about our performance?”
Hearing Yu Qing’s question, Huang Qian immediately turned to the female soldier in charge of the costumes and asked, “Do we have any spare water sleeve costumes?”
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