“Where did Chen Jiashu’s shoes go?”
“Ah, there.” Dai Yining trotted to the other side and pulled open the door to the cupboard there, “Her things are all in here; they haven’t been touched.”
The cupboard was neat and tidy and the clothes and socks were folded flat and square. Chen Jiashu’s water bottle and some small things were arranged in separate categories next to it. It was her usual style of storage.
Chen Du took two pairs of new toe shoes out from the bottom. Dai Yining asked him, “Is there anything else you want to take?”
“No.” He said.
“Oh, okay.” Dai Yining then closed the locker door behind her.
Chen Du looked at her, “I’ll go first.”
“Mmhmm, feel free to come over anytime you need something.” Dai Yining smiled and waved to him as he walked away without looking back, his footsteps hurried. He was probably in a hurry to deliver shoes to someone.
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If it were any other place, it wouldn’t matter, but this was Chen Jia Shu’s dance studio.
There was a long row of cabinets in the dance studio, and this was the one at the top.
He opened the locker, and inside it was a collection of uniforms for the troupe’s performance tomorrow. The big dance room is a common classroom for art students from all grades and classes, so it is more or less inconvenient. When the costumes were issued, Teacher Song put them here.
There were two levels of cabinets. The bottom was for the accompanying dancers. There was a white flock of white socks and little white shoes, and the top for a few of the main roles. The tight-fitting dresses for the prince, the flock of swans and feathered hair accessories for the white swans, and the black swan’s dress accessories.
Compared to the other dresses that were folded and flattened, the black swan’s dress was slightly messy, as if it had been put down in a hurry halfway through its folding
Chen Du took out the black swan’s dress, lifting the collar and unfolding it in front of him. At a glance, he saw a circle of black feathers around the waist that had been artificially torn. When he turned the garment over, a slit was cut in the middle of the back of the dress.
A good ballet dress had been ruined to the point of being torn and tattered. He didn’t know how ugly it would look on her and how embarrassing it would be on the platform.
Chen Du’s knuckles on the corner of his shirt were so squeezed together so hard that they turned white, and he looked a little dazed for a moment.
The malice between people once again refreshed the bottom line of his perception.
What was the point of doing this? He really couldn’t understand it. A person being excellent was their own business, so who could Chen Jiashu stand in the way of?
It was ridiculous and hateful.
But he didn’t have time to think or get angry now. It would take her about five minutes to get the takeaway from downstairs and bring it back up, and he needed to get out of the corridor before the other person came around the corner on the first floor stairs.
He put the clothes back as he found them, closed the locker door and locked the classroom door, and left without a trace.
Bitches… get… stitches!
She’ll get hers, dbu.