Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

Song Lingge racked her brains for most of the night, but still couldn't find a single clue in her sea of ​​memories.

It seems that whether she catches her father's mistress or her ex-husband's mistress, she'll have to rely on this lifetime.

In her past life, she was a useless thing.

We couldn't find even a single useful clue.

Never mind, let's deal with the most urgent matter first and finish the recitation competition.

The next few weeks.

During the week, Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng spent all their free time in the library.

Over the weekend, Song Lingge went home to exchange information with Zhao Jueyu.

Whether it was because Song Lingge was too busy or because Fang Guanghua was too badly affected by that class, he had been quiet and didn't cause any trouble during this period.

Song Lingge had almost forgotten about this person.

Soon, the "I Love My Motherland Recitation Competition" was held.

It seems that Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages ​​attaches great importance to this competition, holding the event in the school's largest auditorium.

This event is the grandest ever, and I heard that city leaders will also be coming to watch.

I don't recall ever hearing about any leaders from outside the school visiting in my previous life. It seems that, just like in those novels, rebirth can create a butterfly effect.

Qiao Nansheng noticed that Song Lingge was secretly looking at the audience.

"What's wrong? A little nervous?"

"how is this possible?"

Even if you're feeling panicked inside, you can't show it on your face.

But Song Lingge was genuinely nervous!

She hadn't faced such a large-scale scene in decades.

There was a rest room backstage, but Song Lingge wanted to check out the stage situation first, so she persuaded Qiao Nansheng to come behind the curtain with her.

When Fang Guanghua arrived, he saw this scene.

Song Lingge bent over and secretly peeked outside. Qiao Nansheng stood diagonally behind her. Although he had an arrogant expression on his face, he was keeping her company without the slightest impatience.

It gives off the vibe of a loving young couple.

Fang Guanghua suddenly felt an inexplicable unease.

He didn't like Song Lingge, but he had pursued her with great effort for two years. To say that he had no feelings for her at all would be a stretch.

Moreover, thanks to his efforts, everyone thought they were a couple, and he had the illusion that something of his had been unexpectedly taken away.

A strong sense of dissatisfaction and resentment suddenly rose within him.

But his remaining rationality told him that now was not the time for him to be arrogant.

He tried to calm himself down, forced out what he thought was a perfect smile, and walked towards Song Lingge.

"Lingge, I hope you can achieve a good result today."

Song Lingge didn't need to turn around; she knew who it was just by hearing the voice.

Hearing that sound now, she just wants to vomit. She really doesn't know if she was deaf in her past life.

"Are we that close? Please call me Song Lingge from now on, thank you."

After saying that, Song Lingge grabbed Qiao Nansheng's hand and said, "Let's go."

Fang Guanghua stood frozen in place, watching their departing figures hand in hand, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

When did these two people, who seem to have no connection whatsoever, become so close?

the other side.

Qiao Nansheng's gaze remained fixed on the two tightly clasped hands.

Although it was said that they were holding hands tightly, it was actually Song Lingge who was actively pulling on him, and he was just cooperating without using any force.

He was like a mindless puppet, following Song Lingge's every step.

Song Lingge's hands were fair and slender, and perhaps because she was nervous, they were icy cold, which felt especially comfortable to hold in this weather.

Qiao Nansheng tried to hold on back, but Song Lingge suddenly let go of his hand.

The surroundings became very noisy, and only then did he realize that he had returned to the rest room.

Before long, the recitation competition officially began, and the rest room quieted down.

Everyone held their breath and listened to the host's introduction.

The first one to go on stage was surprisingly Fang Guanghua.

"Have you heard? We all draw lots, but Fang Guanghua applied to be the first to perform."

"He's always looking for the limelight; he's probably trying to make a name for himself again this time!"

"Don't say that. He was still very brave to do it. Otherwise, if I let you go first, would you go?"

"No, no, no, I'm not as capable as them."

......

The first person to perform is very courageous, but it's also difficult for them to get off to a good start and score a high mark.

Therefore, many people are unwilling to be the first to go on stage; in the past, it was always done by drawing lots.

Originally, this was supposed to be a lottery, but unexpectedly, Fang Guanghua took the initiative to request it.

What exactly is his intention in doing this?

Song Lingge remembered that in her previous life, Fang Guanghua's name was in the middle or later in the order of birth, and the order had not changed.

Why was the position changed this time?

No, something's strange.

"what happened?"

"Don't you think what Fang Guanghua just said was a bit strange?"

Qiao Nansheng didn't quite understand: "He just said he hoped you would get a good ranking."

Song Lingge shook her head: "That's not right. How did he know I was going to participate in the competition? Who would announce it so publicly? How did he know?"

"They probably saw us backstage."

"That doesn't make sense either. Why didn't he congratulate you?"

After asking this question, Qiao Nansheng fell silent, staring at Song Lingge with eyes that seemed to say, "Why do I only congratulate you? Don't you understand?"

Song Lingge understood immediately.

I rolled my eyes at him: "Aside from attending classes, I haven't seen him even once in private these past few days."

"So you really want to see him?"

"How could that be? Hey, Qiao Nansheng, are you trying to pick a fight?"

......

Song Lingge and Fang Guanghua could no longer argue because they had heard Fang Guanghua's recitation.

Why is the content inside?

Will it be exactly the same as Song Lingge's first one?

Song Lingge looked at Qiao Nansheng suspiciously, only to meet his questioning gaze.

"Fang Guanghua is really talented; he actually wrote the article himself."

"Wow, the response seems to be quite good."

"What should I do? I'm starting to get nervous. I'm behind him in line, and the pressure is immense."

......

The following recitations, unsurprisingly, were all the same and lacked any highlights.

Even after more than a dozen people had passed by, Fang Guanghua's recitation was still met with great enthusiasm.

Song Lingge couldn't figure out what went wrong. Why was Fang Guanghua still reading her draft even though she hadn't made any changes for him this time?

Seeing Song Lingge's furrowed brows, Qiao Nansheng patted her shoulder.

"Relax, that was a draft you rejected anyway, what are you afraid of?"

Song Lingge wasn't worried about losing, especially since they might not necessarily lose.

However, this manuscript is just too strange.

"Qiao Nansheng, I didn't give it to him. I don't know how this happened. That's what I'm worried about. Do you understand what I mean?"

Song Lingge's mind was in a complete mess, like a tangled ball of yarn.

Qiao Nansheng held her shoulders, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.

She finally saw her own face clearly in another pair of pupils.

Worry, panic, doubt...

But now, she must discard all of that.

“Song Lingge, listen to me, there’s no use in worrying about this now. After our competition, I’ll help you find out the truth.”

"Qiao Nansheng, do you believe me?"

"I've never doubted it."