My girlfriend can't be a jerk [female supremacy]

Chapter 17

The campus exhibition was in full swing.

Song Yingqing had been helping Chen Ling and the others in the music club, and before they knew it, the day of the dinner dance had arrived.

All club activities had come to an end, and the open-air stage of the music club was already being dismantled.

President Peng Can approached, carrying a few drinks. With a smile, he handed them out. "A little token of appreciation to thank you all for the past few days"

His face was still heavily covered in smokey makeup from the previous night's performance. His shoulder-length as-colored hair hung casually over his shoulders.

Chen Ling didn't bother to be polite with him, immediately reached out and took one.

"Why are you being so polite? Don't forget to treat the people from our e-sport club to dinner after this it's over"

"Don't worry." Peng Can replied with a grin, lowering his voice. ''I can't manage without you guys." Then he added: "I've got some other things to take care of, so I won't stick around" As he walked away, Chen Ling handed the drinks to Song Yingqing and the others.

She casually sat on the stone pier beside the lawn, biting on a straw while saying, "The dinner dance is about to start, are you going or not?"

Li Hui walked up to her and put her arm around her shoulders, "Of course I'm going! How could you miss it?"

Yang Shuang stood up with a drink in her and said: "I've got something to do tonight, so I'll go first."

"Hey—"

Chen Ling and Li Hui both shouted. Watching her walk away, Li Hui muttered, "I thought she was finally going to change her mind. Why stay in the music club and help out if you're not even going to attend?"

"Okay, the dinner dance is about to start. Come on, Let's go, are we leaving or what?" Liu Li and Wu Qin, who had been standing nearby, urged as they turned toward the Great Hall.

Song Yingqing held the warm drink in his hand, looking like he wanted to say something, but Chen Ling spoke first, "Junior, are you going too?"

She looked at him intently, as though afraid he'd say yes.

Song Yingqing hesitated for a moment before answering, "I'm sorry, senior. I've already made plans with a friend to attend the dinner dance"

Wang Xiangchen had made him promise, from the first day of the campus exhibition, that they would go together. Even though he had assisted him in landing a decent part-time job, Song Yingqing hadn't had a chance to express her gratitude to him yet. Naturally, he agreed to go with him.

"I see. Why don't you invite your friend along? It'd be more fun if we all went together." Chen Ling suggested.

"Then I'll send a message to ask him." Song Yingqing did not refuse and sent the message directly. Shortly after, Wang Xiangchen replied, saying he'd wait for them at the entrance of the Great Hall.

As soon as they ascended the stairs to reach the assembly hall, Wang Xiangchen was waiting at the door, waving enthusiastically and saying, "Qingqing! Qingqing! Here."

This caused the students passing by to look at them.

Wang Xiangchen didn't feel embarrassed at all, and he didn't know if he thought they were walking too slowly, so he ran straight down.

He grabbed Song Yingqing's arm. He dressed up specially today. He was rarely wearing formal clothes. He also took off his large-framed glasses, which made his doe-like eyes even more endearing.