Chapter 293: Chapter 293: Distributing Clothes
After finishing their makeup, Joan King brought all the trainees’ uniforms, distributed them according to their class and size.
Both clothes and shoes are labeled with names to prevent anyone from misplacing them.
Hannah’s clothes and shoes were personally delivered to her in the resting room by Joan King.
There were a few other A-class trainees in the same resting room, everyone just glanced at it and then continued their own affairs.
Hannah sat in the chair, supporting her head, and when she saw Joan King come over, she asked, "Why were my clothes delivered separately?"
Joan King was slightly flustered internally but feigned calmness on the surface. According to the pre-prepared script, she said, "There was a problem with your uniform, so we made some modifications."
Hannah, seeming to have detected nothing, expressed worry, "Is it fixed now, won’t there be any more problems?"
Joan King smiled, "Of course not."
She finished speaking and put down Hannah’s uniform, along with her shoes.
Hannah supported her head, her slender fingertips traced over the uniform, finally stopping on the pair of new sports shoes.
The color of Joan King’s face on the side immediately became somewhat pale, and even a few drops of sweat were shed.
Lucy Taylor, who was busy tying her shoelaces on the side, also curiously looked over, finding Joan King’s nervousness strange.
Hannah didn’t say a word, Joan King couldn’t help but urge, "Hurry up and try them on, if there’s no problem, I still have other things to handle."
Hannah withdrew her hand, looked at the person in front of her, and nodded, "Okay."
Joan King breathed a sigh of relief, watching Hannah hold her clothes and go into the dressing room.
Just that moment, when she met Hannah’s gaze, she felt an oppressive feeling, like rising waves, ready to swallow her at any time.
This invisible pressure almost made her lose her composure.
But fortunately, the plan was going well.
Joan King wiped her sweat and turned her head to meet Lucy Taylor’s curious gaze.
Knowing that Lucy’s company was Flourishing, Joan King didn’t dare to say anything, just urged the other people in the resting room to go out and get ready.
No sounds were coming from the dressing room, causing Joan King to feel anxious.
In a few minutes, Hannah came out.
Her expression was usual.
Joan King’s pupils contracted, her gaze unnaturally staying on Hannah’s feet.
How is it possible that the nail she hid so well was not detected and not causing any trouble?
How could she be alright?
Hannah walked up to Joan King with a faint smile, "The clothes are fine."
Joan King forced out a smile, her voice trembling, "Is...is that so...."
It was only after Joan King left that Lucy Taylor came over, her eyebrows furrowed, "Are you okay?"
Hannah looked at her, a still radiant smile on her face, "I’m fine."
Lucy Taylor nodded, "Let’s hurry up and go then, the shooting is about to start."
Hannah nodded.
In her brain, Golden Lotus was in the corner, a frightened expression on its face.
[Master...master... are you really okay?]
Hannah smiled deeper, slowly saying: "I’m totally fine."
[But, your...]
Hannah: "Shush, less talking, or else I will pluck your feathers and throw you in front of the big worker next door, and let it mock you."
[Boo hoo, master you are so ruthless, I just care about you.]
Interstellar live broadcast room.
Potato Big Tomato: The plot didn’t mention this, so is Hannah injured?
Honey-Wrapped Knife: How is that possible? My idol is so smart, how could she be tricked by Tiffany Lynch, who’s that fake white lotus, she must be fine!
Commander’s Old Attack: First they slandered Hannah as a "royalty", and now they want to steal Hannah’s center position, how could there be such a malicious person?
