At the time, Fang Pingping had been too tall for Qin Guan, who had been short in his past life. At 167 centimeters, she had been the beauty queen of his senior high school.
Unsurprisingly, she had been selected as the drum and bugle corps leader, the standard bearer, and so on. At the time, Cong Nianwei had been a little girl with child-like hair, who didn't stand a chance against Fang Pingping's female elegance.
Qin Guan remembered that in his past life, all the dancing performances at the Spring Festival school party had been performed by group dancers, except for Fang Pingping, who had performed a solo routine.
In a shining, colorful minority dress, she had stood up and danced happily. She had been so beautiful! Stop it. Or shall I think about the jokes she made? Qin Guan would have felt sorry for Cong Nianwei, except he didn't know much about her jokes. They had belonged to different worlds.