Good Morning, Mister Dragon! Chapter 424 - A Chess Piece's Destiny is Decided By Its Player

Chapter 424: A Chess Piece’s Destiny is Decided By Its Player

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“What happened exactly? Qingcheng, explain it to me.” Long Aotian rolled off the woman lying underneath him. The woman immediately took a clean handkerchief and cleaned him up.

Upset and fl.u.s.tered, Lan Qingcheng told him everything. As Long Aotian listened to her, his expression darkened.

“Qingcheng, don’t cry. I’ll surely do something about it!” Long Aotian consoled Lan Qingcheng and hung up. The look in his eyes became terrifyingly malicious.

A chess piece’s destiny is decided by its player. Once it has freed itself from the control of its player, what awaits it is nothing but destruction!

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The following day, when Su Qianxun arrived at campus, Ke Ran immediately ran over and said to her, “Qianxun, quick, get ready. I just received news. There won’t be another audition. This time, they are going to choose from the contestants who were selected and those who signed up but didn’t make it to the audition. We’ll have to perform and compete against each other again.”

“Gu Mian hasn’t arrived yet. I’m giving her a call.” Su Qianxun immediately took out her cell phone and gave Gu Mian a call, but no one answered the phone.

“How is it?” Ke Ran asked.

“Why is Mian Mian not picking up? We had talked about this, that she and I are going to perform together.”

Su Qianxun was panicking a little, not just because she might not be able to perform the dance if Gu Mian was absent, but also due to the fact that it was a rare opportunity. It would be great if either one of them was selected for the role in the end. She did not want Gu Mian to miss this opportunity too.

“Should we find someone else to partner up with you?” Ke Ran said.

“We won’t be able to rehea.r.s.e in time. Let’s head over and decide what to do later.” Su Qianxun rushed to the venue together with Ke Ran.

Once she arrived, Su Qianxun quickly headed to the dressing room. Ke Ran said that she would keep an eye out for Gu Mian if she showed up.

After Su Qianxun changed into a new outfit, she came out of the dressing room. She was wearing a long white dress with a simple design and a V neckline. The soft fabric wrapped around her pet.i.te body, and the hem of her dress was made up of white chiffon sewn into folds.

As Su Qianxun walked out from the dressing room, she untied her long hair. Her wavy, seaweed-like hair spread on her shoulders. She did not put on any makeup. Even so, it did not undermine her radiant beauty at all, especially her bright, alluring eyes.

When Su Qianxun approached the entrance to the theater, someone suddenly splashed liquid on her from behind. Su Qianxun turned around and saw Qiao Yiren holding an empty bottle of red ink in her hand. There was a huge red stain on the hem of Su Qianxun’s white dress…

When no one was looking, Qiao Yiren immediately threw the empty bottle into the trash can. She shrugged with an innocent look on her face. “I apologise. My hand slipped. It’s my fault that you can’t perform on stage anymore!”

Qiao Yiren looked at the frown on Su Qianxun’s face and felt an indescribable satisfaction. ‘Hehe. Even though it’s just a lead role in an advertis.e.m.e.nt, I won’t let her get it. It’s too late now for this sl*t to change into another dress anyway.’

As Qiao Yiren was about to enter the theatre, she suddenly heard a sharp ripping sound from behind. Qiao Yiren turned around and saw Su Qianxun tear off the hem of her dress that was dirtied by red stains. Now, her dress was only half its original length. Her nonchalant, sa.s.sy action had attracted the gazes of other students who had just arrived…

Su Qianxun tore off a stretch of her dress, revealing her long, fair and sculpted legs. The young woman looked at the remaining red stains on the torn hem of her dress. The marks, which had soaked through the fabric, resembled cl.u.s.ters of beautiful red plum blossoms.

“I kept thinking that this dress is too long and too plain. It’s much better now. Thank you, Miss Qiao for the idea!” Su Qianxun raised her hand and tossed the chiffon cloth that she tore off the dress into the trash can.