After Charles Flores left the practice room, Charlotte Lane and the other four didnât go out again, and started chatting in the practice room.
Amelie Quentin was again brushing Charles Amosâ hair.
Charles Amos was very obedient, allowing her to fiddle with his hair back and forth.
After a while, perhaps feeling a bit tired, Charles Amos rested his head against Roy Madison.
Roy Madison was chatting with Harton Clark when he noticed Charles Amos leaning on him, so he reached over to pinch his face.
Thenâ¦under everyoneâs gaze, Charles Amos picked up a strand of hair from Roy Madisonâs clothes.
âUncleâ¦â Charles Amos sat up straight, holding a strand of hair in his hand, then looked at Roy Madison and said, âYouâre dating someone.â
A sudden silence fell, an unidentified silence.
Everyone looked at Roy Madison.
Roy Madison was the first to react, he took the strand of hair from Charles Amosâ hand and said, âIt might be from your mother or your aunt.â
Harton Clark let out a very short laugh and said, âDonât let my lady take the blame for this.â
Charlotte Lane, looking at Roy Madison, also said, âMy hair isnât this short.â
Amelie Quentin immediately said, âMine isnât this short either.â
âMine is this length.â Charles Amos said, âBut mine is curly.â
Roy Madison: ââ¦â¦â
Roy Madison: âThere are a few that are not curly.â
âReally?â Charles Amos touched his own head, âI havenât seen it, where is it?â
âHere.â Roy Madison held up the hair in his hand.
Charles Amos pursed his lips.
âBrother, youâve been secretly dating behind our backs.â Amelie Quentin said.
âI havenât.â
âYouâre still denying it.â Amelie Quentin pointed at the hair, âThis is the physical evidence.â
âItâs just a strand of hair.â Roy Madison replied.
âA strand of hair that you couldnât bear to throw away.â Charlotte Lane slowly pointed out.
Roy Madison clasping the hair in his hand: ââ¦â¦â
âBut the hair of my sister, mother, and I have never appeared on you.â Amelie Quentin said.
âI allow you to say that again.â
âAlright.â Amelie Quentin said, âMine has appeared. But Iâm your sister. This is another womanâs hair. Who would be this close to you?â
âMoreover, they were seen today.â Charlotte Lane quietly added.
Amelie Quentin nodded her head.
Roy Madison looked at both of them.
Charlotte Lane and Amelie Quentin also looked at him. Charlotte Lane had a calm expression, but Amelie Quentin had a great momentum for questioning.
It was somewhat like not having confidence, but making up for it with expression.
A few seconds later, Charlotte Lane voiced Roy Madisonâs inner thoughts: âLittle sisters have grown up, not so easy to fool anymore.â
âWhen did you ever fool me easily.â Roy Madison said with a smile.
Charlotte Lane raised her eyebrow: âYou easily fooled me when you didnât let me see Harton Clark.â
Harton Clark: ââ¦â¦â
Roy Madison looked at Harton Clark and laughed.
Harton Clark tutted, looking at Roy Madison said: âTurns out the biggest obstacle in finding a wife was you.â
âBrother, is my future sister-in-law beautiful? What does she do? Whatâs her name? Whatâs her last name?â Amelie Quentin suddenly leant in and asked, âHow old is she? Where is she from? When are you getting married? By when will I have a nephew? When will you let us meet her? Have you told mom and dad?â
Roy Madison was left laughing by her series of questions: âIâm not dating.â
âGot it, you havenât caught up yet.â The words of Charlotte Lane werenât as many as those of Amelie Quentin, but every sentence hit the nail on the head.
Amelie Quentin knitted her brows and complained: âYouâre moving really slow.â
Hearing Amelie Quentin complain with a serious tone in her voice, Harton Clark raised his eyebrow.
â¦
After talking in the practice room for a while, Charlotte Lane went to the restroom.
Amelie Quentin initially wanted to accompany her, but was outpaced by Harton Clark.
Amelie Quentin was so angry that she stamped her foot after Harton Clark left.
Charlotte Lane went to the restroom, while Harton Clark waited for her outside and took the opportunity to reply to a message.
However, it was a bit of a coincidence. As soon as Charlotte Lane entered the restroom, she saw Celeste Martin, who was applying makeup inside.
Celeste Martinâs complexion was very poor. She was trying to fix her makeup, but the result was not good.
When Charlotte Lane walked in, it startled Celeste Martin.
With a slight tremble of her hand, loose powder spilled onto the floor.
But after seeing it was Charlotte Lane, the fatigue on her face instantly turned malicious, her entire face nearly twisted.
Charlotte Lane gave her a glance, then ignored her and walked straight in.
Just as she had taken a few steps, Celeste Martin suddenly moved to block her path.
Charlotte Lane stopped and looked at her.
With half-applied makeup, Celeste Martin glared at her ferociously. She seemed to try to calm herself down before saying, âDaisy Zane, did you do that on purpose?â
âDo what on purpose?â
âDo what? You purposely said that you havenât played the Pipa for many years, then suppressed me.â As Celeste Martin spoke, her breathing gradually became chaotic, as if she was losing control of herself, âIf you canât suppress me, blame it on not playing for many years. If you could suppress me, let others think, you havenât played for so many years, yet you can still play so well.â
Charlotte Lane found it amusing and let out a smirk, âCeleste Martin, do you have a poor memory? This whole thing was provoked by you. Youâve always wanted to put me in that position to make a fool of myself.â
Celeste Martin was momentarily speechless.
âMoreover⦠I canât lose to you, such a situation doesnât exist.â Charlotte Lane, with an indifferent expression and a strong aura, slowly said, âI really havenât played for many years, but suppressing you⦠itâs too easy.â
âYouâ¦â Celeste Martin was so angry that she was trembling and couldnât say a word.
âThis is the difference between people.â Charlotte Lane hit where it hurts, âYouâve practiced for more than twenty years and this is your height. I only practiced for a little over ten years, havenât touched it for a few years, yet I am still at a height you canât reach.â
âDaisy Zane!â Celeste Martin raised her hand as if to hit her.
Charlotte Lane quickly grabbed her wrist and threw it away.
Celeste Martin stumbled back a few steps, barely keeping her balance by holding onto the washbasin.
Charlotte Lane walked a few steps towards her, her gaze scanning the Court Music Academy name tag on her clothes.
Every student of the Court Music Academy has their own name tag, and today they were all wearing them on their clothes.
Charlotte Lane grabbed the name tag, with a pull, directly yanked it off her clothes, tearing a small hole in her sleeve.
Celeste Martin immediately tried to get her name tag back, but failed: âGive it back to me!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Charlotte Laneâs eyes were filled with frost, she held her name tag and said, âCeleste Martin, I advise you to be smarter. If you keep your head down, there will be a place for you in the Court Music Academy. But if you do something stupid like today, get out.â
âWhat right do you have to say these things to me!â
âWhether I have the right or not is not up to you.â Charlotte Lane quietly said, âDonât overestimate yourself, youâre not irreplaceable. Whether you are here or not, itâs all the same.â
After Charlotte Lane finished speaking, she threw the name tag on the washbasin and turned to the inner part of the restroom.
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