The next day, Mi Ruo met his senior Luo Yuan when he was attending a student union event.

Luo Yuan is four years older than her and is the only graduate student in the department. He looks handsome and outstanding in his studies, so he is deeply loved by his juniors. Luo Yuan and Hua Miruo are close to each other, which always attracts students' jealousy for Miruo.

Mi Ruo went late. When he arrived at the student hall, the small venue was already full of people. Mi Ruo was wondering why there were so many people today, but he heard someone greeting her, "Mi Ruo, come here, I'll leave you a seat."

Mi Ruowang passed by, it was Luo Yuan. The two of them exchanged whispers, and a competition brochure sent by the teacher.

She looked at it and asked Luo Yuan: "It turned out to be the new international ballet competition. I was about to sign up for it. Luo Yuan, do you think I have hope?"

Luo Yuan's eyebrows moved slightly when he heard this.

Mi Ruo was looking at the brochure in his hand, not paying attention to the expression on his face. After a few seconds, he heard Luo Yuan say, "We are not qualified to participate in such a competition... Mi Ruo, you will give up this time."

Because Luo Yuan is the only graduate student in the department, he is close to the teachers. It is normal for him to know some inside information, but his words made Mi Ruo dissatisfied.

"Give up? Why give up? Everyone competes fairly and has equal opportunities."

Mi Ruo knew that this was a great opportunity. If he could participate, it would be an opportunity to exercise. If he could get a ranking, it would be the best. After returning to China, he would not have to worry about finding a job in the second half of the year.

With a good job, she naturally has a good income. In this way, her mother's medical expenses will be settled, and she no longer has to go to An Jingzhi to beg for it.

Unexpectedly, Luo Yuan broke her fantasy, "Don't think about it, the school has already set a candidate."

Mi Ruo was stunned, "Is it determined? Who is it?"

Luo Yuan seemed to hesitate, and after a while, he said, "It's Anyarou, her father is rich and has a strong family. Miruo, just wait a moment before participating next time."

Next time? Hoho!

Mi Ruo sneered, it will take three years to wait for the next time. Who can wait for three years of youth? Everyone knows that dancing people eat youth food, and who can use three years of youth to wait for an unknown result?!

Mi Ruowu dances very well and can be said to be the top student among top students. It’s a pity that there is never equality in such a thing as opportunity! And the irony is that Anyaro’s rich father is her ruthless and unrighteous father!

Seeing her look ugly, Luo Yuan patted her back to comfort her, "Look out, it may not be a bad thing to go or not. Maybe he will encounter a better opportunity in the future."

Mi Ruo's face was heavy and he was worried.

—————Rao Wu "President Satan pursues his wife"————

In the West Suburb Hospital of Nancheng, Mi Ruo presses the numeric keys of the inpatient department on the 5th floor.

This hospital is relatively affordable. Compared with the expensive municipal hospitals in the city, the environment is good and the medical expenses are not too expensive.

Speaking of medical expenses, she couldn't help but think of the game again. She took out the poster from her backpack in frustration and stared at the beautiful ballet shoes in the painting in a daze.

This poster is designed in a dreamy way. The central ballet shoes are so beautiful. The rotating stage is dazzling and colorful. It is the Bazaar Dance Theater that she has longed for for a long time and is famous at home and abroad...

Suddenly, a tall and handsome figure stepped in at the right time when the ladder door was closed. Mi Ruo instinctively raised her head and crashed into the man's bright but cold eyes.

When Mi Ruo saw the person's face, she was shocked. This man turned out to be...
Chapter completed!