I, a cannon fodder, became the heroine in a variety show

Chapter 132 Turning Grief and Anger into Motivation
After experiencing great joy and great sorrow, Yin Yinying felt that her mental endurance had increased a lot at the moment, and she was already more than one level higher than ordinary people.

After rolling a few times on the bed in a complicated mood, she pulled herself together and stood up.

Meng Yiyun's coat was still here with her, so she picked it up casually, and was about to go to Meng Yiyun's dormitory to return it to her.

After knocking on the door twice, when the door was pushed open, she asked politely, "Hello, is Meng Yiyun in the dormitory?"

Her manner was polite and respectful.

But the other party's expression was not very friendly when they heard the word 'Meng Yiyun'.

After coldly dropping a sentence of "not here", he ruthlessly closed the door.

Yin Yinying stood behind the door in silence for a moment.

Why is it that the people in Meng Yiyun's dormitory are so hostile to her?

Holding her coat in her hand, she walked into the public area, looking for Meng Yiyun.

Finally found her in the study room.

At this moment, she was sitting in the corner, not knowing what she was doing with the pen, her expression was nervous, and the corners of her eyes were still red.

Yin Yinying's heart sank, her pace slowed down, and she walked over.

When Meng Yiyun noticed Yin Yinying's arrival, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and his hands subconsciously covered the paper in front of him.

But Yin Yinying still saw it.

She's counting everyone's points.

I'm thinking about whether I can stay in Class B.

Yin Yinying's heart was even more sour.

She clearly kept saying that she didn't mind...

But it's also, after all, it's about how far she can go on this show, how could she not mind.

Meng Yiyun lowered his eyes slightly, knowing that he couldn't block what was on the paper, so he let go of his hand and stood up slowly.

"Why are you here?"

"Your coat is with me." Yin Yinying said, her tone unconsciously brought some comfort, "You left in a hurry at night, and your clothes were left in the hot pot restaurant. I brought them here for you."

"Ah, okay, thank you." Meng Yiyun, as if he hadn't noticed this, reached out to take his coat and put it on the back of the chair, feeling a little absent-minded.

And she was only wearing a thin costume, but she didn't feel cold.

"Why don't you put on your clothes, don't catch a cold." Yin Yinying couldn't help but remind her.

His eyes fell on Meng Yiyun's face again, the traces of allergies faded slightly, but his complexion was still not very good.

"Yes." Meng Yiyun only responded, and then Namu put on his coat, and there was no other sound.

Yin Yinying pursed her lips.

"Don't pay too much attention to the public performance, after all, there is only one performance now, and there are still many opportunities in the future."

She patted Meng Yiyun's hand in relief.

And Meng Yiyun remained silent.

There were only the two of them in the study room at the moment, so she didn't need to keep pretending to be strong, and she had a lot to say.

But he paused on his lips, but choked up again.

In the end, Meng Yiyun couldn't hold it back and shed tears. Yin Yinying's heart was twisted into a ball, and she went to hug Meng Yiyun, silently giving her strength.

She can naturally understand how she feels at the moment.

It also seemed that the comfort given to Meng Yiyun at this moment was to go back to his previous life and comfort that weak and pitiful self.

"It's okay, I've come over here, and you can do it too." She softly patted Meng Yiyun's back.

She must have accumulated a lot of grievances.

After all, so much has happened.

Meng Yiyun nodded, unable to say a word for a long time.

Time passed gradually, and people often passed by outside the study room, and occasionally bursts of laughter came, and when they noticed the figure in the study room, all sounds were stopped, but no one came in.

Yin Yinying sighed.

From the corner of the eye, I happened to catch a glimpse of the last words Meng Yiyun wrote on the paper on the table:

Class B is ranked 22nd, and there is a high probability that it will fall into Class C, which is another big step back from Class A.

There are a few emoticons with crying faces on the back.

And a small line of words: Why can't I perform well every time! ! !

The surrounding air seemed to freeze a few degrees again.

Yin Yinying's eyelids were also red.

Meng Yiyun's crying gradually weakened, and after a while, he let go of Yin Yinying and wiped away his tears.

"Sorry, I lost my temper."

"It's okay." Yin Yinying handed her some tissues.

"The final grade will be calculated with the usual grades, so you still have a great chance."

Meng Yiyun rolled his eyes, "My stage ranking is too low, I guess I really have to go to class C."

Ergong started with a knockout system, and after going to Class C, the competition was particularly fierce, which meant that even a small mistake would face the risk of being eliminated.

If eliminated...

Then her dream was shattered.

The most important thing is that she was the most popular person when she first came here, but she was pulled down step by step, and now she is also facing the pressure of being the first to be eliminated.

This sense of gap will only make people feel more uncomfortable.

"But as long as we're still here, there's hope, isn't there?" Yin Yinying took her hand, giving her some hope.

Meng Yiyun raised his eyes and stared at her.

"Remember what you said to me? You asked me to wait for you in class A, and you will definitely come to me." Yin Yinying smiled softly, "I have been waiting, gentleman, you can't Go back on your word."

A gust of wind blew in from the window, and the tear stains in the corners of the eyes seemed to be taken away by the wind, and the traces were dried, leaving behind a force full of perseverance.

Meng Yiyun also smiled slightly, "Okay."

"If you have any grievances, you can tell me. If you are bullied, don't bear it. Tell me, and I will teach them for you."

"it is good."

"Isn't it just a failure? It's okay. You are Sister Yun, Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death. If you stand up, you can definitely change your life against the sky."

Meng Yiyun held the paper full of report cards in his palm and held on firmly.

In the end, I just turned all my strength into one sentence, "Thank you, ying ying ying."

But Yin Yinying only patted her on the shoulder in her own way.

"They're all good brothers. If you say this, you'll be out of touch."

Meng Yiyun smiled from the bottom of his heart, "Isn't it good to be a sister? Why do you want to be a brother?"

"You can be anything you want." Yin Yinying said carelessly.

"You are really charming." Meng Yiyun stared sideways at Yin Yinying, eyes full of admiration and envy.

The latter shook his hair, "Don't be obsessed with sister, she is just a legend."

The moon quietly climbed to the center, and as the night deepened, two voices sat on the roof, shaking their legs, looking up at the endless night sky.

"Actually, when I first saw your first stage, I knew you were a capable person, but you didn't perform well at that time." Meng Yiyun's voice was very soft.

Yin Yinying didn't speak.

"I don't know why you didn't treat that stage well even though you were so strong, but you also brought me a sense of crisis. I was fighting with you in my heart, so I didn't perform well on that stage."

Yin Yinying had never heard of these words.

When she heard this, her thoughts drifted away.

Slowly said, "Then turn grief and indignation into motivation."

(End of this chapter)