At the sight, Yu Xiaowan was all black lines! She had thought that Ye Feifei would always be as super confident as she was in front of her, but before even getting on stage, she had already gotten stage fright—it was just supremely "awkward sauce." Oh heavens, oh earth, how could I have such a friend?
— The person sitting in front of me now, is that a fake Ye Feifei? (Covering face, crying...)
Yu Xiaowan, feeling "so frustrated she could mold metal into steel," took the eyebrow pencil in her hand and smacked Ye Feifei's head with it.
"Ouch, Yu Xiaowan, why are you hitting me? Did you get your head caught in a door when you left?"
