The Perfect Hurricane Boyfriend

Wuwuwu... Wuwuwu... Look, who is the little girl crying under the dark piano over there? Oh, she looks so cute, her eyelashes are like those of a doll, and her nails and lips are pinker than pink pearls. Who else could such a cute little girl be? Of course, it could only be me, my lady, Yue Baobao! But this is me when I was 7 years old. The 7-year-old me cried loudly under the piano at the National Youth Piano Competition, 10 minutes before the start of the SoYoung National Youth Piano Invitational Competition. It was my first time participating in the competition. I was extremely uncomfortable, extremely frightened, extremely scared, and cried extremely. So... Little girl, stop crying and come out from under the piano, okay? The extremely nervous emcee said to me outside the piano with his face covered in oil and sweat. If I don't come out, this competition will be postponed! Ha ha! Baby,... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.