Kiyono Lin frowned as she pulled out a script wrapped in a transparent cover from her tote-like bag and handed it to Jiutiao Meijie.
Jiutiao Meijie looked at it nonchalantly and chuckled, "Plagiarism?"
She had never seen "Love Letter," but while they were lying on a bed taking a nap, Dubian Che, who couldn't keep his hands still, had roughly told her about the origin of the script.
"This is a high school Cultural Festival," Kiyono Lin said in a series of parallel phrases with a piercing look in her eyes. "The Wind Instrument Club charges for music, the Drama Department rehearses popular plays, the Human Observation Department adapts popular movies. Do you have a problem with that, Jiutiao?"
"No problem," Jiutiao Meijie returned the script to Kiyono Lin. "It's just a very ordinary adaptation."
"If you don't want to perform, you can leave now. I'll find someone else for the female lead," Kiyono Lin said, putting the script back into her bag.
