Luolu shook her head, "No, I'm not performing piano today, I'm performing something else."
"What is it?"
"Guess." Luolu blinked her eyes, as bright as mischievous grapes, with a playful expression.
Song Dabai wrinkled his little nose, "Magic?"
"I can't do magic." Luolu shook her head.
"Calligraphy?"
Song Dabai was already imagining Luolu performing calligraphy. Her handwriting must be beautiful.
"Nope." Luolu shook her head again.
Song Dabai guessed again, "Is it poetry recitation?"
He remembered last time a girl in class performed poetry recitation and received unanimous praise from the classmates.
So, Song Dabai imagined Luolu reciting poetry, hmm, it would definitely be better than that girl in class.
But Luolu shook her head again, "Poetry recitation is my desk mate's performance."
"Could it be a drama performance? Our school's anniversary celebration also has drama performances." Song Dabai touched his small nose bridge.
