Chapter 76: Disputes in the Practice Room


    Jemma grabbed the lyrics that Jane was reading and slowly pulled it over. Only then did Jane notice


    that Jemma and the others had walked up to her. Jane was practicing. Why did they take away her


    lyrics? Jane was surprised. Jemma shouted loudly, "Let it go!"


    Jane was so scared that she trembled and she released her grip. She then looked at Jemma with some


    grievances. Why was Jemma so rude to her? Jane had a bad impression of thepany, feeling as if


    she had entered an illegitimate one.


    Of course, Jane knew that Joey and the others were nice, but Jemma had a bias against her.


    "You overestimate yourself." Jemma said mockingly as she swaggered into a swivel chair. As for Keira


    and Joyce, one of them sat on the armrest, while the other stood beside Jemma. Both looked at Jane


    with a faint smile.


    Jemma stared at Jane with a sneer, "Rookie, since you''ve joined the Dreamgirls, you have to abide by


    our rules. From now on, we will be your senior sisters. I am senior to all of you. Keira is the second


    senior sister, and Joyce is the third one. Abby is the fourth one, while you are junior to us. Call us


    senior sisters."


    "Sister Jemma, Sister Keira, and Sister Joyce." Although Jane knew that they were deliberately teasing


    her, she did as they asked. Jane looked at Abby, who was ying with the guitar, and said, "Sister


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    Abby."


    "No need. There are no such rules," Abby said indifferently.


    Jemma nced at Abby. She was quite pleased with herself, for Jane listened to her. Keira, Joyce, and


    Jemma allughed, feeling that they were now superior to Jane.


    Jane ignored their mockery. What she cared about the most now was how to improve her performance


    in variety shows. She wanted to go to practice.


    "Hey, rookie, did we let you go?" Jemma said discontentedly. She was beautiful. But now she looked


    like an annoying ygirl on the street.


    "What else?" Jane was unhappy. She had introduced herself. They kept calling her rookie and did not


    respect her at all.


    "Don''t you see that the practice room is in a mess? Every new member needs to clean it up. Now you


    should start cleaning. Remember to tidy up the things on the table and clean the floor." Jemma ordered


    arrogantly.


    Abby stopped ying the guitar and sighed. She watched Jane clean as Jemma asked. She shook her


    head and continued to y the guitar.


    Jane threw the dirty things on the table on the ground and cleaned the floor with a broom. Now she


    started to wipe the floor with a mop. She was very skilled at doing these things. Before she went to


    college, she often helped her mother do chores at home. She liked to do it.


    In a short while, Jane tidied the room up. Joyce and Keira walked towards the door, leaving behind two


    rows of dirty footprints on the ground that had just been cleaned.


    Jane nced at them with slight dissatisfaction. They walked outughing and talking. Jane did not say


    anything and wiped away the footprints left behind by them.


    After she moped the floor, she was about to put the mop away when Keira and Joyce came in with a


    few bags of snacks.


    Jane smiled and reminded them, "Wait. It''s so hot. The ground will dry in five minutes."


    Keira casually responded to Jane, "We are in a hurry to enjoy snacks." Then she walked into the


    practice room with Joyce, leaving behind two rows of footprints.


    Jane nced angrily at the back of them, and then wiped away their footprints with a mop.


    Jane said to Jemma and the other two, "Don''t move. The ground will dry in five or six minutes. If you


    track mud on the floor again, I won''t...." Jane knew that they had prejudices against her.


    Before Jane could finish, Jemma smiled at her as she slowly poured the chips in her hands on the floor.


    Chips were scattered on the ground, causing a mess.


    "Sorry, rookie, clean up this ce again," Jemma said with a smile.


    No matter how good-tempered Jane was, she couldn''t help but look at Jemma angrily. She didn''t say


    anything and walked out the door with a mop.


    "Stop!" Jemma shouted in dissatisfaction. In the empty practice room, it was extremely ear-splitting.


    Jane did not freeze.


    "Don''t you listen to me? “The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind Jane. Jane turned around


    and her neck was grabbed.


    "What a bitch." Jemma grabbed Jane''s neck and pushed her to the wall. "How dare you be rude to me?


    You are just a bumpkin. Do you want to die?"


    Keira sneered and said, "Slut, you don''t deserve to be part of our team. You should know your ce."


    "I feel so disgusted when I see you pretend to be pitiful in front of Ms. Joey. Do you want to be the


    leader and the lead vocal?" Joyce said mockingly.


    Jane looked at them in fear.


    "Look at this little bitch. She is so frightened. I thought she was awesome." Jemma sneered. She


    fiercely pulled Jane, and Jane staggered. "Sweep the floor!"


    Jane was angry and scared. She held the broom and prepared to clean it up.


    "She listens to us. She''s even cheaper than the dogs on the street. Jemma, it looks like we can control


    her easily."


    "Yeah, it''s useless to be good at singing. If she dares to ask Ms. Joey to choose her as the leader, we


    will beat her to death."


    Hearing Joyce and Keira''s ttery, Jemma was proud. She crossed her arms and sneered at Jane,


    muttering softly.


    "Didn''t Jane say that she and her mother depended on each other? It''s a miracle that her mother, a


    rural woman, can afford Jane''s college tuition. I think her mother must have done some shameful


    things in private. Think about it. How can a widow not be lonely if she lives alone? If she can be


    satisfied and earn some extra money, why not...."


    "Shut up!" Jane suddenly turned around and regarded Jemma fiercely.


    "Hey, slut, you have the guts to offend me, don''t you?" Jemma said word by word as she aggressively


    walked towards Jane. "Your mother is your weakness, isn''t she? I just want to keep cursing her. Your


    mother is a bitch. She sleeps with the bachelors in the countryside...."


    As Jemma spoke, she kicked Jane''s lower abdomen.


    Jane screamed angrily, "Stop insulting my mother...." She grasped Jemma''s feet and threw her onto


    the ground, leaving Jemma''s head hitting the ground.


    Since her childhood, Jane and her mother had been dependent on each other. She knew how much


    suffering her mother had endured in order to feed her. No one could insult her mother.


    Seeing that Jemma was thrown to the ground, Joyce and Keira rushed forward and pushed Jane away.


    Jemma was helped up by Keira and Joyce. She rubbed her painful head and said angrily, "How dare


    you hit me? You don''t want to live, do you? Beat her!" After saying that, she rushed up to hit Jane with


    Joyce and Keira.


    Jane was too weak to fight back. She could only squat on the ground and hug her head so as to protect


    it.


    Jemma''s and the others'' punches were like raindrops. Somended on Jane''s hands, and some on her


    shoulders. Keira kicked Jane to the ground. They kept kicking Jane''s head, back, and stomach.


    "Enough! “Someone pushed away Jemma and the others, who were kicking and punching Jane, with


    all their might.


    "Abby, stay out of our business!" Jemma red at Abby and said. It was Abby who pushed Jemma


    away.


    Abby looked at Jemma indifferently and said, "You guys are too noisy. I just want peace."


    "Get lost! If you think we are noisy, you can leave the practice room," Jemma said furiously.


    "Do you want me to call Ms. Joey?" Abby ignored Jemma and took out her phone.


    "You...." Jemma looked at Abby with anger as her chest heaved. If Joey knew about this, they would be


    in trouble. Jemma nced at Jane with hatred and scolded, "Bitch, if you dare to tell on us to Ms. Joey,


    wait and see."


    "Let''s go!" Jemma had a cold stare at Abby and left with Joyce and Keira.


    Seeing Jemma and the others walk out of the door, Abby heaved a sigh of relief and turned to look at


    Jane. Jane curled up on the ground with her head in her arms, her body trembling slightly.


    ''What a pitiful girl!'' Abby felt some pity for Jane.


    "Get up!" Abby squatted down and helped Jane up. Jane''s face was bruised. Her hair was messy and


    her clothes were dirty with many footprints on it.


    "Thank you," Jane said softly with tears in her eyes, for Abby gave her a trace of warmth.


    Abby showedpassion for Jane, for Jane looked so weak.


    "No need." Abby shifted her gaze away from Jane. "I just thought you were too noisy. That''s all."


    "Thank you, anyway." What Abby said disappointed Jane a little.


    Abby turned around and said to Jane, "If you don''t want to be bullied again, you should find a boyfriend


    to protect you." After that, Abby walked out of the practice room.


    Quincy arrived. He rushed into the practice room. At the sight of Jane, he was shocked, feeling sorry


    for what she had suffered. "Jane!"


    Quincy and Abby passed by each other. Abby looked slightly disappointed. Judging from Quincy''s


    appearance and clothes, she thought he could not protect Jane at all.


    "Quincy." Seeing Quincy, Jane couldn''t help but burst into tears and hug Quincy tightly.


    "Who hit you?" Quincy looked at Jane''s bruised face in horror. It wrung his heart. He was eager to


    know who did it and avenge Jane''s suffering. He turned to look at Abby unkindly. "Was it her? I''ll teach


    her a lesson!"


    "It was not her. The person who hit me has left." Jane stopped Quincy, who was about to hit Abby.


    With a bitter smile, Abby shook her head. Jane had suffered a lot, but destiny tied her together with


    such a silly man. This was her fate. Thinking of this, Abby walked out of the practice room.