Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Song Tian and Qiao Nian have been working together for a week, and Qiao Nian himself said that the song has been adapted from the original.

That's not quite the same as the original one.

Song Tian temporarily switched to the original song CD to play, and the stage effect was definitely not as good as the stage effect when she collaborated with Qiao Nian!

In her opinion, the two departments had already crashed into each other. If Song Tian didn't let Qiao Nian get up when she came back, wouldn't they be pressed to the ground and rubbed by the clinical department even more?

But no one raised any objection to Song Tian's proposal.

Zhou Moyan even took the initiative to find the original music CD. She didn't want to stand up and be the villain and raise the issue of poor stage effects.

But these words stuck in her heart, and she still felt uncomfortable.

Yin Wenzhi looked at Qiao Nian frequently, his brows moved slightly, as if he had something to say but was holding back...

If I had known this, their department might as well not have attended the opening ceremony this year!

Lao Nie’s closed disciples are nothing more than this!

*

Qiao Nian didn't know that someone was looking at her, or that she never paid attention to the other person's prying eyes from the beginning to the end.

She watched Song Tian take a deep breath, adjust her mood, and then go to the music teacher to talk about changing CDs.

He stopped her path calmly: "Song Tian, ​​I can go up."

"???" Song Tian was stopped by her again and was stunned for a moment. She looked at her with some confusion. She didn't understand why Qiao Nian had to go up to this situation where they were destined to be crushed.

"Things are not as bad as you think." Qiao Nian lowered his eyes, looked at her, and smiled. There was some cynical willfulness in the smile, and it was like a joke: "Think of the good things, for example, if Jiang Xianrou is not chasing the light, I’m the one chasing the light.”

Song Tian: "???"

Jiang Xianrou is not the one who chases the light, but Qiao Nian is the one who chases the light?

Song Tian had an incredible expression on her face. She couldn't understand why she said such daydreaming words. She quickly looked around to see if there were people from other departments. After confirming that they were the only ones from the Chinese medicine department, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked towards Qiao Nian's eyes were quite sympathetic: "Qiao Nian, I know you want to comfort me."

But isn’t your comfort too unrealistic?

She kindly hid the following words in her heart, touched her earlobe, and comforted Qiao Nian: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm a thick-skinned person, and I'll go up to you whenever I can. At worst, when I go to the cafeteria to get food, there will be many people." It doesn't matter to me if you look at me a few times but you can't eat me up, but you..."

She racked her brains and searched for comforting words, and said seductively: "You are the top scorer in this year's college entrance examination. Many people are paying attention to you. You'd better not go up. I'll go up alone..."

Qiao Nian felt a little headache when she saw the baby-faced girl thinking about her seriously. She put away her idleness and turned her expression serious, interrupting her: "Song Tian, ​​I'm really chasing after the light."

"..."

Song Tian had a complicated look on her face, and she moved her lips, wanting to say something - [You are chasing the light, then I am the father who chases the light! 】

But she liked Qiao Nian very much and silently endured it.

The girl was holding the brim of her hat, her fingertips were shining white, and her enamel-white side face looked even more serious than before. She looked at her again, her red lips slightly raised in an arrogant arc: "We won't It’s embarrassing because I’m the one chasing the light.”

*

Backstage, in another lounge.

Jiang Xianrou was sitting on the only stool on the dressing table, playing with her manicure. She had her nails done by a manicurist the day before yesterday, just to match the SEVEN high-end dress she was going to wear on stage today.

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