Fake daughters are wealthy

Song Tian and Qiao Nian have been getting along for a week, and Qiao Nian himself said that the song has been adapted on the basis of the original.

That is not the same as the original.

Song Tian temporarily switched to the original song CD to play, the stage effect is bound to be not as good as the stage effect of cooperating with Qiao Nian!

In her opinion, the two departments had already crashed, and if Song Tian refused to let Qiao Nian go up again, wouldn't they be rubbed against the ground by the clinical department?

It's just that no one raised objections to Song Tian's proposal.

Zhou Moyan took the initiative to find the original music CD. She didn't want to stand up as the villain and say that the stage effect was poor.

But these words were suffocating in her heart, and she was still quite uncomfortable.

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

Had they known this, they might as well not have attended the opening ceremony this year!

Nie Lao's closed disciple is nothing more than that!

*

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

She watched Song Tian take a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and went to talk to the music teacher about changing the CD.

She calmly blocked her way: "Song Tian, ​​I can go up."

"??" Song Tian was stopped by her again, she was stunned for a moment, and looked at her in confusion, wondering what Qiao Nian was going to do in such a situation where they were destined to be crushed.

"It's not as bad as you think." Qiao Nian lowered her eyes, stared at her, and smiled, with a cynical and willful smile, and it seemed like she was joking: "Think about the good, for example, if Jiang Xianrou is not chasing the light, I'm the one chasing the light."

Song Tian: "???"

Isn't Jiang Xianrou chasing after the deity, Qiao Nian is chasing after the light?

Song Tian showed an unbelievable expression. She couldn't understand how she said such daydreaming words. She hurriedly checked to see if there were people from other departments around her. After confirming that they were only her own people from the Chinese Medicine Department, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Qiao Nian had sympathetic eyes: "Qiao Nian, I know you want to comfort me."

But isn’t your consolation too unrealistic!

She kindly hid the latter sentence 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 as soon as I go up. At worst, when I go to the cafeteria for dinner, there will be too many people." It doesn't matter to me if you look at me a few times and you can't eat me, but you..."

She racked her brains to search for comforting words in her stomach, earnestly and kindly: "You are the number one student in the college entrance examination this year. Many people are paying attention to you. You should not go up. I will go up alone..."

Seeing the baby-faced girl seriously thinking about her, Qiao Nian felt a little headache. She put away her foolishness, looked serious, and interrupted her: "Song Tian, ​​I'm really chasing light."

"..."

Song Tian's expression was complicated, her lips moved, and she really wanted to say something——

But she liked Qiao Nian very much, so she held back silently.

The girl pulled the brim of her hat, her fingertips were shining white, and the expression on her enamel-white side face looked more serious than before. Looking at her again, her red lips slightly raised an arrogant arc: "We won't Shame on me, because I'm the one chasing the light."

*

Backstage, in another lounge.

Jiang Xianrou sat on the only stool at the dressing table and fiddled with her manicure. She asked a manicurist to do her manicures the day before yesterday, just to match the SEVEN high-end dress she was going to wear on stage today.

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