The annual festival at the University of Ames finally takes place this Friday.

At half past seven in the evening, the school leaders walked into their seats one after another, and the outstanding seniors of the previous classes also came.

Gao Xi reported a skit show and went to prepare early, while Ning Qingyu was very divided and waited quietly in his seat for the show to start.

Hearing that the seniors and seniors were here, Ning Qingyu looked around the audience aimlessly, and didn't see the person in his memory, but somehow, he suddenly couldn't lift his strength.

After a while, the grade level cadre hurriedly ran over, "If any of you are free, help us move something." ”

Everyone lowered their heads, for fear that this drudgery would fall on their heads in the next second.

Ning Qingyu glanced left and right, slowly raised his hand and said, "I'll go." ”

"Okay, it's you, come here. ”

The backstage is also very lively, and all the people who perform the show are gathered here tonight.

Seeing Ning Qingyu walk in, someone stepped forward to talk, "Ning Qingyu, why didn't you perform a show?"

Her popularity is very good, but many times she doesn't like to communicate with people, so she looks relatively cold, and few people dare to come forward to talk.

At this time, some people opened this head first, and others stopped pretending to be reserved, and stepped forward to greet the beautiful woman.

"Qingyu, with your appearance, you don't need to perform anything at all, it's already a benefit for your classmates to sit forward. ”

"Yes, Qingyu, as long as you go on stage, you can dominate the audience without performing. ”

The grade cadre who was moving things also stopped when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Okay, why don't I arrange a program for you now?"

This was said with confidence, and the coaxing was about to come true, Ning Qingyu hurriedly refused: "Let's hurry up and move things to arrange the scene." ”

At this time, I don't know who shouted, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw Ning Qingyu squatting on the ground holding a skirt, Zhang Qian stood aside at a loss, presumably the voice just now came from one of the two of them.

"Who soiled my skirt?" Ning Qingyu stood up and swept the people opposite one by one with resentment, and finally his gaze fell on Ning Qingyu.

The grade cadres were enthusiastic, and they stepped forward to ask about some situations, and comforted and explained, "Qingyu, show me how dirty it has become, and whether it can be remedied." ”

Ning Qingyu stuffed his skirt into him and shouted, "Look, look at yourself, this is completely unwearable!"

The skirt is blue-white, and the bottom half is dyed with an unknown liquid, which looks a little nondescript.

The grade cadre held a skirt and froze in place, at a loss.

"Let me guess, one of you must have made it dirty. Zhang Qian walked to the opposite side and stopped in front of Ning Qingyu, "It's you, right?"

Ning Qingyu was suddenly a little inexplicable, how could this make her take the blame?

Zhang Qian continued her nonsensical speculation: "Before you came, Qing Yu's skirt was fine, but as soon as you came, the skirt was dirty like this, you must be secretly looking for an opportunity to stain this skirt! I know that you have always been jealous of Qing Yu, for fear that she will do such a dirty thing when she plays well on the stage later!"

Ning Qingyu: "...... What's the story you're telling?"

"No, Qingyu has been standing with us since he came backstage, and he doesn't have time or leave to do what you said. Someone in the crowd said this.

The grade cadre also chimed in: "Yes, she came with me, and she hasn't passed through this corridor when she comes in the backstage, so you are mistaken." ”

Zhang Qian never expected that these people would rather offend Ning Qingyi than help her speak, and she became even more angry: "Then what do you mean?

Ning Qingyi rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and said helplessly: "Don't argue, I'm about to perform on stage, can any of you tell me what to do now?"

From beginning to end, Ning Qingyu watched all this coldly, without thinking that this must be Ning Qingyu and Zhang Qian's behavior again, she was always able to direct and act a play against her, it was ridiculous to think about it!

Since she came to the imperial capital, she has been targeted countless times, and she used to turn a blind eye and couldn't see it, but today, she suddenly didn't want to endure it.

Ning Qingyu slowly walked a few steps, stood still in front of Ning Qingyu, then took the dress in her hand, turned around and walked into the dressing room.

Everyone froze in place, completely unaware of what she meant.

At this time, the student in charge of the stage hurriedly ran in and shouted: "Next Ning Qingyu, Ning Qingyu is ready to go on stage quickly!"

Ning Qingyi began to panic, helpless, and turned his head to look at Zhang Qian: "What should I do, I've been preparing for so long......"

Before Zhang Qian could answer, the door of the locker room was opened, and a "blue elf" walked out.

The blue and white skirt lined the girl's skin more fair, the long hair of the shawl was scattered at will, like a waterfall pouring down, the skirt was soaked with dark blue dye, from the waist to the lower body, it happened to be a pure white part, at this time it did not look like it was dyed, but the design of the skirt, as irregular as splashing ink but very harmonious.

Everyone looked straight, including Ning Qingyu and Zhang Qian.

Ning Qingyu looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and was relieved, fortunately, Ning Qingyu's figure was similar to her, otherwise there was no needle or thread here, and she really didn't know how to change it.

"Ning Qingyu, hurry up and get on stage, it's your turn!" the man came in and shouted again.

Ning Qingyu ignored everyone's gaze, found a white veil out of nowhere, covered most of his face, and walked on the stage under everyone's gaze.

A melodious piano sounded, the girl stood under the light, gently flipped her folded hands, her posture was wonderful, her slender hands were like dancing butterflies, her flying hair fluttered regularly with the rotation of her body, and her face wearing a white gauze was mysterious and sexy.

The performers on stage dance gracefully and lightly, like a nimble elf.

As the last note of the tune fell, the girl finished her last movement, bowed slowly, and turned away without any delay.

For a moment, the stage was silent, and a few seconds later, the audience applauded, some people were amazed by the dance, some were lamenting that the dance time was too short, and some were complaining that they couldn't see the dancer's face......

Only Lu Yuanqi, who was sitting in the front row, had the corners of his lips slightly hooked, thoughtful, but his eyes followed the direction in which Ning Qingyu left.

He recognized Ning Qingyu almost the moment he came on stage, and after seeing the beautiful face under the white veil, he didn't even have the heart to appreciate the dance, all his attention fell on her face.

The girl in the distance took off her veil as she walked, calm and free, as if she didn't know how many people's hearts had just been danced into her own song.

Lu Yuanqi still didn't look in that direction, until the girl disappeared out of sight, and when he reacted, he smiled.

He seemed to be getting more and more interested in the little girl.