It was a sharp wave like an unquenchable flame under the ice.

Lin Qian, who was in his previous life, didn't mind having such a peer at all, in fact, he was very happy that Lu Yucheng could regard him as an opponent and devote himself more to carving skills. Lu Yucheng is strong in his heart, and he will not crush himself under the huge shadow of "Lin Zichen" like Shen Muxing, but will face difficulties and vow to compete with "Lin Zichen".

Lin Qian in his previous life was really pleased, really.

But in this life, he is not happy at all.

Having a chaser like Lu Yucheng and an opponent like Lu Yucheng are completely different things.

If Lu Yucheng participates in this National College Peking Opera League, it will be a crushing-level boss, Su Xia Qin is a big man for this kind of goods.

Lin Qian was apprehensive, and once again browsed through the list of groups at a glance, searching for the name of Qinglin University, where Lu Yucheng was located.

Qinglin University ......

Qinglin University ......

There really is.

In Group A.

If Lu Yucheng participates in this National College Peking Opera League, it will be a crushing-level boss, Su Xia Qin is a big man for this kind of goods.

Lin Qian silently looked at his teammates in his life, a little melancholy. With a sigh, he once again glanced at the list of groups, looking for the name of Qinglin University, where Lu Yucheng was located.

Qinglin University ......

Qinglin University ......

There really is. Beautiful book bar

The first of the list in Group A is Qinglin University, how could he have missed it just now?

It's been a long time......

No, it can't be said that they haven't seen each other for a long time, the last time they met was just a month ago, Lin Qian went to the capital to attend the funeral of his last life, and by the way, he also asked Lu Yucheng for a copy of his notebook.

As for the last time I saw him in my last life, it was at the funeral of Master Shen Chunhong.

The funeral was not very lively, with a lonely mourning shed in the cold wind and rain, and the few mourners were all colleagues in the Peking Opera industry. But if you want to say that the specifications are high, the specifications of the funeral are indeed high, and the bigwigs and celebrities in the Peking Opera industry today have all gone, Mei Nianzhen, Liao Haitao, Ji Ruting, Lu Lancang......

If Su Xia was there, he might be so excited that he screamed again and again.

Those bigwigs and celebrities were dressed in solemn black clothes one by one, with a solemn look on their faces, and said goodbye to Shen Chunhong's coffin in turn, and then came to Lin Qian one by one to comfort him in mourning and change.

"Boss Shen is going well", "Boss Shen is a pity", "Zichen, in the future, your master's vein will depend on you......" and so on.

Lin Qian was immersed in great grief, listened numbly, and responded formulaically one by one.

Until a shrill voice appeared—

"Self-inflicted. ”

Lin Qian Huo Ran raised his head.

Subsequently, he saw Lu Yucheng.

Lu Yucheng that day was also dressed in black, and his figure before the age of twenty looked a little thin, but it was like a sword quenched from ice and snow. Lu Yucheng looked at Lin Qian at that time with a pair of narrow eyes, his voice was very low, but the words were extremely clear, "If you have the ability, you think that your apprentice is also capable? ”

Walking in front of Lin Qian, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of contempt.

Although he always knew that Lu Yucheng didn't speak well, and he said most of the truth, Lin Qian at that time seemed to be deeply stabbed in the heart by a sharp arrow.