He let it go, feeling that no matter what topic he was talking about, anyway, it would be a victory to lead Chu Haotian to the figure shop smoothly, he wanted to go to the famous figure shop near Magnolia University a few weeks ago, "You think about it differently, how challenging it is to bring a Peking Opera Club back to life, from low to dust! to the sky! How cool it is to play a bad hand into the peak king! Haotian I believe you can do it, don't you think the graduation project project given by the teacher is too boring, and it is not boring to make the Peking Opera Club popular, right?"

"Boring. ”

"Huh?" Sun Ming was puzzled, "Why are you bored?"

"Because doctors don't save the dead, lawyers don't fight lawsuits that they are sure to lose, and I don't take on businesses that are doomed to ruin. Chu Haotian said, slightly glanced sideways at his companion, the setting sun sprinkled a hazy light on his face, and the soft luster could not fade the sharpness of the eyebrows at the corners of his eyes, as if he was high above and unapproachable, "Also, you are on the wrong path, and the way back to school is over there." ”

"Hey, Haotian, Haotian!"

Seeing Chu Haotian walking down another road, Sun Ming hurriedly chased after him: "You wait for me!"

Chu Haotian, who walked neatly in front of Lin Qian, and the moment he passed by, he raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Qian-this Si Wenwen boy seems to be the president of the Peking Opera Club of Jiangcheng University who won the first place in the qualifiers, right?

However, Chu Haotian only glanced at Lin Qian.

He hurried back to school to do a business research report at hand, and his future was to dominate the business world, and he would not have crossed paths with the kind of people who worked hard for a trivial little competition.

He is destined to become the eagle in the sky, but what about the president of the Peking Opera Society?

But Erl.

The late autumn wind blew through the corners of Chu Haotian's hair, and he walked quickly in front of Lin Qian.

Several other people from the Peking Opera Club of Jiangcheng University were chatting with laughter and laughter, until Qin Dawei bumped into Lin Qian all of a sudden. Fire extinguished

"Hey, let's go, why did you stop suddenly?" Qin Dawei said, while holding Lin Qian with one hand, and then dialing him aside, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Qian's gaze retracted from the direction Chu Haotian left: "It's nothing, let's go." ”

“…… Cut, really, weird. Qin Dawei also glanced at him, didn't find anything abnormal, shook his head, and continued to walk forward with a large group of people.

Only Lin Qian still had the indifferent and contemptuous look that Chu Haotian had just now in his heart.

- I'm not going to take over such a garbage asset.

Therefore, in the eyes of people who don't understand Peking Opera, is Peking Opera worthless and meaningless?

Although Lin Qian understood very well that not all laymen thought so, Chu Haotian's attitude could also represent a considerable number of people.

Wait......

Lin Qian whispered to the other party in his heart that the Peking Opera Club is not a garbage asset, and Peking Opera is not a worthless thing.

The value of Peking Opera art is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people!

Back to Jiangcheng University.

Lin Qian's three roommates in the same dormitory, Xu Shu, Zhao Anqiu and Little Fat Man, all knew the news of their Peking Opera Society's victory, and they all congratulated him.

On the live broadcast platform of Jiangcheng University, those sailors who have been paying attention to the dynamics of the Peking Opera Club also brushed gems and cars to celebrate the victory of the Peking Opera Club.