March 25th, 10:00 a.m. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lecture Hall, Building A, Faculty of Arts, No. 1.

At this time, the stepped lecture hall that can accommodate 300 people is almost full, and the four of Tang Lin also met with Qin Ru and the three daughters early, and found a row of seats in the middle of the lecture hall and sat down.

Soon, a middle-aged and elderly man wearing a casual suit came up on the stage, combing his big back and patting the microphone in his hand.

"Poof!

"Hey, hey!" The middle-aged man raised the microphone to his mouth, and the lecture hall, which had been buzzing, quickly fell silent, and the students in the seats looked at the center of the stage.

"Good morning, students!" The middle-aged and elderly man looked around and found some faces he was familiar with, as well as some faces he had never met.

"The students here, ah, some people may know who I am, ah, or they may not know much about me as a person, I am an archaeology teacher in our college, my name is Zhao Wuquan, ah, and now I am also temporarily replacing the work of the secretary of the Youth League Committee in the Youth League Committee," Zhao Wuquan smiled very kindly and kindly, spoke one by one, and liked to add a tone word.

In fact, students can rest assured, ah, what about me, in addition to archaeology, I have a certain amount of research on performance and music, and there is also an associate professor in the music department of our college, so you don't have to be careful. ”

Zhao Wuquan paused and walked a few steps around the stage.

"Of course, in addition to me, the cadres of the Youth League Committee of our institute will also participate in the selection, ah. ”

"All the students are here to participate in the program selection, ah, I just looked at the program list, this time I signed up, the students are very enthusiastic, ah, there are 43 programs, ah, among them, there are also some programs in the first college re-selection some time ago, I have participated in the selection, ah. ”

"Hey, why do you say that our teacher likes to always bring a word when he speaks?" Wu Hao turned over to the side, put his palm in front of his mouth to block it, and whispered to the people next to him, but because the voice was really a little small, only Tang Lin and Feng Peng, who were sitting next to him, heard it, and Qin Ru and the others were still listening carefully to Zhao Wuquan's speech.

"Respect the teacher, okay!" Tang Lin couldn't laugh or cry a little, the place that this nerd noticed was too special.

"That's the truth, don't let people say it!" Wu Hao muttered.

Tang Lin ignored him and refocused his attention on Zhao Wuquan's speech on the stage.

Zhao Wuquan obviously didn't know that there was such a small conversation in the audience, but even if he knew that it would be a while and a half, he couldn't change it, after all, the nature of the country is easy to change, and it is similar to Wu Hao's habit of not talking when eating.

"I'm very happy to see the students who perform these programs to be able to sign up to participate again, ah, it's not terrible to experience a failure, it's terrible to stop moving forward like this, ah. ”

There was a burst of applause from the audience at this time, and it was not until Zhao Wuquan pressed his palm that he slowly stopped.

"Okay, my old uncle won't waste any more time on weekend dates with so many handsome guys and beauties here," the amiable middle-aged teacher's painting style instantly changed to a confidant but obscene middle-aged uncle, making the audience burst into laughter.

"When you entered the venue just now, ah, everyone registered their program names in front of them, and they also received such a number card, right?" Zhao Wuquan took out a red rectangular plastic block from his pocket with his left hand and raised it high.

"Yes. ”

"Yes. ”

"Yes. ”

……

The various answers made the lecture hall noisy again.

"Okay, okay, everyone, be quiet, ah, let's ask another question, is there any program that hasn't received such a number card yet?" Zhao Wuquan asked again after making the lecture hall quiet again.

After a while, no one in the audience answered.

"Okay, I've received it, then let's start! The venue of our performance is in the No. 2 lecture hall, ah, you will go in the order of the signs in your hands in a while, and after the performance, when you go to the next group, there will be students from the Youth League Committee who will come and call you, ah, do you have any questions?" Zhao Wuquan's hand holding the microphone naturally drooped, standing on the stage and looking at the audience.

"Nope!"

This time, the answer was quite neat, and there was no very chaotic scene.

Zhao Wuquan nodded, walked down the stairs of the stage, handed the microphone to a student next to him, and then walked out of the No. 1 lecture hall and went to the No. 2 lecture hall to prepare for the selection work.

"Please go to Hall 2 and wait for the performance, thank you!"

The student who had taken the microphone stood in the doorway, spoke into the microphone, and repeated it clearly two more times.

Soon, 8 people walked out of the front on the right side of the lecture hall and walked out of the No. 1 lecture hall one after another.

A moment later, the lecture hall, which had just been quiet, was chirping again.

"Hey, Tang Lin, what are we?" Qin Ru leaned forward slightly, leaned out a little, and asked sideways.

"Idiot, where's the brand?" When he entered the venue just now, Wu Hao made the signing and receiving the signage, so now Tang Lin doesn't know what it is for the time being.

Wu Hao looked at Qin Ru, blinked, leaned his back on the back of the chair, used his waist strength to temporarily get his butt out of the chair, and then quickly reached into the pocket behind his butt and groped, and after a while, took out a yellow square plastic block.

"No. 25," Wu Hao sat down in his chair again, put the plastic card in front of his eyes and flipped through it, and then handed it to Tang Lin.

"......" Tang Lin didn't take the plastic card, but directly turned his head and said to Qin Ru, 'Our brand is No. 25', and then there was no more.

Qin Ru nodded, then sat back and continued to whisper to his two girlfriends.

"Wood, you dislike me!" Wu Hao put the sign into his trouser pocket in front of him and pounced on Tang Lin.

"What?" The person sitting in front of and behind Wu Hao was very stunned when he heard this, and looked at the two boys who were hugging and hugging, and his buttocks couldn't help but move out a few times.

However, Tang Lin, who was blocked by Wu Hao, couldn't see the situation around him.

"Go, go, you just put that stinky fart in the aisle, who knows how much of your carbon dioxide is left on that sign!"

Wu Hao completely lay on Tang Lin's head, making Tang Lin feel that he had been stuffed with a ball of cloth in his mouth.

"Huh?" The stunned eyes of several people next to him suddenly turned into angry swords, no wonder the smell was strange when they came in just now, and they thought it was the residual smell of the lecture hall seats, but it turned out that the culprit was sitting next to him.

Wu Hao also seemed to feel a little cool behind him, and got up from Tang Lin, seeing a few murderous glances.

"Heh, hehe, wood, that, I'll go to the toilet first, and call me to inform you when we get there," Wu Hao didn't reply, so he patted Tang Lin on the shoulder or arm, stood up and brushed his clothes, and quickly flew away from the place where this was right and wrong in three steps and two steps.