January 1, New Year's Day. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

For such a festival, most colleges and universities will hold a party to celebrate, this is the case in previous years, and this year is also the case, such as Hengdian University Town, all colleges and universities in the university town have a party tonight, Pan Jieyu's Hengdian University of Commerce is no exception, and Yang Qi's Hengdian University of the Arts is no exception.

At this time, it was already more than 7 o'clock in the evening, Yang Qi was sitting in a classroom with curtains drawn next to the big classroom, fiddling with his mobile phone.

The reason why the curtains are drawn in the classroom where Yang Qi is located is not for any other reason, just because this classroom is turned into a dressing room for the evening party tonight, and all the students who need to perform on stage tonight must prepare here first.

When applying makeup and styling, in order to keep it secret, it is natural to isolate the peeps from the window.

It is not a regular makeup artist who does styling and makeup for the students who need to perform on stage, but the brothers and sisters of the school's film and television styling makeup class who are doing it for everyone.

At this time, Yang Qi's styling and makeup had been done, and he was fiddling with his mobile phone, just chatting with Pan Jieyu.

Tonight, Pan Jieyu is also going to perform on stage, and she is also waiting in their school's dressing room.

In the text message, she told Yang Qi that she was going to perform a dance performed by several girls in their class in a short time.

"It's a pity you can't come and dance with me tonight!"

Her tone in the text message was regretful.

Yang Qi smiled when he saw it, in fact, he didn't have a little regret in his heart? When he sang on stage tonight, Pan Jieyu was not watching from the audience, which was also a small regret for him.

Fortunately, the coming day is long, next year! At the New Year's Day party next year, he decided to stagger with Pan Jieyu, if Pan Jieyu still performs on stage next year, he will not go on stage, and then go to their school to watch her perform on stage.

If she is not selected for the performance of the New Year's Day party next year, he will strive to go to the party again, Yang Qi believes that he has this strength, and at that time, Pan Jieyu will be able to come here to watch him sing on stage.

"Don't think too much! I will perform well on stage for a while, and I will ...... next year."

Yang Qi smiled and edited the text message on his mobile phone, and was about to write his inner plan to Pan Jieyu, when suddenly, his brows suddenly furrowed, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

It's not that he suddenly thought of anything, but the evil boy in the Mud Pill Palace in the center of his eyebrows was restless again, and he wanted to come out of his eyebrows again just now, and Yang Qi frowned suddenly just now to stop him.

Why say "again"?

Naturally, it was because the evil boy had become more and more restless in recent days, and he often came out of his Eyebrow Mud Pill Palace without Yang Qi's instructions.

In the final analysis, it is the impact of Yang Qi's recent album selling too well! No one knows that with Yang Qi's album selling recently, selling more than 2 million copies, the sales of four platinum at the same time, the evil boy in Yang Qimei's heart has also grown up rapidly like a blow, recently every day and every night, the sentient beings from all directions have been continuously gathered with the mental power, giving the evil boy sufficient nourishment to grow up quickly, in just half a month, the evil boy in Yang Qi's eyebrows and mud pill palace has "grown up", from the appearance, it has been the same as Yang Qi's current height, It doesn't make a difference.

The evil boy who grew up quickly has also become more wild, and recently he has often come out of Yang Qi's mud pill palace without authorization, and he has been doing nonsense, and Yang Qi has almost been unable to control it.

For example, yesterday afternoon, when the last class was held, it took advantage of Yang Qi's lack of attention, and suddenly jumped out of Yang Qi's eyebrows, and before Yang Qi called it back, it ran to the front of the classroom and touched five or six girls' buttocks one after another, startling the girls to scream one after another, and there was a commotion in the classroom for a while, if it wasn't for the fact that others couldn't see the evil boy, it was enough to bring Yang Qi a lot of trouble just yesterday.

"Evil Boy!"

Yang Qi frowned and scolded the evil boy in the Mud Pill Palace with his heart, and his tone was very uncertain.

In Yang Qi's Mud Pill Palace, the evil boy already has clothes on his body, and they are exactly the same clothes as Yang Qi's body now, and his appearance and silhouette are the same as Yang Qi's.

After receiving Yang Qi's reprimand, he saw the evil boy in the Mud Pill Palace pouting, sitting in the Mud Pill Palace with his legs crossed, and muttering: "Master, will you let me go out to play? It's too small and stuffy here! Can't I go out to breathe?"

Yes, as the evil boy grew up rapidly, it was already able to speak and communicate smoothly with Yang Qi.

But it was precisely because it could speak that Yang Qi began to be annoyed, and he often listened to it talking to himself in the center of his eyebrows, saying everything in a mess.

Sometimes Yang Qi has to block its sound in order to be clean, but every time he blocks it, there are also drawbacks, if he doesn't pay attention, he will let it run out and get into trouble.

"No, you're going to as soon as you come out, you're going to be honest with me!"

Yang Qi's thoughts passed over, and the little face of the evil boy in the Mud Pill Palace wrinkled, he grabbed his hair irritably, leaned his upper body, and simply collapsed there like a puddle of mud and pretended to be dead.

Yang Qi saw that it had dispelled his thoughts, so he stopped caring about it.

As for his heart, Yang Qi has decided to seize the time recently and improve his current cultivation to another level, Yang Qi estimates that maybe if he cultivates a little deeper, he should be able to control it better!

Otherwise, if it continues to mess around like this, I don't know how much chaos it will cause in the future, Yang Qi has already seen that although the evil boy's body has grown up, his mind has not yet grown, and he is still at the stage of a few years old.

is a bit like the newborn Nezha in "Fengshen Bang", although he is powerful, but the child's temperament, playing around, can cause great damage.

In "Fengshen List", the childlike Nezha peeled the skin of the third prince of the Dragon King and cramped.

Now, the evil boy in Yang Qimei's heart is not much different from the newborn Nezha, his ability has skyrocketed, but his heart has not grown, if he is left to his own devices, Yang Qi is not sure what kind of trouble it will break out in the future.

Now even Yang Qi didn't know how great the evil child's ability was, if it weren't for the fact that it was born from his Eyebrow Mud Pill Palace and had a natural subordinate relationship with him, Yang Qi was afraid that he would not be able to control it.

Because of the evil boy's trouble, Yang Qi was not in the mood to chat with Pan Jieyu, so he casually deleted the text message he had just written, and sent a sentence "I'm ready, it's almost time for me to go on stage!", even if he temporarily ended the chat with Pan Jieyu.

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Yang Qi sat in the dressing room, unaware of the situation in the large classroom.

Tonight, there are thousands of people in the largest lecture hall of Hengdian University of the Arts, and some people who can't sit down are standing in the aisle, or even outside the classroom window, just to watch tonight's New Year's Day party performance, because the school is too big, thousands of students, and they can't gather on weekdays, and many people don't even know how many handsome guys and beauties there are in the school.

It is only at a large-scale party like the school every year that you can see most of the talented handsome guys and beautiful girls in the school, and college students with germinating hormones, regardless of men and women, but they have no resistance to handsome men and beautiful women.

Tonight's big classroom is in the sixth row by the window, Cao Mingyu and Zhou Xingbin of Xingyimen are impressively seated, and next to Cao Mingyu, there is a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old horse-faced young man, wearing an inconspicuous army green jacket, blue stubble, lazy bright eyes looking at a fashion show being performed on the stage with interest, his right hand resting on his thigh at will, and his index finger knocking on it again and again.

Cao Mingyu whispered something in his ear from time to time, looking quite respectful of him.

I don't know who this person is.