"The National People's Congress seems to be back, a great character!"

In the professional classroom of the architecture department, a group of people in the studio are doing their own things during the day. XsHuotXT

The indoor temperature is about 25 degrees Celsius, which is very comfortable.

There are twenty-two people in the 'day-' studio in the special education, plus Wang Yuyan, the first love goddess of the National People's Congress.

Everyone hung up their coats and wore sweaters, and the atmosphere in the room was good, peaceful, and had a pleasant smell.

Sitting by the window during the day, a ray of winter sunlight shone on the thick books in front of the day.

On the two sides of the day, Yu Yan and Sang Yu sat on each side, and the two of them were the same, holding books and sinking into them.

Sicong rested a white laptop on his lap and leaned his back against the wall, ten slender fingers crackling at the keyboard. The sound of the keyboard not only does not disrupt the quiet atmosphere, but adds a touch of steadiness!

The old cow fiddles with his model; Smoke crouched on the student's desk and took a nap

Time seemed to continue this rhythm forever, but at this moment, Zhong Haixu, who was browsing the computer page, suddenly exclaimed.

Daytime, Sang Yu and Yu Yan woke up from the book and raised their eyelids to look at Haixu; Sicong stopped tapping his ten fingers on the keyboard and turned his head to look at Haixu; Miyan was suddenly awakened, rubbed his worried eyes, and looked at Haixu with a muttered mouth

In the cult, everyone turned their gaze to the same place one after another.

"Mu Hanfeng, female, twenty-four years old. He has been learning Guzheng since he was a child, and is known as the inheritor of oriental music and the next generation of masters of Chinese culture.

Zhong Haixu saw everyone looking at him, and hurriedly said aloud: "This goddess just came back from Vienna today!" ”

"So what? What does it have to do with us, after Christmas the day after tomorrow, we will start to speak and canvass, and after canvassing for votes, we will go home and pack up for the New Year! Lao Niu rolled his eyes and continued to fiddle with the model in his hand, and at the same time the urn replied angrily: "My old lady must want to kill me." ”

Most of the people in the day also reacted like this, with an expression of 'no matter how good she is, what does it have to do with us'.

No one noticed that when they heard Mu Hanfeng's words, Gu Sangyu, who was beside him during the day, suddenly paused, and his hand touching the book trembled slightly, followed by a murmur that seemed to be out of nowhere:

"Sister Mu?"

The little head hung down, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

"Who said it had nothing to do with us!" Zhong Haixu's eyes widened, and he said loudly: "You haven't been to the BBS forum of the National People's Congress, so you don't understand the situation!" ”

"As far as I know, after the boys of the People's University were mercilessly abused by us for two consecutive months, the female students of the People's University are now very dissatisfied!"

Zhong Haixu paused and analyzed: "The college students are a little embarrassed now, so they can only continue to challenge us. ”

"Facing the situation now." Zhong Haixu hooked the corners of his mouth and said in a deep voice: "Before, I thought they could only choose to cooperate with the Muller Design Institute!" ”

"But after this Mu Hanfeng returned, they had two choices, one was to invite this genius goddess to challenge us; The first is to invite the Muller Design Institute to challenge us! ”

The analysis was reasonable, and gradually the people raised their heads again and listened a little carefully.

"And choosing Mu Hanfeng, who is about to graduate but has not yet graduated, is the best choice!" Zhong Haixu said seriously.

"Can any of us play the guzheng?" Hai Xu's eyes swept to everyone, and asked in a deep voice: "Don't stand up if you know a little, this Mu Hanfeng guqin skills have reached a professional level!" ”

There was silence in the cult, but no one answered!

'Knock knock! Knock knock! ’

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the sect's room, and the knocking seemed a little hurried.

Yang Gang, who was closest to them, opened the door, and a team of three men and two women walked in.

Nie Guangji put his hands in his coat pockets, a slender body, and a calm face.

"We're here to make an appointment for the last challenge." Nie Guangji's eyes were bright, he first glanced at the people in the sect, and after seeing Yu Yan's quiet appearance, his pupils suddenly contracted a little, and then he looked at the day tightly, and said in a loud voice.

'Gurgle'

When the day and the others heard this, they looked at each other and had a guess in their hearts.

"The time for the challenge is at the Christmas party the day after tomorrow."

The corners of Nie Guangji's mouth raised, and he said, "The party starts at 6:30 in the theater!" ”

"As for the content of the challenge," Nie Guangji paused, and his voice was suddenly raised: "The content of the challenge is the traditional Chinese national musical instrument - the guzheng!" ”

"The fighter is a student of our school, Senior Sister Mu Hanfeng."

When he said the last name, Nie Guangji basically spit out word by word.

Zhong Haixu's faces changed, but the slight change immediately attracted Nie Guangji's attention.

"Why, the 'day-' studio, which is all made up of geniuses, also has skills that it doesn't know?" Nie Guangji's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth curved, and his voice seemed a little mean and a little happy.

These days, their big boys' faces have been lost!

The challenge team composed of nearly 10,000 people could not do a team of more than 20 people, which made Nie Guangji, as a leader and planner, crazy and a little hideous.

Nie Guangji's voice fell, a pair of pupils scanned back and forth a few times, and seeing that no one answered, a ray of excitement shone straight out of his pupils and said:

"In this case, then when it comes to the Christmas party, you can just admit defeat when you come to the stage during the day! Don't be ashamed! ”

These words were a bit aggressive, but the four people standing behind Nie Guangji all grinned.

Originally, if they lost, they would lose, and Zhong Haixu and they didn't care, but Nie Guangji's repeated persecution made everyone's faces darken.

"Let me do this last game." This book is chasing waves, welcome to the main station to support!

At this moment, a sound that was not very strong came from the side of Bai Bai.

'Whew! ’

The room, including Nie Guangji, was full of five people, and all of them turned their eyes to the place where the voice came from.

I only saw that Gu Sangyu's face looked a little hesitant, but after a while, he became firm again, and looked at the day with a pair of big eyes.

"I haven't contributed to the previous competition, let me do the last one." Gu Sangyu said again.

During the day, he lowered his head and met Gu Sangyu's eyes.

After a long time, Bai Bai looked at Nie Guangji and said: "We took the competition, and Gu Sangyu, the designer of the 'Daytime-' Design Institute, will fight!" ”

Bai Bai's voice was very firm, Zhong Haixu was going to ask a few more words, but after hearing Bai Bai's answer, he fell silent again.

"By the way, before the Christmas party officially starts the day after tomorrow, as is customary, we will have a half-hour ballroom dance!" Nie Guangji was about to turn around and leave, but his figure stopped and said with a smile: "All designers can also participate!" ”

'Click! ’

The door was shut.

"Sangyu, do you still know how to guzheng?" Zhong Haixu asked in surprise.

"When I was a child, I studied with an older sister, but I haven't played it for a long time."

Gu Sangyu seemed to remember something, and replied softly.