"Little trick ......" Wang Lianlian looked at Chu Liumeng's propaganda photos on the forum, the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, and now she was thinking about the propaganda work, how many people could see it, it was too late.

These days, their foreign Chinese academy has been bombarded with propaganda online and offline, and the show has long been guaranteed to be suitable for both men and women, if she can lose, then she will not mix.

She was able to become the president of the student union of the School of Foreign Chinese in her sophomore year, but not only because of her sister's relationship!

The welcome party began soon, and looking at the people standing in the aisles of the auditorium, Wang Lianlian had a sense of victory with a flying dragon riding face. Lose, non-existent.

The welcome party didn't take long to be a hot dance, after all, the advantage of the foreign Chinese college is that there are many girls, and the boys are their biggest ticket base.

As the dynamic music sounded, more than a dozen girls from foreign Chinese colleges twisted their bodies, showing their good bodies to the fullest, and greeted a burst of applause from the boys.

"Let's see how proud you ......" In the venue, everyone in the Faculty of Letters who had been lurking sneered in their hearts.

At 7:40 p.m., it was another catwalk show. Wang Lianlian changed her clothes and was about to take someone to the stage, but she saw Mochizuki Takuya coming over.

Wang Lian smiled and said, "Senior Mochizuki, what's wrong?" ”

Takuya Mochizuki smiled: "I'm very sorry, can I go out first, and I'll be back in a while." ”

Wang Lian was stunned: "But, there is your performance at eight o'clock." ”

Takuya Mochizuki nodded and said, "Please rest assured, I will come back on time, and I will definitely not be delayed." ”

"Okay, then." It's almost time for Wang Lianlian to play, and she doesn't have time to argue with Mochizuki Takuya. And according to the understanding when he usually gets along with Takuya Mochizuki, this Japanese friend is still quite reliable.

"Thank you." Takuya Mochizuki thanked him, turned around and walked towards the venue of the Faculty of Letters.

"Takuya, why are you here? Don't you have a show? "Geneiji just heard that there was a performance by Chu Liumeng in the Faculty of Letters, so he could only sit in the back row when he came, and he happened to meet Takuya Mochizuki.

"Oh, it's not me yet, I'll come out and have a casual look." Taku Mochizuki was also sitting next to Gen Eiji, and he wouldn't tell Gen Eiji that Chu Liumeng had invited him here.

Geneiji glanced at Takuya Mochizuki, feeling a little unhappy, but he was also his future brother-in-law, so he couldn't say anything, so he just said lightly: "Don't be late over there......

……

The catwalk at the Chinese Academy began, which was a more attractive way to attract boys than dancing. The hot dance at the beginning just keeps the boys here, and the amorous catwalk is the key to getting the boys to vote. So Wang Lianlian personally stepped out and took the hot girls with long legs to prepare for the stage in turn.

However, at this time, there was a sudden burst of noisy sounds from the auditorium, which came from all directions of the auditorium and were very evenly distributed.

"Cut, what's so nice about this, do you know that there is Chu Liumeng's performance over there in the Academy of Letters!"

"Let me tell you, that's really immortal, it's just a fairy descending to earth!"

"No, no, no, it's time for the Faculty of Letters, I'll withdraw first!"

"Let's go, go and see Chu Liumeng, what are these people so good, go see the White Lotus Fairy!"

"Damn, I just received a photo from my classmates, Chu Liumeng is really crying, hurry up and take a look!"

……

Wang Lianlian watched the audience leave in a hurry under the instigation of these voices, and her mentality collapsed instantly.

She has never been afraid to speculate on the group of Sven scum in the Academy of Arts with the worst malice, but she didn't expect or believe that they would shamelessly do this!

This group of villains is actually not in the gap before the catwalk starts, and they make trouble after the catwalk starts, so she can't even use the microphone to stop drinking, unless she really wants to tear up and mess up the party regardless of anything, but in this case, the Faculty of Arts is estimated to be able to laugh to death.

Wang Lianlian took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, after all, only a part of the people left, less than half of the total number, and there were other people who came in to fill the vacant seats......

Of course, if she knew that there were still many students of the Faculty of Letters standing at the door of the auditorium and encouraging all those who wanted to come to the Faculty of Foreign Chinese Languages to transfer to the Faculty of Letters, she would have doubted the existence of human nature.

Although the number of people in the Faculty of Letters has suddenly skyrocketed, it has not aroused suspicion.

Chu Liumenglian stepped onto the stage, with withered flowers in her hands. She was dressed in an ancient costume and a fairy skirt, with a hanging hair on her head, and she was immortal and peerless. Lang is as bright as the silver light of the moon, and as clear as the ice and snow of the jade pot!

The boys stayed for a moment and then rose up to applaud. Chu Liumeng suddenly saw it, put down the withered bouquet, and held a pipa shaft in his hand to pluck the strings, the beauty of the artistic conception is indescribable.

After the song was played, Mochizuki Tuo was also about to leave reluctantly, but suddenly saw Chu Liumeng put down the pipa, while caressing the withered bouquet, his lips opened lightly, and he sighed softly: "Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, and there is no ......one to pity the red incense."

Chu Liumeng hung his head, his eyes were full of tears, and his words and expressions were full of sadness and loneliness. Even the girls present suddenly felt distressed.

“…… Leaning on the flower hoe alone, tears are sprinkled, and blood marks are seen on the empty branches. The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door. The green light shines on the wall, and the cold rain knocks on the window and is not ......warmed," Chu Liumeng groaned softly, his voice getting deeper and deeper and sad.

The audience stared blankly at Chu Liumeng's monologue, pity and grief lingered in their hearts, and some even left tears, who would be willing to leave at this moment?

“…… May Nong give birth to wings on this day and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. At the end of the day, where is the incense hill? If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pinch of pure land. ”

Even if you fly to the end of heaven and earth, where is there a soul mound where fragrant flowers are buried? Hearing this, everyone who was already sad was even more heartbroken for the beautiful woman's words of gratitude for flowers!

"Now that you are dead, Nong will be buried, and you don't know when Nong will be mourned? Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong? Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age. Once the spring is full of red faces, the flowers fall and people die without knowing! ”

Chu Liumeng finished reading the last sentence, tilted his head slightly, and there seemed to be endless sorrow and sorrow in his eyes.

Everyone is broken, since ancient times, how thin the life of beauties, how sad it is when such a world-famous fairy dies of old age! Thinking like this, I can't help but feel sad, and some people even burst into tears.

It took a long time for Takuya Mochizuki to recover from this sad emotion, and he suddenly took out his mobile phone in fright, looked at the time and the four missed calls, turned around and ran.

"Hmph...... It's late. Chu Liumeng glanced at Takuya Mochizuki, who was dissatisfied with others because of his hasty departure, and smiled coldly in his heart.

He carefully calculated the time from the beginning, otherwise what would "Funeral Flower Yin" be for?