161?? BITCH, GARBAGE

Piano practice room.

Jun Qing first gave everyone a collective vocal lesson, and then gave relevant guidance on everyone's different conditions.

Before you know it, the afternoon has passed quietly.

After receiving a call from Mu Jinbai, Jun Qing realized that it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

"What I taught you today, you go back and digest it well, there is no shortcut to singing, you can only practice more in private, and call me at any time if you have any questions."

Several people went downstairs together, and He Siyun needed to go back to the club because she was in charge of the poster, and took the girl Xiao Song back to the club activity center.

"President, do you want to go to dinner with us?" A classmate took the initiative to invite.

"I made an appointment today, let's do it another day, and then ...... I invite you. Jun waved his hand to everyone, "I'll go to the dormitory to change clothes first, and everyone will see you tomorrow!" ”

Several other classmates went to eat together, and Jun Qing returned to Qingyun's dormitory.

Just now, Mu Jinbai called and said that he was going to take her out to dinner.

In order to go to school conveniently, she is wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, which is not suitable for going to a high-end restaurant, and she has to go back to the dormitory to change a set of skirts.

After taking a shower and changing into a skirt, he simply put on light makeup, and when Jun Qing was about to go out, Xiao Song rushed in panting.

"President, activity room...... Go out...... Something happened! ”

Because she didn't hear the phone call in the shower just now, He Siyun was in a hurry, so she simply asked Xiao Song to come to the dormitory to find her.

Just looking at Xiao Song's expression, Jun Qing knew that there must be something urgent, and with the bag on her back, she reached out to hold Xiao Song's arm.

"Don't worry, talk slowly on the road!"

The two left the dormitory building together and re-entered the activity room.

Before I even entered the door, I saw that the doors and windows of the activity room were covered with large areas of colorful spray paint, with insulting words and graphics such as "FUCK", "BITCH", "garbage" and middle finger written on them.

The rest of the musical club had already rushed back, and they were all filled with righteous indignation.

When Jun Qing walked in, several people discussed it with righteous indignation.

"It must have been those bastards from the hip-hop club!"

"Let's go to the teachers and school leaders, it's too much!"

……

Jun swiped the graffiti on the doors and windows and walked into the door: "Have you checked the surveillance?" ”

"We've been to the security room, and they've blocked the cameras, and the surveillance hasn't captured anything." He Siyun said.

"Is that all?" Xiao Song looked unwilling.

"Of course not!" Jun snorted coldly, "There is no evidence, there is no point in looking for the school, we will solve this matter ourselves." Walk! ”

Turning, she strode towards the exit.

"President, where are you going?"

A few people followed suspiciously.

"School auditorium!"

Jun replied without replying.

This weekend, the hip-hop dance club had a performance in the small auditorium, and the posters were all over the place, and it was difficult for you not to see it.

At this time, the people of the song and dance club must be rehearsing in the auditorium, and it must be right to find someone there.

As Jun Qing expected, in order to push the hip-hop club to the position of the school's first club, the hip-hop club is also very concerned about this club evaluation.

Taking advantage of the identity of the president of the Zhou Shaochuan Society, the hip-hop dance club can easily get the right to use the auditorium, and is ready to use this performance to enhance the popularity and influence of the hip-hop club in the school.

In order to ensure the effect of the performance, Cheng Qianxue has been organizing everyone to rehearse in the auditorium in the afternoon and evening of the past few days.