The sky in October appeared blue that is not common all year round, and Ning Yi finished revising that copy of "An Zhi Ruosu" and voted for Flame Studio, so she should try her luck, although she often failed, she was not in a hurry.

The party between the school and B University is close at hand, and on Wednesday, Ning Yi accompanied several elementary school girls from the dance department to see a rehearsal, the set is very elegant, and the equipment is also high-end. Ning Yi smacked his tongue, Xiao Fan was able to rub such a big party, it was really not a loss.

During the rehearsal, Chairman Jin Wenlang was also beside him, twisting his eyebrows and telling Ning Yi how to take photos, how to make our school's programs not be compared with others, how to highlight the excellence of our normal students, and how to see the bright light of the people's teachers in the future in a party.

Ning Yi listened with his cheeks on his cheeks, and finally couldn't bear to roll his eyes at him: "I've been in the editorial department for three years, do you eat white rice for me?" I know how to shoot and how to write, don't worry about it, and what kind of people's teacher's body is bright, you take a picture and I'll take a look! ”

Jin Wenlang was choked by her, and knew that he was talking big, so he rubbed his hands awkwardly: "Isn't this the first time our school has had a friendship with B University, if the effect is good, there will definitely be more." Everything is difficult at the beginning, and this time everything has to be careful. ”

Ning Yi rolled his eyes again: "I know, I know, you worry about everything, I see that on the day of the performance, do you still have to tie an apron and even cook your own work meals?"

Jin Wenlang was so angry with her that the frame of his glasses was about to fall off, he raised his hand and wanted to grab Ning Yi's collar and swing it frantically for a few rounds, to cure her heartless thing, but she only wore a round-necked sweatshirt today, with two straps on her chest. Unable to find the collar, Jin Wenlang had to rely on his height advantage to pull her sweatshirt and hat on her head, and then desperately pulled her into a gourd head despite her struggles, and said: "Don't float to the sky all day long, you can't write something decent this time, don't want your gourd head!"

What is the reason of heaven! Ning Yi finally broke free from the hands of this old mother who was eight meters eight, and the half-pill head that was originally tied beautifully became a gourd little King Kong with a lot of miscellaneous hairs flying in an instant.

She glanced at Jin Wenlang with her resentful gaze, but her afterglow suddenly swept to a boy behind the performance stage. Qingqingxiu wore a white shirt and moved a large cardboard box to stand next to a pile of props. The left hand that was exposed wore a black delicate but not glamorous watch, and the spotlight on the stage sprinkled a few rays of light on his head, and the soft light shrouded his originally handsome jawline like a knife in a heap of clouds, which was extremely beautiful.

Ning Yi replied to that sentence for the first time, looking at people under the lamp, it was three points more beautiful than usual.

And the boy happened to cast his gaze too, his gentle and indifferent gaze seemed to be natural, and between the four eyes, she was a little overwhelmed.

Jin Wenlang was originally waiting for her to fight back after the explosion, but he didn't move for a long time, and then tugged at the hat she had just taken off: "Zhizhi, what do you see?"

Ning Yi glanced at him and smiled awkwardly: "It's nothing, that little brother in the background is too handsome to take his eyes off."

Jin Wenlang: "...... I'm so big, and a handsome guy is put in front of you, are you still not satisfied? A woman's heart is always insatiable. ”

Ning Yi glared at him with disgust: "Go away from you greasy old mother."

Having said that, Ning Yi felt that although Jin Wenlang was not as good-looking as that boy, he was already a good look. And she wasn't completely attracted by the boy's handsomeness. Instead, she felt that the boy was very familiar, and she searched her mind carefully, and it seemed that he was the one who helped her pick up the paper last time. But the memory can also extend to a farther place, and Ning Yi glanced at him again, and the person was gone.

But at this moment, a young and immature face suddenly flashed in her mind, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a thin body. Ning Yi rubbed his messy gourd head, and said in his heart, could it be him? The male college has changed eighteen, and he looks so handsome now?