Time flies, and the festival arrives as scheduled.

Although Baisen is not a large local university, it is well-known outside the province and even the whole country. There are so many points that can be used as talking points.

For example, Shen Fangnian's original intention of paying money was simply because he didn't want his baby granddaughter to go to college across cities or even provinces in the future, which was too far away and not at ease;

For example, it is a school with almost all majors that are partial to "specialties", music broadcasting, these are okay, what embroidery wood carving e-sports, just ask who else?!

Another example is Baisen's school motto: let go of yourself. Written by Shen Fangnian himself, it is carved on a black boulder at the entrance of the main entrance. Of course, these four words were not hot words on the Internet back then. His original intention was to hope that children would not become tools for exams, but could let their dreams fly, indulge themselves, and live a variety of possibilities.

In previous years, college students from other schools who returned to Linshi for the summer vacation would often come to join in the fun, not to mention the parents of the students of this school. Therefore, the art festival is usually the most popular day of the year in Baisen, and it can't even compare to the school anniversary.

However, today seems to be very different......

Cars, a lot of cars, a lot of water, sparkling luxury cars, commercial vehicles lined up the parking spaces on the side of the road outside the school. There are uncles and uncles in crisp suits, or aunts and aunts in platinum bags who get out of the back seat of the car, and they all seem to know each other, shake hands and greet each other, and walk into the school gate.

What's going on? What are the "Mr. Zhang", "Mr. Wang", and "Mr. Qian" everywhere on the road...... A glass window can smash down several "totals". She just asked Wen Yan to help post and invite Zu'er's father "Mr. Tong" to participate in the art festival! How can you buy one and get more free invitations, please do so in the city?

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In the afternoon, the friends of the hemp ball club were in the lounge to put on makeup. This time, the school was very cautious, and after the rehearsal in the morning, after some fine-tuning, it was required to add another rehearsal with makeup in the afternoon.

Qi Xinjie packed up the takeaway box and drink bottle, turned her head to look at Ye Xing, who was squatting on the ground to help Wang Xubing tie his bootlaces, and asked, "Da Wake up, what about the special effects Huan and Long Taoxin?" Why is there no one after lunch? ”

At this time, Qin Xin rushed in in a rage and shouted: "Brothers and sisters, nickname outside!" Look at your phone! ”

As soon as the words fell, several message reminders sounded in the room almost at the same time.

Qi Xinjie, who hung her mobile phone on her chest, was the first to exclaim: "Wow! When did you become so obscene and actually play candid photography! The friends also clicked on the video one after another, "! No wonder the big guys are gathered today! ”

In the noisy background, Qin Xin's sentence "F*CK! Handsome Split Sky! "Extraordinarily harsh......

Shen Sihuan held a small cardboard box with one hand, followed the phone with the other, and ran in the corridor on the eighth floor of the administrative building.

"Well, I came to Mr. Tang to borrow a sewing machine, the swimming cap is a bit big, and the sleeves and trouser legs of the jumpsuit are too long...... What video do you say? President? Now the last thing the school lacks is 'a certain president'......"

As she spoke, she had already run to the elevator entrance. A group of uncles in shirts and suits stood in front of them, and someone in front of them said: "No, no, please first, let's wait for the next trip."

The elevator doors were about to close slowly.

She hurriedly squeezed over, "Wait a minute! ”

She desperately stepped away from her little short legs, but the elevator door was finally closed. She stood gloomily in front of the elevator.

On the phone, Ye Xing couldn't hide his excitement and lowered his voice: "Your ...... Mr. Wen"

At the same time, the elevator doors opened again.

There were six men standing in the elevator, Principal Dong, Vice Colonel Wang, three students, and Wen Yan among them......