Everyone giggled and rushed to take a photo with the little black man Shen Sihuan.

It's so cute, isn't it?

She was already thin, and when she wore tight black clothes, she looked like a little blackened turnip head. If you don't open your mouth, the whole body will be white, and the whites of your eyes will be white.

"Haha...... Is it a mistake for us to let the elementary school girl take on this responsibility? So short, forget about butterflies, birds fly so low? ”

Wang Xubing was rarely robbed of his status as "the blackest charcoal in the company", and he smiled so much that he showed his back molars in the upper row. Shen Xihuan deliberately rolled his eyes in protest at first, but when he looked at himself in the photo, he couldn't stand up with a smile.

The comedy sketch "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" of the Ma Qiu Club was praised for the rehearsal with makeup, and the staff present and the students waiting for the rehearsal often laughed and leaned forward. The Comedy Club has only been established for a year, and everyone is deeply inspired. But the joy in Shen Xihuan's heart was far less intense than when he saw Tong Zuer's performance.

She almost burst into tears.

Tong Zuer wore a dark blue gradient dance skirt, which was decorated with layers of tassels of the same color and glitter. With her dance moves, the tassels are flying, the stars are dotted, and the star appliqués on her face are lined up, like a fairy dancing in the galaxy.

The audience was silent, and everyone was fascinated.

In order to fit the theme of her self-choreographed dance "Star Dance", tens of thousands of ultra-fine tassels covered with glitter were sewn by her, and crystals were sewn on the outermost layer after sewing to increase the sense of sparkle. Several times, she saw her sitting on the floor of the dormitory, sewing with her head down, for an hour or two, and finally she couldn't stand up.

Zu'er really hopes that her father can be proud of her~

Shen Sihuan couldn't help but rejoice that he "endured humiliation" and went to Wen Yan for help.

After the dance, the hall was quiet.

Then, there was thunderous applause and jubilation.

Huanxing Jiexin and the four of them rushed up and pulled into a circle, surrounding Tong Zuer in the center. They spun around in circles, shouting impromptu slogans:

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful, Zu'er is beautiful!"

"Zu'er, I'm going to give birth to a monkey for you!"

"Great! Really perfect! ”

"My ancestor is beautiful!"

Tong Zu'er still had a light sweat on his forehead, standing in the middle, smiling heartily.

A group of people marched to the second floor of the cultural center.

The administrative director's surname is Zhao, and he is a short middle-aged man with premature hair aging. He was eloquent and took on the responsibility of introducing the school to the VIPs. The role of "tour guide", who is usually at ease, can't help but feel a little weak now.

There is no way, half of the tax revenue that supports the entire Lin City is basically in front of him, especially the young man at the front.

Rumors about him he had heard about him years ago.

The Wen family of Shengtian Hotel, a family of six, passed away unexpectedly, and he was the only one left. Later, he went to the United States and faded out of public view. The impression of the people of Linshi on him is still stuck in the title of a certain paper media back then: "The cursed prince of the empire" and "The surviving heir to the wealthy family". Who knew that if he appeared again, he would be as the new president of Baiye.

is much younger than expected, and it is really not a sycophant to say that he is "extraordinary".

He treats people politely and modestly, but he just makes people feel uncertain for some reason. Is he satisfied, or is he not satisfied? It's laughing, but I always feel that the smile is superficial.

The man stopped suddenly, as if attracted by something outside the window......