Seeing this, Qin Qingyu's eyelids jumped, and he couldn't help but smash his tongue.

She said, how did this girl walk away after introducing herself just now?

It turned out that I went to buy fishmeal.

Su Jinglone's originally slightly narrowed eyes opened, looking at the fishmeal in Lu Qing's hand, the soup leaked out, and he was inexplicably a little disgusted.

He sat motionless, as if wondering whether to take it.

After a pause, he still took it and handed a bowl to Qin Qingyu.

……

Ten minutes later.

After Su Jinglian finished eating the last fishmeal, he glanced at Qin Qingyu, "The fishmeal I bought, you should dispose of the garbage, right?" ”

Although it is a tone of discussion, the firmness of the mouth is unquestionable.

As soon as Qin Qingyu wanted to speak, he heard Lu Qingdao say: "Jing Lone, let's come with me, you can sit for a while." ”

After the words fell, he directly took the disposable tableware in their hands and walked towards the trash can.

Su Jinglian just wanted to say a word, but he didn't need to, but he found that it was too late, so he didn't say anything.

……

Qin Qingyu and Sheng Ying's broadcasting minister practiced for a day, and the time seemed to be fleeting, and the sunset didn't know when it would set.

But the light reflected by the setting sun seems to be creating eternal beauty.

But twilight was like a large gray net, quietly scattering down, covering the whole land.

The sky was like a washed blue-black coarse cloth, and the stars seemed to be shimmering gold sprinkled on this coarse cloth.

In the night sky, the moon is dim, the stars are sparse, and the whole earth seems to have fallen asleep.

The art hall was overcrowded, and the noise was one after another.

The bright lights suddenly went out, and the bright art hall became dim.

With the change of light color, the noisy sound of the art hall suddenly stopped, the quiet atmosphere appeared in the air, and a pair of talented women appeared on the stage.

There is no doubt that the boy in the pure black evening dress is Qin Qingyu.

The girl wearing a white evening dress next to her is Wang Junqi, the minister of broadcasting of Shengying.

Soon, a cold and sweet voice sounded in the air.

Qin Qingyu: Distinguished leaders and teachers!

Wang Junqi: Dear students!

He: Good evening, everyone!

Qin Qingyu: The sky in April is colorful

Wang Junqi: The smell of April is fragrant and intoxicating

He: The song of April resounded throughout the campus, and the campus art festival performance started now!

After the words fell, the two walked away together, leaving the stage for the students to perform in the arts.

He didn't seem to notice the nine o'clock direction ahead, a man with a peaked cap, his deep eyes flashing with a rare light.

And the well-dressed woman next to her pushed the man who was sitting there motionless, "How does it look?" ”

"Average." After the words fell, he smiled and continued to look at the person standing behind the curtain.

The woman next to him glanced at him with a look of disgust, "If you think it's good, just say it, it's obviously not for you." ”

"It sounds good, but who knows?"

The woman next to her didn't seem to understand what he meant, and paused, "What do you mean?" ”

"The singing voice is good, but the acting skills are really uncertain."

The woman next to her nodded, the expression on her face changed, and she said slowly, "Yes." ”

The conversation between the two was neither short nor long, but the first warm-up show at the beginning, hip-hop, was also fleeting with their words.