After a long period of calm, the weather began to get cold again, and people finally wrapped their scarves again.

Think about what you can expect recently, which is a New Year's Day party.

"It's not interesting." Tang Song sighed.

Life seems to be too easy, going to class every day, writing homework, and writing activities in the literary club is to write something. Although she was promoted to the person in charge of the first year of high school by the president because of a "Song and Wine in the Morning", the work is also very easy, especially recently, when she does not often organize big events such as the forum, Tang and Song can only fish while conceiving novels.

There were whispers from a few girls at the door, mixed with one or two sentences of "so handsome", Tang Song looked over, it was Yuan Qing.

"Find your class Tang Song." For these nymphomaniac little girls, the corners of his mouth didn't move.

Tang Song walked out expressionlessly, but he still wondered why he, a junior in high school, came here.

Seeing her coming, Yuan Qingcai smiled, handed Tang Song a thermos cup, and said: "Aunt Yang said that you forgot to bring a water cup, in winter, you can't do it without hot water, she happened to see me as soon as you left, so I brought it to you." ”

"Oh, thank you." Tang Song took the water cup, and the hot water was thoughtfully filled inside.

Yuan Qing knew that Tang and Song didn't like to take care of themselves very much after that day, so he left with interest.

"Tang Song, do you know that handsome senior?"

"Tang Song Tang Song, is he your boyfriend?"

"Is he single - I mean, can you introduce me?"

“……”

Tang Song ignored the girls' chatter and silently walked back to his seat.

"Actually, he reminded me," Tang Song took a sip of water and frowned, "Although they all hide it from me, I'm not a fool, I have to say it." ”

Although the New Year's Day party seems very tacky in the Tang and Song dynasties, there is no way, after all, this is a tradition. It's not yet December, and everyone is already getting ready.

"Tang Song, do you have a show you want to perform?" Xia Jiuchao asked.

Tang Song shook his head awkwardly and said, "You also know that I don't know anything about all kinds of talents. ”

"Alas, it's not that you don't learn," Xia Jiuchao rolled his eyes, "It's been more than a month, and it's too late to learn and sell now." ”

"Forget it, it's boring, I'll just be a spectator. By the way, you don't have any ideas? ”

"It should be said 'we'. The design club is going to cooperate with the cos club and the dance club to produce a show.,We're going to start designing clothes like crazy.,And then tentatively part of it is anime cos.,Part of it is a dance costume.。 It's also possible that the cos club directs the design, and then they all serve as dance costumes for the dance club - anyway, you have to cooperate to create a dance, and you can't escape making clothes, so you may not be able to see me for the next month. ”

"How much do you do, so busy?" The Tang and Song dynasties were extremely sympathetic to the Xia Jiu Dynasty.

"One person does one thing, but the president is in his third year of high school, it's not easy, and her share belongs to me."

"What, squeezing migrant workers?"

Xia Jiuchao didn't have the heart to joke, and his whole face had "happy" written on it. It is worth mentioning that after a certain design genius entered the design club, he was like walking on the ground, and even the president wanted to give way in advance, naturally, Xia Jiuchao became the core figure in the club, so now the president is not available, plus she is already enthusiastic, as a "quasi-president", she is naturally even busier.