At ten o'clock in the morning of the next day, Song Shenyan received a strange phone call.

"Hello, is it Miss Song Shenyan?" The voice is young and polite.

Song Shenyan just sat up from the bed, because of the red sandalwood box, she had insomnia.

As you get out of bed, turn on the megaphone.

I don't know what's going on today, and the dormitory is not there.

"I'm Song Shenyan, who are you?"

"Hello Miss Song, I'm Mr. Xie's assistant Sangmu."

After revealing his identity, Song Shenyan could probably guess what was going on.

"Mr. Xie asked me to pick you up for lunch, and I will stop at the east gate at about half past eleven and wait, and I will send the model and license plate to your text message later."

"No, refuse Mr. Xie for me, I still have to practice in the morning. The Huainan Song and Dance Troupe's performance will be at half past four in the afternoon, and I will be waiting for Mr. Xie at the door at that time. After saying this, she hung up directly.

After a quick wash, I took my exercise bag and left the dormitory.

Sang Mu, who was hung up on the phone, stood in the office, and Xie Tangyu leaned on the backrest and closed his eyes and took a nap.

The amplification was turned on just now, and the dialogue was clear.

He opened his eyes and glanced at Sangmu, his eyes gloomy, and then nodded his knee.

The chair slid forward and pressed the internal number: "Lucy, call a meeting of the R&D department." ”

Sang Mu has followed Xie Tangyu for three years and is very familiar with his personality and habits.

Only when you are in a bad mood will you disrupt the original plan.

Originally, the meeting of the R&D department was supposed to be tomorrow morning.

The boss is in a bad mood and the employees are unlucky.

At this moment, Song Shenyan was standing at the door of classroom C on the second floor of Pianran Building.

There was a lot of laughter from inside.

On weekends, many people practice exercises, but they are generally quiet.

When there were many people, she felt very uncomfortable.

Ye Zhi went to the hot water machine from the other end of the corridor, and when he looked up, he saw Song Shenyan looking at the classroom with empty eyes.

"Song Shenyan." She shouted softly.

Song Shenyan turned around and saw Ye Zhi waving at her.

She walked over from Classroom C.

"Next month's school anniversary, Classroom C was requisitioned by the modern dance team next door." Ye Zhi explained.

Before, Classroom C was a small classroom, and Song Shenyan specifically asked the main teacher for the key, and occasionally the dormitory would be used, but others didn't know at all.

"Su Li was busy with the student union during this time, and she didn't have time to tell you, let's go, let's go to the other side." Ye Zhi led Song Shenyan to F where his roommate was.

Pushing open the door of classroom F, except for the dormitory director Su Li, everyone else was there.

The dormitory is a six-person room.

With a round face and a smile, it was Gao Yuran who loved to laugh, and she would sit there and drink water.

The tall girl standing in front of the dance bar and pressing her legs is Zhao Tong, a native of Nancheng.

She dislikes Song Shenyan the most, because in the original profession, Song Shenyan pressed her by a few ten, and she was the second in ten thousand years.

As for the side of the movement, it was Yang Dong who was born cold and white-skinned, and she and Su Li were both fellow villagers from Huacheng.

The three of them ate together, and Su Li and Ye Zhi ate together.

Song Shenyan has always been himself.

Suddenly came in, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"When we saw you asleep, we didn't wake you up." Gao Yuran has a very sweet personality, and she takes the initiative to break the ice.

"Hmm." Song Shenyan nodded, not knowing what to say.

I am not familiar with thinking that she is high, so she has a sense of superiority, but in fact, after a long time, I found that she has always been like this.

Zhao Tong retracted his leg and kicked Gao Yuran: "Get up and practice dancing." He didn't pay attention to Song Shenyan's existence.

Song Shenyan put down the bag in his hand, changed into a dance costume, and put on soft-soled practice shoes to warm up.

Next month's school celebration was supposed to be the beginning of classical dance, but modern dance didn't know what to do, so it was adjusted from the countdown to the beginning.

The finale is actually not good, and those leaders don't want to see the end at all.

In the end, classical dance became the bottom show.

Several people practiced for almost an hour, and the door was suddenly slammed open.

Song Shenyan was already very close to the door, but she didn't react, she was carried by the strength of the door, and fell down with a bang.