Before class, everyone went back to the dormitory to wash up, changed their clothes and hurried to the classroom.

Twenty-seven of the forty-seven members of the class were not in the dormitory last night.

But because of what happened in the rehearsal in the auditorium last night, the other students who didn't follow them to the coffee shop all remained silent tacitly, except for Wang Shibiao and the few in their dormitory!

But Wang Shibiao always feels weird today.

Not long after Lin Baoyue and the others came in, the class bell rang, and then the teacher came in, and everyone spread out their books to attend classes normally.

Everything seems normal, but it's not normal.

Between classes, Wang Shibiao wanted to get close to the girls, and he wanted to ask them what the program was prepared again. However, as soon as he came over, before he could speak, the other party either wanted to go to the bathroom, or said that he was sleepy, so he closed his eyes and slept for a while. Anyway, no one wants to talk to him!

Even Meng Xiaoling, who had a good impression of him before, didn't look at him.

What else is there not to understand? This is obviously knowing something.

Wang Shibiao's face was cloudy, he thought about all the details after what happened last night, and finally, he turned his head and cast his gloomy gaze on Shi Wei.

Because tomorrow afternoon will be the eleventh holiday, even if it is a college again, everyone has no intention of studying at this time, and they no longer go to the library to occupy a place after dinner in the afternoon, and they all gather in the auditorium.

"I heard that during last night's rehearsal, two classes had the same program."

"And this kind of thing? Didn't you notice it when the student union received the program list in advance? ”

It seems that they have different names, one is called "The New Concubine is Drunk", and the other is called "New Century". So just by looking at the name, how can the students know the same program? ”

"And then?"

"It's as if 'New Century' has been retained, and another one has to be replaced."

"In other words, "The New Concubine Drunk" plagiarized "New Century"?"

"Probably so."

"Really, isn't it just a show, why plagiarize? This year's freshmen are really bad! ”

"Who's to say it isn't."

Although there were not many people watching during the rehearsal, the plagiarism of the dance of the first and second classes of the freshman industrial management was still circulated, and everyone subconsciously thought that the one that was kept must be the original version.

As for the one that is out, it must be plagiarism.

Somehow these words were listened to by Bian Huailiang, and Xin Zejiang, the counselor of the second class, was also there.

He patted Bian Huailiang's shoulder and comforted, "It's all rumors, they may not be true, and even if it's true, it's just a show." Let's talk about them later, these children are real, so they can't be replaced by another one, so they have to fight with you? ”

Bian Huailiang turned his head to look at Xin Zejiang, fucking when he couldn't hear how proud he was?

It's not more than one show.

In fact, Xin Zejiang doesn't like to ask much about chores like the party, and it is also because he elected the squad leader early, and most of the things were handed over to Jing Chaoming.

But Bian Huailiang knew that the dance in their class was written and directed by Deng Weiwei and Lin Baoyue.

If this can be the same thing, then it can only show one fact

However, Bian Huailiang didn't say anything to Xin Zejiang, and he didn't go to Deng Weiwei and Lin Baoyue to find out the truth before the party started, he wanted to see how these children dealt with this matter.

So I sat with the leaders and counselors of the college and the department, and quietly waited for their work management class to come on the show

"Next, I invite the 2000-level industrial management class 2 girls to dance "New Century", leading the dance, Guo Youhong!"

Because of the vignette in last night's rehearsal, the second class attracted much attention when performing this dance.

Lin Baoyue looked at Guo Youhong, who was leading the dance on the stage, and thought that she was really no worse than Deng Weiwei, and even she, a layman, could see that she did every move very well.

Perhaps, this is also the confidence that she decided to copy their dance.

"What did you change to?"

Xiao Yizhou came over after dinner, and stood in a corner of the auditorium with Lin Baoyue at the moment, accompanying her to watch the dance that was stolen.

"You'll find out later."

Lin Baoyue smiled mysteriously, she was wearing more casually today than yesterday, but the clothes were samples made in the fat factory, a white striped shirt and black wide-legged pants, a seemingly simple but eye-catching outfit.

She just hated that she couldn't print the fat man's new trademark "Bao Dai" on her back.

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Of course, it must be silly.

Seeing that the time was about the same, Lin Baoyue approached Xiao Yizhou and said hello to him, then turned around and walked backstage.

However, what she didn't know was that less than a minute after she left, there was suddenly one more person in her place!

Xiao Yizhou turned his head to look at Zhang Weiming, who was standing beside him calmly, his eyes narrowed, and then he turned his head to look at the stage, and continued to enjoy the show that he couldn't watch at all.

"Xiao Yizhou, you are very despicable!"

Xiao Yizhou's eyes were still staring at the stage in front of him, his face was indifferent, and he was not annoyed and angry because of Zhang Weiming's words.

"The letter I put on Lin Baoyue's desk for the first time half a year ago was taken by you, right?"

Xiao Yizhou still didn't say anything.

"At that time, I thought that Lin Baoyue saw the letter, and the lack of a reply probably meant a refusal, so I gave up. But then she gave me an expensive purple clay pot, and I was very happy.

"I also have a purple clay pot!" Xiao Yizhou finally spoke, his deep voice with a touch of sarcasm, "She also gave Zheng Tao one, if you don't believe it, you can ask him." ”

Zhang Weiming was stunned!

"Impossible, that pot"

"She has a lot of purple clay pots at home, a cabinet full of them, that thing is not uncommon to her, she gave one to her who had a good relationship with her before graduating from high school, and Shen Lan and He Wenjie also have it."

At this moment, Zhang Weiming became very depressed, he was full of hope, but it was not.

But

"But why would she put a peach in the pot?"

This sentence is not so much that Zhang Weiming is asking Xiao Yizhou, but that he is muttering to himself, he originally had hope for the purple clay pot, but now it is shattered.

Could he still be able to shift his hope to a peach now?

At that time, he was reluctant to eat it, and he had to throw it away until it was broken.

However, what he didn't know was that when Xiao Yizhou heard his words, his heart burned with rage!

Peach?

Why does Zhang Weiming's pot have peaches in it, but his doesn't? Why?

The dead girl really treated Zhang Weiming differently at that time, and quibbled that she didn't remember what she gave Zhang Weiming.

Swindler!

See how he cleans her up at night!

"The following is a class of 2000-level industrial management, and the performance program is, 'Song Skewer'."

At this time, the host happened to announce Lin Baoyue's class, Xiao Yizhou and Zhang Weiming temporarily put aside the smoke between the two and looked seriously at the figure that appeared on the stage