After scribbling to the song, after watching Mencius step down from the crack in the door, Song Yunshen straightened his waist.

"Senior Brother Song!" I don't know where the junior sister of the music department passed by, recognized him at a glance, and shouted shamefully before seeing Professor Gao on the side, she immediately shouted seriously, "Hello Professor Gao!" ”

Song Yunshen quietly changed his tone, bowed his head, and nodded in response.

Then he continued to stand by the door thoughtfully, but soon, he looked away and met the deep eyes of Professor Gao.

Song Yunshen coughed lightly: "What, you can consider investing." ”

Prof. Gao: "......"

The investment is fake, but the girl is real.

Professor Gao chuckled, seeing through it without saying anything.

"Let me tell you, this girl is the first in professional classes, and she is also the first in scientific theory, which is better than you back then!" Professor Gao can be called a highly respected old professor in the Marx Institute and even in the whole school, and those who can get his evaluation are outstanding.

Hearing this, Song Yun smiled deeply, but remained silent.

He returned to school this time, firstly, he really had something to find Professor Gao, and secondly, he wanted to understand this girl who could make people dream.

It turns out that they have a fate for the collision just now.

But Song Yun couldn't understand how such an excellent person couldn't think of finding the gold owner?

Even if you want to find it, why don't you look for him like this?

"First of all, you leaders still pick and search and don't give people some scholarships?" After Song Yunshen asked, he pinched his eyebrows, and was a little annoyed how to ask this.

Professor Gao didn't understand, but only listened to one of the meanings: "What do you mean kid?" Who picks and searches! ”

Song Yun smiled deeply and shook his head.

After a deep training of Song Yun, Professor Gao returned to the topic: "There are scholarships every year, and Mencius gets them every year." ”

Hearing this, Song Yun's deep eyes sank a little.

-

After class, Mencius rubbed his back and listened to Zheng Hehe talk about what he had just said in class as he walked.

Zheng Youhe noticed it and pulled her hand away: "What's wrong with her back?" ”

"It hurts when I hit the pillar." Bumped into Song Yunshen, not to mention the loss of her head, and bounced off the pillar to compensate for her slender back, Mencius had a bitter face, complaining that the bones were going to break.

"Find a place to check it out for you." Zheng Youhe forcefully pulled her to find a place.

"Not so delicate." Mencius loosened his restrained wrists, stood in place and moved his muscles, and complained, "It's cold, I'll go home and see for myself." ”

"Hey, isn't that squeamish?" Zheng Youhe scolded her for being unproductive, and rubbed her back through his coat, "It's really okay?" Why did you hit the pillar at the end of the end? ”

It's okay not to say it, but when he mentions it, he gets angry, Mencius bared his teeth and said angrily: "It's not Song Yunshen's profiteer!" ”

"What?" Zheng Youhe was confused, and he was stunned for a long time after grasping the keyword.

Song, Yun, Shen!?

"Wait, you just said Song Yunshen? Is that Song Yunshen I understand? Zheng He grabbed Mencius who was retreating, and asked with wide eyes.

Mencius laughed twice, forgetting that Zheng Hehe was a diehard fan of Song Yunshen.

In the end, Zheng He and the pestering people had to listen to the ins and outs, and Mencius had to be forced to surrender and reluctantly recount today's "chance encounter".

"I just said it, you're going to have peach blossom luck this month!" Zheng Youhe slapped his thigh, his eyes lit up with excitement, "It's still a big pink peach blossom like Senior Brother Song!" ”

Mencius beeped quietly: "The rotten peach blossoms are almost the same." ”

Zheng Youhe naturally didn't hear it, and continued to immerse himself in his fantasy world.

"Tomorrow is a bi-monthly music exchange meeting, Zheng Da Beauty, you still think about how to avoid being pushed on stage to play tunes." Mencius pressed her neck and realistically snuffed out all her illusions.

Zheng Youhe's smile froze almost instantly: "Mencius, you are really annoying!" ”

"Come on, Bishoujo." Mencius took two steps forward and looked back with a wink.

Zheng Youhe couldn't cry or laugh, clenched his fists and trotted to chase after him.

The fights between the little girls were so thoroughly seen by the men under the magnolia tree.

"Sir, you won't really ...... Have you taken a fancy to Miss Meng? Secretary Chen held his hands and hesitated for a long time before asking this sentence.

In the past, Song Yunshen would not have thought of the friendship between teachers and students and ran to Yingcheng University, but now he has appeared in the school twice in three days for various reasons, not to focus on what other girls are.

Song Yunshen retracted his gaze, took out a cigarette unhurriedly, and wanted to light it, but saw the "No smoking on campus" sign posted in front of the square.

The action froze.

In the middle of the night, a gust of wind blew slowly, and Song Yunshen answered Secretary Chen's question.

"Look at her pleasing to the eye"

Secretary Chen: "......"

Answered, but did not answer.

Isn't it just that he understands it.

Who doesn't love a young and beautiful girl.

"Go and check, the calligraphy and painting exhibition that Yingcheng will hold every spring and March is set on the day, and find a way to get two tickets." After watching the little girl's figure gradually disappear, Song Yunshen clenched the cigarette in his hand, lowered his head and thought about something, then raised his hand and threw the cigarette to Chen Mi.

"Okay." Chen Mi touched his nose and guessed Song Yunshen's intentions.

His boss is going to be ready to grab it!

-

The School of Music holds bi-monthly music fairs that are open to all interested music students. Meng Zijin and Zheng Youhe don't know how many times they have been arrested by the student union to be a façade since they entered the school.

I can't escape this time.

Head of the Student Council of the Conservatory. Xi is their classmate, a handsome young man named Xiao Dang, who looks thin but has a strong ability to do things, and he is the one who organizes such a grand music exchange meeting.

[Xiao Dang]: Goddess Meng, see you at six o'clock in the afternoon.

After receiving Xiao Dang's message at noon, Mencius turned the screen to Zheng Youhe and raised his eyebrows.

Zheng He snorted and tapped his mobile phone screen three times, indicating that he had received the same message.

"Copy and paste, just change your surname, and the punctuation marks are the same." Zheng Youhe bit a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and complained dissatisfied.

At this moment, there were few people in the cafeteria, Mencius yawned, and put down his chopsticks after only a few bites: "People call you goddess, you are happy." ”

After demolishing her, Mencius thought of their daily bickering and began to laugh: "You say, does this Xiao Dang like you?" ”

These words frightened Zheng Youhe: "What are you making international jokes? ”

Although Xiao Dang is not bad-looking, Zheng He made it clear a few times ago that he would not call him.

"Look at what scares you, I'll guess." Mencius bothered his cheeks, and looked at her with bright eyes, obviously thinking about it.

Zheng Youhe glared at her angrily: "I see that you and Song Yunshen have a lot of fate, do you want me to count the two of you as a hexagram?" ”

It's okay not to mention it, but it's angry.

As soon as the figure of this person appeared in his mind, his hand plate heart unconsciously felt an itch, like the feeling of being scratched by Song Pervert a few times before.

Trembling, Mencius shook his head and diverted the topic: "Eat you, where do you come from so many words, there should be more people when the meal arrives." ”

Zheng Youhe raised his eyebrows, chewed the last piece of sweet and sour pork ribs in his mouth, and simply cleaned up: "Okay, let's go." ”

There are many people, which is her death hole.

Mencius smiled helplessly.

From freshman to senior, I have tried all kinds of methods over the years, but I can't cure Zheng Hehe's disease.

For a person who wants to perform on stage, being afraid of people means that he will never be able to go on stage.

Zheng Hehe is good, people are very optimistic, only she is in a hurry.

The moment she started and turned around, a few more smiling unfamiliar faces suddenly appeared in Mencius's sight, standing quite neatly, but calling her unevenly: "Hello senior sister-"

"Hello." Mencius smiled back.

I want to be a fan girl.。

"Senior Sister Meng, do you still have the opening performance for the afternoon exchange meeting?" A girl wearing black glasses asked expectantly.

Zheng Youhe twitched the corners of his mouth, and directly replied for her: "Play, take out her housekeeping skills to play." ”

A few girls began to whisper: "Great! ”

Mencius was a little unsure of which exchange meeting did not start with her, this is obviously a well-known thing, how can anyone ask knowingly.

Thinking about it, the little fan girls said excitedly: "Senior Sister Meng opened solo, Senior Jiamu ended with the finale, oh my God, this exchange meeting is simply an audio-visual feast!" ”

"Who?" Accurately capturing a certain word, Zheng Youhe asked first, "What senior?" ”

Mencius blinked, although he was not surprised by Zheng Hehe's reaction, but he still couldn't help but sigh in his heart, glanced at it, and consciously transformed into an audience.

"Senior Guo Jiamu, no one can replace him in the piano god after graduating from Yingda for three years!" The girl with black-rimmed glasses fell into self-absorption.

"Yes, yes, I used to take the exam for Senior Jiamu, but I didn't expect him to come back to participate in the exchange meeting after graduating for so many years, and his dream came true, and this study was not in vain." The other girls chimed in.

Guo Jiamu, the piano god, is three years old, and one of Ms. Xu Qiang's future sons-in-law.

Mencius quickly went through his impressions of this person in his mind.

However, Zheng Hehe was suddenly sluggish, and his usual upside-down temperament suddenly converged: "Okay, thank you, I know." ”

After this little episode, Mencius put the dinner plate with her and walked out of the cafeteria, looked at her sideways for a long time, and Mencius finally couldn't help but poke: "It seems that it is for you." ”

Zheng Youhe's legs, which were originally walking well, suddenly lost their strength, their mouths were deflated, and they faked crying: "Baby Meng, help me-"

Hearing such a title, Mencius pressed his hands to her mouth: "Three numbers, just talk to me." ”

"Okay." Zheng Youhe stood up straight, scraped a few drops of water on his eyelashes with his little thumb, and said, "I'm not going to the exchange meeting." ”

"Then you talk to Xiao Dang." Mencius didn't stop either.

Zheng Youhe: "......"

"Won't you persuade me?" Zheng and his tone are loveless.

"Aren't you afraid of being caught?" Mencius didn't turn a corner with her, and said as he walked, "I want to see him, but I'm afraid to see him, Zheng Hehe, you just don't have the guts." ”

"yes, no guts." Zheng Yoyo did not deny it.

"Hurry up, the grapevine says that Song Yunshen will come to the music exchange meeting held by the music department, let's hurry up and sign up!"

A gust of wind whistled by, blowing Song Yunshen's three words.

Mencius and Zheng and He looked at each other.

Zheng Youhe slyly laughed: "Oops, feng shui takes turns. ”

Meng Zijin blinked, and simply said, "Or, let's let Xiao be a pigeon once?" ”