The people around Gan Tang feel that she has not had any obsessive goals since she was a child, perhaps because of her superior family and her own conditions, it seems easy to do anything. So many times I just follow the rules and walk quietly on the established road, showing that I don't have any pursuit.

Not yawing is not because it is good, but because the road is flat, why bother to go to the side road to fall and fight?

Unless... Unless there's a kaolin flower on that road.

Zhao Yige raised his eyebrows and looked at Gan Tang's back and shook his head. Slender gold-rimmed glasses rebelliously sit on the tip of the nose, a neat ball head and delicate curly brown curls, and a string of silver chains on a slender neck, all of which exude the temperament of Sven scum.

"Going to school?" Gan Tang glanced back at her, how could Zhao Yige, who was dressed in a white suit at this moment, still look like just now.

"Flowers can be folded and must be folded." Zhao Yige shook his hand and carried his bag, and walked neatly.

This sister recently fell in love with the younger brother of an art academy, and went so far as to catch up with his school, using the name of Bourial's chief designer to get the title of an external teacher.

With a "bang", Gan Tang sighed twice, this person was born with a grudge against the door.

On the table in front of Gan Tang was a slightly yellowed folded book, and at the moment only half of the two pages in front of her were used, and the other half was still empty.

The page that has been used was written four months ago and reads:

[It's rare to be sunny, so I asked for leave to go to the scene to see him. He looked at the crowd as usual, and I secretly took off my mask amid the screams of excitement from everyone. Of course, he just swept through the crowd. 】

[It's a pity that he didn't get the award in the end.] 】

[The people around him muttered comfortingly, I have already earned it when I came here to see him today. 】

[I tried my best to stand on tiptoe and look at him from behind, but I only saw his slightly lost back. 】

Gan Tang picked up the pen, and his good-looking fingertips stayed on the white paper for a long time, and then put down the pen, only one sentence.

[He is still lemon-flavored, faint, and sour. 】

Gan Tang rested at home for two days, and soon returned to the crew. In the next few days, she will have more scenes, especially the rivalry with Yue Yan. I was a little excited to think that the man would be watching from the sidelines.

Seeing that she was still as calm and breezy as ever, the crew looked at each other and muttered to themselves.

Gan Tang is still wearing a bourial limited edition today, which is a dress in an everyday style. The white skirt is paired with a small orange daisy, and the girl in the sun is full of vitality.

"Bourial's limited editions are one after another, what is the origin?" Some people whispered behind their backs, but they didn't dare to ridicule as loudly as last time.

Who doesn't know that Yue Yan's master is a perverse and unruly character, and he is the master who will directly throw his face even the top Han Qinliu. The behind-the-scenes personnel of the crew, like them, are going to be released by the news he targeted, and those fans still have to drown them one by one?

But if this group of people goes to open Gantang's wardrobe, they are afraid that they will be shocked to lose their tongues. All the clothes in her wardrobe are limited to bourial. Not only is it a limited model, but it is also the only finalized sample in the world.

Our great designer, Sabrina, gave all the samples she made with her own hands to her best friends.

"Gantang, are you alright?" Ran Jiaojiao stepped forward and took her hand with worried eyes.

"Me, what's wrong?" Gan Tang endured the strong discomfort and asked with a smile. Although in the eyes of outsiders, they will not see that she is laughing.

When I was a child, I was taught at home that I didn't laugh, get angry, or be sad in front of people. If you laugh, you can't laugh under your eyes, you can't show your teeth, you can't make a sound. If you are angry, then your anger is not in your words, but in your limbs and in your looks. Never show sadness, don't let outsiders laugh and look down on you.

But how can people control their emotions? Over time, Gan Tang really found a golden mean. It's this paralyzed face.

After more than 20 years of cultivation, not to mention others, even if she is herself, she may not be able to see anything.

As for the smirks squeezed out in front of the camera, they are far less clever than those from facial paralysis, otherwise they would not have been nominated for the Golden Broom Award several times.

"Just... Online? Ran Jiaojiao tentatively looked at her with a stammer.