Rumors are like nails in a board that still leave holes when pulled out.

Although the rumor that Zhang Yuanjun brought money into the group is no longer spreading, many students look at him as plain as usual.

Yes, you Zhang Yuanjun did not respond to the rumors of bringing capital into the group.

You're not sure, but you don't deny it!

Otherwise, how can you explain the fact that you have returned to the sea in the face?

Is it true that a student of the film school is the White Lotus?

Can this kind of character be based on real materials?

There must be twists and turns in it.

But no matter whether Zhang Yuanjun took this role through a relationship or spent money to buy it, in short, Zhang Yuanjun is no longer the Zhang Yuanjun in the eyes of his classmates.

A well-off home?

I believe you're a ghost!

A few people in the dormitory are fine, Zhang Yuanjun doesn't take the initiative to confess, they don't ask much, they still eat a bowl of noodles for 2 yuan together, Zhu Yawen still wears Zhang Yuanjun's 150 yuan suit to go to Houhai to pick up girls, Zhang Yuanjun still takes Luo Jin's second-hand notebook and knocks and beats, every night a group of people get together and don't know what to watch, the topic of night chat is always which girl in the school is beautiful and scolding the teacher together and bragging about how he will be popular in the future.

But people are not the same.

The school is a small society, and the art school is more realistic.

Not only in the class, but even the upper and lower students, especially the senior sisters and sisters, were extremely enthusiastic about Zhang Yuanjun for a while.

Zhang Yuanjun is in the name of school grass, and he is already popular with girls.

During this time, it was rumored that his family background was not ordinary.

That Zhang Yuanjun has become a piece of Tang monk meat.

02 is now a sophomore, and Liu Yifei has played the leading role, and Zhang Yuanjun is the second.

It will definitely be red in the future. This is the unanimous evaluation of his classmates.

On Monday, the roommates went out to drink and sing all night last night, and today they skipped class to catch up on sleep in the dormitory.

Zhang Yuanjun got up early alone and went to class with his textbook.

Sitting in the cafeteria, there is a bowl of hot tofu brain, a fried dough stick, and a tea egg in front of him.

Zhang Yuanjun sat in the corner, missing the breakfast in his hometown very much:

"I need a bowl of greasy fried noodles now, with meat and eggs, stir-fried with green vegetables, five yuan."

Just thinking about it, a figure sat opposite Zhang Yuanjun with a dinner plate.

It's none other than Liu Yifei, who comes back every 20 days to make up for a day's class.

"What do you think?" Liu Yifei bought a bowl of white porridge and a small baked cake.

Zhang Yuanjun said honestly: "I want to eat fried noodles at home, but I still can't get used to eating rice in the capital." ”

Liu Yifei has no good words: "It's been two years, and you haven't eaten yet?" Which young master are you, with such a delicate stomach? ”

Zhang Yuanjun ignored her banter, but said with a straight face: "Seriously, I don't look down on Beijing cuisine." Isn't there a saying, there is no food in the capital, and it all depends on the poor. I think there's some truth to that. ”

I can't talk about this with Liu Yifei, she left Jiangcheng to go to the United States since she was a child, although she doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking, but in terms of taste, she really can't do it. When I went out to eat with her, eight times out of ten were hot pot and barbecue.

"Nonsense, I think the food in the capital is quite delicious." Liu Yifei tried to comment on the baked cake in her hand, but was interrupted by another person before she opened her mouth:

"Yifei, Yuanjun, it's so early."

The person who came did not sit next to Liu Yifei, but sat on Zhang Yuanjun's right hand facing Liu Yifei.

"Crawl." Liu Yifei was also very happy to see her friend, "It's so early." ”

Jiang Yan brought a large oil cake on her plate to Zhang Yuanjun: "Come, please." ”

Zhang Yuanjun smiled: "What are you asking me to do for no reason?" ”

"Thank you." Jiang Yan said, "In the last week line class, if you didn't help me, I would definitely be scolded." Then he turned to Liu Yifei and said:

"Yifei, you don't know if you're not there, all the boys in the class, just Yuanjun alone smoothed down that extra-long word. Although I had a stumbling back, I finally finished memorizing it, thanks to Yuanjun handing me words behind my back. ”

Liu Yifei's eyes gradually focused on her friend's mouth, and she only felt that this mouth was a little annoying as soon as she opened and closed, so she smiled and said, "If you don't get scolded, just invite someone to eat an oil cake." ”

Jiang Yan didn't hear the sarcasm, thinking that Liu Yifei was assisting herself, and then said: "Oil cakes are not good, I will invite you to drink a lot of wine that night." ”

Zhang Yuanjun shook his head again and again: "The oil cake is very good, satisfying your hunger." ”

The three of them chatted while eating, Zhang Yuanjun ate quickly, solved his breakfast in three bites, and was about to eat the oil cake given by Jiang Yan.

When I looked up, I saw that Liu Yifei's porridge was only half a bowl, but the baked cakes were finished, so I asked casually: "There is a physical fitness class this morning, can you eat so much?" ”

"I'm full." Liu Yifei leaned back in her chair.

Zhang Yuanjun muttered and reproached Liu Yifei: "Waste of food." ”

Liu Yifei became energetic: "Don't waste it for you to help me eat." As he spoke, he poured the remaining half bowl of porridge into Zhang Yuanjun's empty bowl of tofu brain.

also raised his eyebrows at Zhang Yuanjun: "Didn't you say that you wouldn't waste it, eat it." Completely ignoring Jiang Yan, who was sitting next to Zhang Yuanjun.

Zhang Yuanjun looked at the girl in front of him, hesitated for a second, and still picked up the bowl and drank the porridge.

Then Liu Yifei started to collect the dinner plate for Zhang Yuanjun, and pressed her own dinner plate under Zhang Yuanjun: "Let's go, go to class." ”

There are still many people in the freshman and sophomore years who stay in school, and the film school basically goes out to run the group to find opportunities in the junior year.

Today's physical class 02 form book is very face-saving for the teacher, and the twenty-fifth person came, and less than ten people were absent.

Professor Zong Dexin divided the students into groups: "Today I practice the national standard Latin, Zhang Yuanjun, you and Liu Yifei are in a group." ”

Professor Zong's grouping caused dissatisfaction among the other girls in the class, and there were already fewer boys who came to class today, and they also wanted to dance with Zhang Yuanjun.

Professor Zong explained: "It's not that you haven't jumped with Zhang Yuanjun before, he is too tall, and you stand in front of him like a little chicken, ugly to death." Liu Yifei is tall and tall, and she also has dancing skills before, and she looks best with Zhang Yuanjun. ”

Some girls complained about Zhang Yuanjun: "Why are you so tall?" ”

Zhang Yuanjun spread his hands: "I can't help it, my parents gave it." ”

"Alright, let's divide into groups, go change clothes, and we'll start in ten minutes."

In Latin, it is necessary to show the physical beauty of male and female dancers, especially the curves of female dancers.

Zhang Yuanjun is no problem, but to be honest, 17-year-old Liu Yifei is not curvy even if she changes into a tight skirt for Latin dance.

I said in the night talk in the dormitory that Liu Yifei has no meat on her, so she has nothing to do, it's too dry.

But Latin dance is enthusiastic and unrestrained, and the dance posture is charming and chic. There are a lot of intimate movements between the dance partners, such as veneers, as well as crotch movements.

For acting students, emancipating nature is the basic class, and dancing is not shy.

At the end of the song, Zhang Yuanjun put his arms around Liu Yifei's waist, and the two faces were about to stick together.

Liu Yifei looked up at her dance partner, and she could clearly feel Zhang Yuanjun's breath blowing on her eyelashes.

Zhang Yuanjun was in a good state today, immersed in it, he looked down at his dance partner, and he could clearly feel Liu Yifei's breath blowing on his lips.