Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 101 Is it necessary for the folk music department to exist?

Wen Qiao quickened his pace: "You wait for me here, and I will send mine to the dormitory to help you."

Finished talking, rushed.

Lu Youyou is holding on to the railing, my Joe, can you be a little conscious of a big beauty? You should be held up by everyone in your ancient beauty that allowed the emperor to "play with the lords".

After a while, Wen Qiao turned back, and helped her carry the suitcase with one hand and the bedding with the other. Lu Youyou followed and shouted, "I'll carry one."

"It's okay, I'll be fine."

Followed by Zhao Tong and Xu Lu, each holding a glass of Frappuccino in his hand, Zhao Tong sneered: "Have you seen? There is not even a helper with luggage. You are still sad because of Wen Qiao. , The folk music department, the wind and rain are swaying, and the wind is still in the wind. Someday Wen Qiao will be reading, the department will be closed, and she will go home."

Xu Lu smiled a little now.

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There are four people in the dormitory, Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou, another girl with short hair and neutral wind is making the bed, and a girl with a loli wind in Hanfu looks a little timid.

Lu Youyou is familiar with herself and introduced herself. The short-haired girl is Lin Xiang, who plays the flute, and the Lolita girl is Chunxiao, who plays drums.

Wen Qiao called Fu Nanli, and it was shut down over there. He was on a flight at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. This time seemed to be the last assessment. After passing the assessment, he could return to the post of captain.

Wen Qiao stared at the two million in his account, distressed.

If you spend another two million for him, will he beat her four million backhand?

She is so difficult.

"Excessive!" Lu Youyou suddenly shouted out of righteous indignation, and Wen Qiao was attracted by her.

"what happened again?"

"The school forum initiated a vote on whether or not to close the folk music department. Currently, 96% of the votes are in favor of closing the folk music department, and only 4% of the votes are against closing the folk music department."

[Is there a need for the folk music department? ]

[No, there were still a hundred students recruited last year. This year there are only 38. I found out, at least 20 of them want to change departments]

[Just for 38 students, so many classes, so many professors, isn’t this a waste of resources]

[I heard that the Haiyin Folk Music Department only accepts single digits. It is currently being adjusted. There is a high probability that the Folk Music Department will not be opened next year.]

Lu Youyou stomped with anger: "If you turn off the folk music department even at the Central Music, then folk music will really be over."

Wen Qiao took the Pipa out of the piano bag and wiped it gently and carefully: "The folk music department won't be closed, don't worry."

Lin Xiang clasped the flute in his hand: "It won't be closed."

In the dormitory next door, Zhao Tong slid his mobile phone: "Lulu, let's quickly contribute to the vote to turn off the folk music department and vote."

Xu Lu clicked on to the school forum and voted for "to close the folk music department".

She doesn't seem to have to deal with Wen Qiao.

Many people want her to **** off.

All the students from other departments felt that the folk music department had lowered the overall grade of the school, and they all wanted Wen Qiao and the others to get out of the school.

The vote was so ridiculous that it caused trouble to the student union and even the school board.

All the students except the folk music department felt that establishing a formal department for 38 students was a waste of public resources.

The principal strongly opposed the closure of the folk music department.

And this school is not the principal’s one-word hall. There is a board of directors in the school, and all directors vote on it.

(End of this chapter)