Psychic Reborn

Put all the washing utensils to be taken to the military training camp into a small package, and Qu Yiran quickly finished packing, but Fang Tianzhuo came from another place, and the preparation of daily necessities is not as comprehensive as Qu Yiran, a big local tycoon in S city. I didn't bring a small bag.

So Qu Yiran's bulging little squirrel's backpack was filled with enough weight for two people.

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his head and grinned when he saw his eye-catching bag. Not only was the squirrel's head three-dimensional, but even its furry tail was three-dimensional, hanging behind Qu Yiran who was carrying the bag. Hehe, did you dare to ask if you bought this bag yourself? Yiran."

Qu Yiran was surprised by his smile, "No, there is... is there something wrong?"

"So, it's your brother again?" This kid, didn't he find this bag too cute?It's fine if you change it to a girl, but you're a boy!

Any guy with a fluffy squirrel hanging around school?

Well, there really is, it is you, Qu Yiran!

Qu Yiran was still puzzled, "My brother bought it."

Fang Tianzhuo covered his lips, "Cough—well, you think it's normal?"

Qu Yiran looked serious, "Then, what's wrong with it?"

Fang Tianzhuo's smile froze on his lips, he glanced at Qu Yiran and stroked his forehead without saying a word, forget it, he lost!

The two were silent all the way, and arrived at the registration site, the school playground b, 5 minutes before the set time stipulated by the military training.

Qu Yiran is used to being silent and quiet, while Fang Tianzhuo struggled with his squirrel bag, because the more he looked at the squirrel head on the bag, the more it looked like Qu Yiran's expression that he would inadvertently show sometimes.

Someone so unexpected the truth.

However, after the registration deadline for the military training, and during the period when everyone was lined up on the playground in b and waiting for instructions, people from the student union took the initiative to come to the door and asked for the name of the program. Representative Speech".

The head of the Propaganda Department of the Student Union scratched his ears, as if he couldn't believe it, and asked again, "Junior Qu, do you want... to play the guqin?"

"Yes, senior."

"Are you sure?" A certain senior looked at Qu Yiran very delicately.

Each year's freshman representative program is actually very fixed, nothing more than singing songs, some are lyrical, some are cheerful and free and easy...

Although the types of songs are different, because the freshmen of each year are recognized as "the school's future man of the hour" at the same time as the representative, the atmosphere of each performance is extremely hot, and the freshmen The old students cheered and cheered very much.

Well, this year's freshman representatives can be said to be even more amazing, the country's top science scores, but they reported to the liberal arts department of University A, and even the programs they put out are so connotative, they don't care about the old routines of University A at all!

However, guqin?What kind of thing is that, well, judging from the literal meaning, it is a kind of piano!

Is that a guzheng?Probably not...

Do you want an accompaniment?People say no!

"Guqin solo? There doesn't seem to be a guqin in our school. Brother Qu plans to prepare it himself?"

"No, the school has them." Qu Yiran paused and said, "I will figure out a way for the musical instruments myself, thank you senior for the manuscript."

"Ah... you're welcome." A certain person touched his nose and accepted his junior thank you without guilt. At this moment, he completely forgot that he was just a messenger, and he didn't write the manuscript at all.

"Oh, by the way, you can read this manuscript when you are on stage, ahem...if you are not afraid of embarrassment." He thought of the contemptuous look in the president's eyes when he asked this question, shrugged innocently, and continued, " Don't be nervous, the seniors are busy with something."

In fact, he didn't say that this first speech has already entered the secret assessment stage of the student union. The so-called exempted quota is another way of saying that the assessment is more stringent and requires more than ordinary students.

"Okay." Qu Yiran put a stack of at least ten pages of manuscripts into the furry little squirrel bag with a smile.

Naturally, he had to read such a long manuscript, so why not memorize it?What a hassle...

But read along, who said that you must hold the manuscript by yourself?

'Li Mi. '

'arrive! '

'When the time comes, help me hold the manuscript. '

'okay! Li Mi was very happy, Brother Qu finally thought of himself first, and didn't ask Master Dongfang for help.

A certain ghost Li got into his backpack and couldn't wait to turn over the manuscript and read it first. In Yuzhong, one in white and one in red sat opposite each other. (Where did the tea come from?)

Boya put down his teacup and said softly, "Dongfang Bubai, is he the Eastern leader preached by the world?"

Dongfang still closed his eyes, "Yes, so what."

Boya frowned and smiled, picked up the teapot and poured Dongfang a cup, pushed it in front of him, and changed the topic, "They are all very cute children." Sincere and kind.

Considering Boya's age and the time he has spent in the world, it is not an exaggeration to call Li Mi and Qu Yiran children, and it is not a problem to call them grandchildren.

Dongfang didn't say anything, just raised his teacup and lightly sipped it.

it is more than words.

The military training officially kicked off.

Three instructors were in charge of two teams, and the teams were randomly selected according to the serial numbers at the time of reporting, unlike the military training in high school in the past, everything was based on the class.

This can be regarded as one of the unique traditions of University A. Disrupting the departments of various disciplines, dividing the freshmen into different small teams to exchange military training and make friends, is not just rigidly confined to the college to which they belong.

Because Qu Yiran and Fang Tianzhuo registered their names at the same time and their serial numbers were too close together, there was basically no possibility of them being grouped together. However, Wei Jin and Qu Yiran, who hadn't seen each other in the past two days, were in the same small team.

Wei Jin used to be the only one with normal hair color in the "Experimental Middle School Group of Four", and he was also the first good friend accepted by Qu psychic teacher.

Unlike Gao Jun, who is habitually convulsed all day long, and his mysterious dialect, which is always heavy, Wei Jin is a very straightforward and sunny boy, especially when he smiles, it is easier to make people feel good about him.

Dialect and Gao Jun grew up together as childhood sweethearts, as did Wei Jin and Qu Yiran. They have been in the same class since elementary school. It can be said that Wei Jin witnessed the whole process of Qu Yiran's personality changes.

Whether it is normal, abnormal, or semi-normal nowadays... Wei Jin is still there, and he is still Qu Yiran's best friend.

"Yi Ran." Wei Jin, who was always sunny, greeted him weakly at this time, with obvious black and blue circles in his eyes, looking extremely sleepy.

Seeing that he was a good friend, Qu Yiran laughed, but he was a little worried about his condition, "You haven't slept for the past few nights? Are you playing games again?"

"Where is it! My computer has been confiscated, hum! I get annoyed when I mention this!" Wei Jin gritted his teeth in hatred, "creak creak" sounded particularly pervasive, "I don't know what kind of wind is blowing in my house. , Said that I was worried about entering A University, unfamiliar environment, and not in the same college as you, and then asked the son of an old friend of my father to take care of me, saying that I am studying medicine, and it will also help me inherit the hospital in the future... Fuck, do you know who it is? It’s the president of our school’s student union, that bt! He watches me study every night! He even locked my computer in his locker! It's time for school!"

"Student council...the president?"

"Yeah." Wei Jin wanted to cry, but he was tortured by that bt these two days, "Last night he forced me to write more than ten pages of some kind of speech, and he didn't let me sleep until I finished it, what a scam , Is there any reason for me to be academic? For Mao to force me to write some freshman speeches, damn it! Yiran, you must never join the student union, remember, people who see the student union must stay away from you in the future! What the hell is bt! Abnormal! The vice president of the student union is not a good thing either!"

"..." Qu Yiran, who was shot all over his body, turned his head silently.

It turns out that the manuscript was written by you.

Also... I've been "joined" by the student union.

Seeing how excited and angry he was, Qu Yiran decided not to add fuel to the fire and provoke Wei Jin for the time being.

Some things are predestined, and people cannot escape or escape.

Yes, there is no escape.

At this moment, the screen of the white mobile phone lying quietly in the little squirrel's backpack flashed silently. It was an unread message from--brother.

The shrunken Li Mi was reading manuscripts in his bag, but accidentally found a flashing light spot, so he lightly pushed the button, and it turned out... well, still need to swipe to unlock?

'Brother Qu, the phone is on. '

'oh. Qu Yiran opened the bag, took out the phone and quickly swipe it.

"Why are you still looking at your phone at this time? Hurry up, the assembly whistle has sounded several times! I heard that the instructor is even more perverted than the president of BT!" Wei Jin pulled him over anxiously.

As a result, Qu Yiran was dragged away in a flash before he clicked on the message.

This time, the mobile phone was lying next to the pillow of a certain lower bunk in the eight-person dormitory. The message had already been clicked on, and Li Mi looked over it with a probe.

【On the night of the 20th, I went to see Ranran's performance at school. 】

=口=Brother Qu, your brother got the news a little too fast...

"Boss, these are your itineraries for the night of the 20th. Look..." Mary handed it over respectfully, thinking that her president wanted to rearrange some important things.

As a result, Qu Lingfeng didn't even look at it, and waved his hand directly to signal him to leave, "Don't look at it, just push it all away."

Mary, "..."

Is that what oil means?

Lin Feng was nestling on the sofa in Qu Lingfeng's office, gnawing on an apple, and when he heard his bad friend being so decisive and direct, he got up with question marks all over his head, "You workaholic, have you finally gotten your head around it? Are you planning to go on a date that day? "

Qu Lingfeng gave him a sideways look, and without Le Linfeng, he continued to order Mary, who was still struggling, "Order a bouquet of flowers and deliver them to my office on the 20th."

The younger brother's performance should naturally be accompanied by flowers.

Brother Qu Jia is willing to take the initiative to take on the supporting role.

So Lin Feng also became entangled, he seemed to be the truth about something serious.