I attacked the god of learning

Cheng Xinglin originally walked out casually.

But the moment he opened the curtain, he saw an extra person outside.

Standing at the door, looking at Jian Xing on the curtain with a smile.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin didn't even know what he was thinking, anyway, his body was faster than his mind, so he immediately closed the door curtain.

What the fuck? ? ?

Wasn't it full of people outside just now? ? ?

Why is there suddenly only one Jane left? ? ?

Cheng Xinglin raised his head and looked behind the narrow changing curtain—looking for the mirror.

It was the first time for Cheng Xinglin to put on the clothes by fumbling and trying to put on the Hanfu.

He didn't know if he was wearing it correctly.

and……

Cheng Xinglin lowered his head and looked at the flowing light and dark lines full of ancient rhyme on the clothes - this kind of clothes are not just about looking good.

If you don't have a certain temperament, you probably won't be able to hold it up.

Cheng Xinglin was afraid that he was wearing strange clothes, so he wanted to check himself first.

but--

There is no room for a mirror in the narrow changing curtain,

He turned his head and saw a simple white wall.

Cheng Xinglin was facing the white wall, thinking about his past, thinking about what to do.

His curtain was already held by a slender hand.

The next moment, the curtain "stabbed" and was pulled away by that hand.

Cheng Xinglin: "?!"

Cheng Xinglin turned around in astonishment.

Seeing Jian Xing holding the curtain in his hand, standing as straight as a bamboo, he smiled: "If you don't come out, I'm the only one who comes in to see you."

·

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

The curtains were pulled open by Jian Xing unexpectedly, and Cheng Xinglin's mind went blank for a while, standing there, waiting for Jian Xing to see.

Jian Xing also stood beside the curtain, without taking a step forward.

Just use your own eyes, very seriously, without any disrespect, and slowly appreciate Cheng Xinglin's appearance from top to bottom.

Cheng Xinglin is really suitable for wearing Hanfu.

This round-neck gown made in the Tang Dynasty was originally the restored clothes of a young prince from a family of officials and eunuchs in the Tang Dynasty.

Cheng Xinglin was about the same age as the young master.

Putting on a set, the breeze is handsome, it really looks like a carefree young man in fresh clothes and angry horses who has traveled from ancient times.

The more respectful and solemn Jian Xing's gaze, the more serious he looked.

Cheng Xinglin's heart beat faster.

but.

At the next moment, his eyes slanted for a moment, and he suddenly noticed that Jian Xing's fingers holding the curtain were a little red.

Cheng Xinglin remembered that Jian Xing had told him.

His fingers turned red only when he was nervous or his heart beat faster.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Maybe it was Jian Xing's red fingertips that gave Cheng Xinglin courage.

Cheng Xinglin asked, "Does it look good?"

Jian Xing "tasted" to Cheng Xinglin's toes, and when he heard this sentence, he raised his head: "It looks good."

well.

Now it was Cheng Xinglin's turn to blush.

Cheng Xinglin wanted to lift the stool in the dressing room and hit himself on the head—how many dishes? ?Drink like this? ? ?What do you mean by asking Jian Xing if he looks good? ? ?

Cheng Xinglin cleared his throat, calmed down, and then made a statement that he thought was calm and fair: "Then, if it's about the same, go out and show others?"

Cheng Xinglin's speech is reasonable.

After all, the two of them stayed inside for so long, so it's time to go out and show the person who accompanied them here just now.

Based on his understanding of Jian Xing's senior, Jian Xing should also agree.

So Jian Xing was really calm and said, "No."

"Then let's..." Cheng Xinglin suddenly realized, "Senior, did you just say...?"

"I said no." Jian Xing repeated his own words.

"I haven't seen enough." As Jian Xing said, he pulled up the curtain with his backhand and said, "Wait a minute, let me have a little more time."

·

no! ! !

What's the situation? ? ?

Jian Xing feels very wrong today.

But it's not right, it's not right, but it's really handsome.

I really want to make myself so handsome that my legs are weak.

The changing curtain was filled with the fragrance of Jian Xing's body.

Cheng Xinglin leaned back against the wall, feeling a little... weak in his legs.

Actually nothing happened.

Jian Xing just watched for a while.

Then, Cheng Xinglin clearly heard Jian Xing sigh, and finally opened the changing curtain.

What are you sighing for...

How did people leave?

Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing's back in confusion.

Watching Jane walking to the door and opening it, two people like potatoes rolled in, and at the same time, the people in the background were all dark and turned their heads towards the inside of the Hanfu Club.

There are people waiting outside.

Only then did Cheng Xinglin remember.

——No, were there so many people just now? ?what happened? ?What are those two who rolled in?

It was Hang Yitong and Pan Yangwen who rolled in.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't stand firm, I didn't stand firm." Hang Yitong touched the back of his head, and he didn't know who he was apologizing to.

"Yes, yes." Pan Yangwen put his arm around Hang Yitong's shoulders, "It must be because the earth is too round for us to stand."

It must be a pity for the school that the two of them didn't go to this year's cultural festival to talk about cross talk.

The two cross talk brothers who met each other lately nodded and bowed while straightening their backs. When they saw the Hanfu version of Cheng Xinglin, they all groaned and couldn't say anything about cross talk.

What is this... the young nobleman who has traveled through time.

No, they knew that Cheng Xing was handsome, but they didn't know that he was so handsome? ? ?

Is this the level at which you can debut? ? ?

Not just them—but all the students who stood where they could see Cheng Xinglin were amazed.

They closed the microphone for a long time before someone came to their senses and took out their mobile phone.

This person took a picture before the flash was turned off, which directly attracted the attention of everyone around him.

——Why are you taking pictures? !I'm stunned!

Then everyone quickly took out their mobile phones and took pictures quickly.

It can be said to be looking at beauties in the Hanfu club and listening to flashing lights.

Lively showing an ordinary makeup trial, turned it into a press conference scene.

Of course, this "press conference" cannot be without Xin Zhuo.

Xin Zhuo was sandwiched by Wu Da and Luo Yueyue at the back of the middle row.

Although it's not a VIP seat, it can see Cheng Xinglin clearly.

So just now when Jian Xing opened the door, he saw Cheng Xinglin immediately.

Then... a particularly strong sense of frustration surged directly into Xin Zhuo's heart.

Just frustration.

Just ashamed.

How to describe this feeling.

There are some people, maybe you will envy him and envy him.

But for some people, you can only look up to him—that look is something you will never be able to achieve, so jealousy and envy are meaningless.

Even if you move this kind of thinking, it will only make you feel very ugly.

Xin Zhuo has never been so frustrated in his 16 years of life.

Frustration made him stand where he was, unable to leave, and could only stare blankly at Cheng Xinglin.

until--

The strong flash of flashing lights around him finally woke Xin Zhuo up.

Xin Zhuo gritted his teeth, bumped Wu Da, and squeezed out without saying a word.

"Hey you—" Luo Yueyue reached out to grab him, but was stopped by Wu Da.

"What are you doing?" Luo Yueyue asked, "Are you still his little brother?"

Wu Da: "No, it's meaningless to stop him - he has already surrendered, didn't you see that there is no fighting spirit in his eyes?"

Luo Yueyue: "Really?"

Wu Da: "Really, let him go, he is ready to give up."

Luo Yueyue looked at Xin Zhuo's back hesitantly.

I saw him squeeze out of the crowd, took out his phone, clicked on a certain software, and pointed his lips at the microphone.

Xin Zhuo said to the contact in the phone: "I won't mess with him anymore, I admit defeat."

There was almost a second reply, Luo Yue couldn't understand what was the reply, but she saw Xin Zhuo arguing with that person.

I always feel that something is wrong!

Although Luo Yueyue doubts whether she still has a woman's intuition.

But she still scratched her head and decided to follow Xin Zhuo.

Luo Yueyue ran away, and the empty seat she left was immediately occupied.

The flashing lights never stopped.

Shoot more, or it will be out of print.

"It's not necessary..." Cheng Xinglin tried to struggle.

"Must!" Someone outside answered immediately, "Today's business is over today! Today's Cheng Xinglin will not be fresh after it expires!!"

How to say it as if you are some vegetable on the supermarket shelf.

Cheng Xinglin felt dumbfounded at first, but after being photographed for two or three minutes standing there, he felt a deep sense of unease.

But at least it hurts the eyes.

Cheng Xinglin raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

If these people were yellow-haired, he would directly yell not to get too close.

But these people were his classmates, and Cheng Xinglin didn't know how to get along with them, telling them that he didn't want to be photographed.

The moment Cheng Xinglin raised his hand to rub his eyes.

Jian Xing suddenly said, "Miao Xiaoxiao, come in."

Miao Xiaoxiao was standing at the door, but when she heard the words, she stepped in directly.

"What's the matter, God Jane?" Miao Xiaoxiao raised her head and asked.

Jian Xing didn't answer, he just walked to the door, held the doorknob, and politely said to everyone: "It's time for evening self-study, everyone go back to the classroom first."

Then, Jian Xing unceremoniously closed the door of the Hanfu Club.

·

Just now Cheng Xinglin was wondering if Jian Xing closed the door to thank guests for him.

This explanation confirmed his guess.

Cheng Xinglin glanced at Jian Xing very gratefully, and Jian Xing closed his eyes slightly, as a response to him.

Miao Xiaoxiao raised her hand cautiously after seeing the two people passing their gazes across the air.

Jian Xing: "What's wrong?"

Miao Xiaoxiao: "Well, the ones left here are Cheng Xinglin's relatives and friends group, Jianshen's relatives and friends group, then, I... What kind of identity card am I?"

Jian Xing: "..."

Jian Xing glanced at the hundreds of sets of Hanfu hanging on the towering brackets, and he was a little uncertain: "Isn't this the site of the Hanfu Society? We seem to be the guests...?"

The main reason is that Miao Xiaoxiao was standing outside the Hanfu Club just now, otherwise Jian Xing would definitely call in.

Hearing what Jian Xing said, Miao Xiaoxiao was very moved.

"It seems like this." Miao Xiaoxiao said, "But since I'm here, I will try my best to play my role! Let me know how I can help you."

After all, Miao Xiaoxiao went to Cheng Xinglin's side and walked around a few times.

In fact, if she was the president, she would definitely roll up her sleeves and look at her, but Miao Xiaoxiao still didn't dare to do such a thing to Cheng Xinglin.

Wear Hanfu, OK.

The face of a person in Hanfu is very OK.

Red lips and white teeth without makeup are already the result of many people spending four or five hours on makeup.

Tonight's selection will be in a small classroom, and there is no need for heavy makeup to enhance the complexion, so there is no need for makeup.

Miao Xiaoxiao shook the ball head on top of her head, stood on tiptoes and said to Cheng Xinglin: "Brother Lin has a perfect face, you don't need makeup, but I feel that the hairstyle doesn't match the Hanfu. Let me give you a hairstyle." !"

Cheng Xinglin: "...No need--"

"Use it!" Miao Xiaoxiao spoke in a coquettish tone, but she was not directed at Cheng Xinglin, but at Jian Xing, "A beautiful person with a beautiful hairstyle and clothes, you Don't want to see it?"

Jian Xing: "..."

Miao Xiaoxiao: "You speak with your conscience."

Touching his conscience, he said that he wanted to see it.

Jian Xing asked Pan Yangwen: "Is there enough time?"

"Enough enough." Pan Yangwen held up the lottery in his hand, "I'm so lucky that I directly won the golden time."

Prime time is all about mid-deep -- shortly after halftime and still some distance from the end.

It's not completely aesthetically fatigued yet, but it's not as bad as the opening program.

"Fuck." Hang Yitong took the lottery, "Brother, you are lucky."

"Yes." Jian Xing said, "That's why we let him do all the services in our class that allow him to draw on his behalf."

Hang Yitong: "Then can you draw a card for me?"

Jian Xing didn't participate in the conversation, and turned to Miao Xiaoxiao: "There's enough time, let's do it."

Miao Xiaoxiao: "That's great!"

Cheng Xinglin wanted to resist: "Actually, I think..."

Miao Xiaoxiao: "Actually, you think you still need to have a hairstyle!"

With that said, Miao Xiaoxiao directly pressed Cheng Xinglin in front of the makeup mirror.

A school bully of a generation was pushed in front of a vanity mirror by a little girl, and then put on a wig involuntarily.

Cheng Xinglin saw his own hair that was stretched out.

The only thought was - what the hell? ?

With a wig on his head, he looked like a gangster who was about to rob a house.

let alone ugly...

Cheng Xinglin glanced sideways, and saw Jian Xing standing not far behind him in the mirror.

Jian Xing was still so handsome, in stark contrast to himself, he still looked at him with a half-smile.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

let me die.

Cheng Xinglin closed his eyes in despair.

Let Miao Xiaoxiao bring back some messy things and put them on his head.

Then make a sound of "this is not good, that is not good."

I don't know how many sets, Cheng Xing's neck was almost numb by the long hair that was a little hard.

Miao Xiaoxiao seemed to be finally satisfied, and stopped taking off her wig and putting it on for Cheng Xing.

However, Miao Xiaoxiao had no next move.

——Is this because I found myself too unsuitable for long hair and finally gave up with tears?

Talking about why I kept smelling the fragrance of Jian Xing's body.

Cheng Xinglin was puzzled by two things, and opened his eyes, ready to see what he looked like.

The moment he opened his eyes, Cheng Xinglin finally understood the source of the sea salt smell.

in the mirror.

Jian Xing was right behind him.

Holding a small lock of his long hair, staring into Cheng Xinglin's eyes in the mirror, he asked, "Can I try?"

·

no……

That is, it was obviously a wig, but Cheng Xinglin suddenly felt that his long hair was really being held, and Jian Xing asked if he could style it for him.

Cheng Xinglin froze. Before he could react, Miao Xiaoxiao said excitedly, "Try it!!"

Then he stuffed the hairspray, clips, and combs in his hand to Jian Xing, and started a kind of guidance.

Jianshen, as a great god who has broken into the IMO national competition, of course combing his hair - of course it is very problematic! ! !

IMO is to write questions by hand, which is to comb your hair by hand, which is far from it.

Although Miao Xiaoxiao has already guided very carefully.

But Jian Xing relied on his own strength to give Cheng Xinglin a wig directly to Huo Huo and turned it into a pickle.

It is still the kind of pickles that have been soaked in the old altar for more than a year, and are particularly sour.

Seeing Jian Xing pulling Cheng Xinglin's hair, Miao Xiaoxiao was terrified, and couldn't help saying, "Oh, you, it hurts so much!"

Cheng Xinglin looked up in the mirror and said seriously, "It's a wig, but it doesn't actually hurt."

"It's appeared!" Hearing these words, Pan Yangwen slapped his thigh excitedly.

Hang Yitong, who was beating the original god, was taken aback, and asked, "What happened?"

Pan Yangwen: "It's a situation where you defend him against injustice, and he backhands stuffs your dog food! In the whole world, no one can say that he is a bad senior! I live in such dire straits every day, do you understand?"

"...Brother." Hang Yitong said. "For the sake of helping me get Thor out of me, let me listen to my advice——Your suffering is most likely due to your cheap mouth."

Miao Xiaoxiao ate the dog food with tears in her eyes anyway.

But fortunately, Jian Xing is still a man, he sighed in frustration, and returned the comb to Miao Xiaoxiao: "I may not be able to do it this time, please help him to do it again, can you?"

"Yes, yes!" Seeing Jian Xing being wronged, Miao Xiaoxiao's heart was almost broken, "God Jian, don't be discouraged, just watch me do it again! If you can't learn it, we can train on weekends!"

Although I don't know why I need to train this.

But Jian Xing nodded.

Before standing aside to observe and study, Jian Xing picked up an imitation jade hairpin that Miao Xiaoxiao took from the table to make the overall shape.

He held it in his hand, and then carefully looked at Miao Xiaoxiao's makeup.

In front of a professional player like Miao Xiaoxiao, getting a hairstyle is completely easy.

She fixed the wig in threes and fives, and gave it to Cheng Xinglin to put it on and braid it.

Just when the makeup is about to be completed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the Hanfu Club.

Hang Yitong just finished a game, went to open the door - and found that outside was Luo Yueyue, who was out of breath.

Luo Yueyue ran over from nowhere, and became popular all over.

She pushed open the door and entered, picked up a glass of water on the table, and poured it down directly to catch her breath.

Cheng Xinglin looked at her: "Where did you go? How did you run like this?"

"I went to be a spy." Luo Yueyue said, "Brother Lin, let me tell you some bad news that I think is really bad."

·

...extremely bad news.

Cheng Xinglin's heart sank for a moment, but he remained calm on the surface: "Go ahead."

Jian Xing also turned his attention to Luo Yueyue.

"Hey, that bastard Xin Zhuo ran away just now, and then I followed him. I heard him talking to someone. He was saying that Brother Lin couldn't compare to him like this. He was about to give up, with a dejected look on his face."

"But the voice over there told him, you don't have to be sad, he——Cheng Xinglin is not that good, and he has already made second-hand arrangements. If you don't believe me, go to the music classroom to have a look."

Everyone is listening to Luo Yueyue carefully.

"Then I ran to the music classroom and took a look. I saw the principal, the Chinese teacher who was kicked out of the next class that day, the head of the English teaching and research team, and the teacher in the art class..."

Every time Luo Yueyue reported a person's name, the faces of the students in Class 27 present became gloomy.

But Pan Yangwen didn't understand at all: "No, so why is this bad news?"

Cheng Xinglin: "Because these teachers are the kind who really hate our class."

Some teachers hate the students in their classes.

Some teachers...in fact, they may have conflicts with You Huai or Mi Qing.

After all, the two of them live too freely and go their own way, and it is probably difficult not to arouse the jealousy or dissatisfaction of some people.

These are the judges for tonight.

It can be said that...

Put firecrackers on the forehead - a catastrophe is imminent.

"But there is another piece of good news." Luo Yueyue said.

Cheng Xinglin said, "Say it quickly."

Luo Yueyue: "The physics teacher in our class was also invited to participate in the review. I saw him sitting next to the teaching and research team leader."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Very good, that is, every time he asks for leave, he invites the physics teacher in his class.

That's "good news" indeed.

Hang Yitong didn't understand: "No, he teaches physics, what does it have to do with the art show?"

"Oh." Pan Yangwen knew, "Before he transferred to study physics, he seemed to be a tap dancer."

Hang Yitong: "...?" It's okay, he doesn't understand.

After the two of them finished saying this, the entire Hanfu club fell into silence—even the cross talk group, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't catch the current atmosphere.

Luo Yueyue also felt that she shouldn't have said this at this time.

She scratched her head, wanting to do something to remedy it.

But at this time, the door of the Hanfu Society was knocked again.

It's Wu Da.

Although he parted ways with Xin Zhuo, he was still in the student union and was in charge of the rally tonight.

Wu Da probed in: "Brother Lin, God Jane, are you ready? There are three more shows for you, and you have to go to the art building to wait."

Miao Xiaoxiao just gave Cheng Xing the last strand of hair to put on it.

Hearing this, her fingers trembled.

She saw that she had put out her best strength and had a nearly perfect hairstyle—she was ready, but was she really "ready"?

On the contrary, Cheng Xinglin was calmer.

He stood up, patted his Hanfu robe, and said to Wu Da: "Well, I'm ready."

After all, Cheng Xinglin glanced at Jian Xing, and Jian Xing knew how to go out with him.

Along the way, Cheng Xinglin walked very silently, with a heavy heart.

In fact, Cheng Xinglin knew a long time ago that this society is not a power-only society.

In the third year of junior high school, he also experienced unfair treatment many times.

Obviously what he can get with his ability, but in the end he gave it to others for various reasons.

This time, he had done his best to prepare.

but……

With such a configuration of judges, can he really pass this review?

Cheng Xinglin walked all the way in silence until he reached the tree-lined path under the old school building.

Hearing the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, Cheng Xinglin suddenly recalled that it was the same road yesterday afternoon, and Jian Xing gave him the school uniform.

Cheng Xinglin hesitated for a moment, and asked Jian Xing as if expecting something: "Senior."

"Ok?"

Cheng Xinglin: "Do you have a way...?"

In fact, Cheng Xinglin also felt that he was very weak.

He didn't know what happened to him either.

Usually, when encountering such a situation, he must have gritted his teeth and resisted.

But today, he just said such irrational words to Jian Xing.

When Jian Xing heard him say this, he was also stunned suddenly.

But it's not that he feels irrational or overpowering.

But...

If he remembered correctly, it seemed that this was the first time Cheng Xinglin asked him for help?

"I'm sorry." Cheng Xinglin immediately said, "I'm too strong, senior, please leave me alone, I just lost my mind, I—"

"It's difficult for a strong man?" Jian Xing interrupted Cheng Xinglin's words, he chuckled, looked at Cheng Xinglin, and asked, "Let's not say whether it is difficult or not."

"How do you know, I can't help it?"

·

Cheng Xinglin: "...?"

impossible? ? ?Isn't Jian Xing a superman? ? ?

It happened so suddenly, how could he do it? ? ?

Could it be that he, like running script, can also be indecisive about quantum mechanics? ? ?

Jian Xing didn't hide from the explanation, and pulled him to stand in the grove next to the art building.

Cheng Xinglin saw that the headmaster took advantage of the intermission to open up to the wind outside, holding a cigarette and refusing to smoke——a smoke-free campus, fined if caught, is very strict.

Cheng Xinglin didn't know why Jianxing dragged him here to watch the principal pretend to smoke.

But the next moment, a woman wearing a cheongsam and carrying a small string of pearls floated over leading a beautiful woman like a little fairy.

The principal took down the cigarette and said in surprise, "Mr. Yun, why are you here? Isn't your daughter sick?"

Yun Ruolan: "I just sent it home, and then I saw that there was still time, so I thought about it - cultural festival, as a cultural person, I should still participate in it, the principal doesn't mind if I come to rate the students too ?”

Principal: "I don't mind! Teacher Yun's professional level is even more powerful."

"Hey, Mr. Yun is like a tiger with wings added to the wings, so can I have a fight with the class too." Fairy Mi Qing pretended to cry and said to the principal.

"What nonsense, can I still not let you grade, it's cold outside, two teachers, go in quickly."

Cheng Xinglin couldn't understand the situation.

He poked Jian Xing and asked, "Why do I feel that the principal treats our little fairy Mi Qing quite... licking?"

"I don't know." Jian Xing said.

"Oh……"

Just as Cheng Xinglin was about to nod, he heard Jian Xing say, "Maybe it's because Little Fairy Mi Qing's brother donated a teaching building to the school."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

? ? ? ?

No wonder Fairy Mi Qing was able to dominate the grade group and maintain her vase personality.

But there is one thing to say, Mi Qing's professional ability in lecturing has passed the test, and I'm afraid I just don't want to delay shopping when I teach their classes.

But having said that, with Yun Ruolan and Mi Qing here, Cheng Xinglin really has nothing to be afraid of.

He just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go inside, but was pulled by Jian Xing.

"I haven't finished it yet." Jian Xing said.

...not yet, what else?

Cheng Xinglin was stopped by Jian Xing the next moment, the principal came out again.

This time the headmaster greeted Cheng Xinglin and their head teacher, You Huai, and a few men who You Huai brought over with polo shirts and casual pants, standard civil servants.

The principal greeted them, reported a series of teaching/committee job titles, and welcomed them in with a more licking gesture.

Greetings from the leaders of the education committee and the principal floated in the air.

For example——according to the quality of this event, the scope of this cultural festival may be expanded, and a self-indulgent cultural festival evening party may be turned into a city-wide one.

If possible, a group of leaders such as the mayor/mayor will be invited over...

However, it still depends on the quality. You can have that kind of fashionable singing and dancing, but you still need some innovative programs.

For example, I was actually very interested in listening to You Huai's talk about the skewered ancient poems.

Cheng Xinglin didn't know whether to laugh or cry—the ancient poems were skewered, so he might as well give his name.

But now, he was completely relieved - the leaders of the education committee were all after him, so there couldn't be any unfair grading.

Cheng Xinglin was completely relieved, and raised his foot to go, but just as he raised his foot, he suddenly stopped and looked at Jian Xing.

Jian Xing asked: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Xinglin asked cautiously: "It's just... I always feel like it's not over yet. Is there any other arrangement?"

Jane shook her head with a smile.

Cheng Xinglin heaved a sigh of relief.

It’s okay, it’s okay, otherwise it would be too unscientific.

Jian Xing: "There are indeed other arrangements."

Cheng Xinglin: "...??? Why did the senior shake his head just now?"

Jian Xing: "My neck is sore, I want to shake it."

...The senior has changed!

Do you think seniors were not like this before? ? ?

But Cheng Xinglin still looked forward to the road leading to the art building.

He didn't have to wait long until the principal came out to pick up the third group of people—some with DSLRs, media bags, and even laptops.

"Why is there still media???" Cheng Xinglin was really shocked this time.

"Because Teacher Yun and I both think your program is very suitable for launch." Jian Xing said, "Mr. Yun has won awards, and now the goal is to want a popular program. I hope you will be popular. So I contacted some The media is here."

"But." Jian Xing turned his head and looked at Cheng Xinglin, "Whether to push or not, how to push, in fact, it still depends on your performance tonight."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Less than 10 minutes ago, Cheng Xinglin thought that this challenge was "how to get a teacher who hates him to pass his own program".

Now his challenge becomes—to perform perfectly, to get the Board of Education to agree to upgrade the school gala, and to get the media to agree to promote their gala to the whole country, or even the world? ? ?

This difficulty factor.

It simply soared.

Cheng Xinglin wasn't nervous at all: "Don't worry, I won't disappoint the senior's hard work."

Seeing his firm look, Jian Xing couldn't help laughing.

Under the dim white street lights, Cheng Xinglin stood in the verdant forest, making him even more elegant and beautiful.

Such a noble and beautiful person.

It just shouldn't be buried.

To be noticed by the whole school, to be seen by more people.

In Jian Xing's hand, he picked up the hosta that had been hovering in Cheng Xinglin's hand since the beginning of his hairstyle.

Holding up the hairpin, Jian Xing said, "Go to the spotlight and shine."

Jian Xing raised his hand, and inserted the transparent fake hosta into Cheng Xinglin's hairstyle.

At this point, the entire makeup is finally complete.

He looked at Cheng Xinglin and said seriously, "I know you can do it."