The rehearsal took place in the small theater in the performance department building. The stage was small and barely large enough. There were dozens and hundreds of students sitting on the rows of red seats on the stage. Some were audience members and some were actors who were about to go on stage for the rehearsal.

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance~"

"Tell you goodbye~"

"Because I might never see you again~"

On the stage, a female classmate was singing the song "Goodbye" by Zhang Chenyue. The relaxed and happy rhythm contained deep feelings, and also aroused the chorus of the audience. Lu Zimo and several classmates from the photography department were taking pictures and recording.

Mao Chongya, who was standing next to him, saw Gao Yun coming and handed him a piece of paper.

"This is the new program list. Wen Qi and I removed all the programs that did not fit the theme of this party and asked them to change the songs and dances around the theme of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new."

Gao Yun reviewed it and nodded: "Yes, let's do it like this, work hard, and let Chen Wenqi be the Minister of Literature and Art in the next election of the student union of your school."

Other students were watching the program attentively, and there were many cadres of the student union beside them. Mao Zhongya, who was appointed by default, was a little nervous and guilty, and whispered: "This...is not good, right?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Gao Yunxin said that he is already a sophomore, but he has never seen the style of the shady academy in the capital?

At Nortel now, Secretary Qian of the Party Committee is the eldest, President and Deputy Secretary of the Party Committee Hu Feng is the second eldest, and I, the President of the Student Union, am the third eldest. All other teachers and students have to listen to me. You don’t know this?

"This is for the viewing effect of the "Student Union" mini-series, and also to better show the beautiful side of Nortel. As the face of Nortel, the acting department is entrusted with important responsibilities in the student union. This is recognized by the school leaders

Especially you, Wen Qi and Zifeng, they are all my key training targets."

"oh."

Mao Chongya whispered: "That's right, thank you, Chairman, for your cultivation."

"You're welcome."

Gao Yun waved his hand: "I have all signed the contract. If I don't train you, who will I train? Learn from Wenqi, she will never be polite to me." Speaking of this, he subconsciously looked for Xiao Fujiang and said strangely:

"Hey, where is she? Isn't she, the deputy director of the Ministry of Literature and Art, coming to the program rehearsal? And Zifeng, I remember Erfeng also has a program."

Mao Chongya glanced behind Gao Yun and seemed to be suppressing a smile.

It turned out that Chen Wenqi and Zhang Zifeng had already sneaked up behind Mr. Gao, their movements were uniform, and they were curled up and crouching. When he turned around, they both bared their teeth and claws to pretend to be fierce, and made strange noises in an attempt to scare him.

.

"ah!"

"ha!"

"..."

Gao Yun was really frightened for 0.001 seconds, and even almost wanted to sweep him over with a whip kick, but he didn't show it at all. He was unusually calm, and even if he wanted to laugh, he couldn't control it. When he saw the two little girls, he

He looked disappointed because his plan failed and smiled wantonly.

"That's it?! That's it?!"

Chen Wenqi muttered: "No reaction at all? I suspect your forehead has been removed!"

Zhang Zifeng also complained: "I'm afraid he's not a fool, he looks like a villain in a Japanese anime."

"Want to scare me? Go back and practice for another hundred years!"

Gao Yun smiled disdainfully, stretched out his hand and hit each of them on the forehead very quickly. Seeing Zifeng crying out in pain and almost crying, and Wenqi grinding her teeth in anger, he was very angry.

It's hard to explain how I feel at this moment.

It's plain yet warm, speechless yet romantic, and mixed with brilliant and cute little scares.

Like lemonade in the morning, like white porcelain plum soup in midsummer, it is beautiful anyway.
Chapter completed!