The two quarrels in a state of intense heat, which has long attracted the attention of the girls in front of them, especially the two "Top Ten Beauty of Tea Schools" and "Two Beauties of Radio Schools" that have always been praised by Tan Qingkai, and all of them turned around and looked around.

Those who were named Yan Luohan and Guo Yuyan looked very familiar. Isn’t it just a girl named Song Baojun who was ridiculed in the downstairs of the girls’ dormitory of the Radio Academy during his first morning exercise? No wonder he was so beautiful.

Seeing Yan Luohan frowning slightly, his expression seemed to be disdainful, as if he was saying: "Why is this man overestimating his abilities and quarreling with the most handsome boy in the Foreign Languages ​​Academy?" Could the other girls, who were looking at the handsome men with a burning look, were somewhat hostile to Song Baojun.

Someone murmured in a low voice: "Is that person really stupid or fake stupid? If you want to compete with Qu Jingsen to play the piano, I think his brain must be burned out."

Another girl with freckles said, "Hehe, look at him, how can he compare to Qu Jingsen? If you want me to say, Qu Jingsen is so handsome! He is more beautiful than a woman, even if I ask me to pay for all his wealth and his... I am willing to do so."

If it were usual, Qu Jingsen had long been indifferent to such so-called praise words. He had heard a lot of similar words, just that. But today, when he heard those girls so crazy that they could not help themselves, Qu Jingsen was so proud that he even pushed his chest hard, and the provocation was very obvious.

What a sissy, you dare to show off in front of me!

Song Baojun became hot and replied with his neck in his arms, "Just compare! I'm afraid of you?"

"Okay, what you said." Qu Jingsen put his hands in his pockets and said super coolly: "The gambling game must have a lottery. I wonder what classmate Song Baojun is willing to bet with me?"

Song Baojun was extremely regretful as soon as he spoke. He knew that this competition would definitely be a loss, so he had to start thinking about the way to cure it. His eyes rolled and found that Liu Xiyue was very gloating and said, "Since Liu Xiyue proposed the bet game, let's use her to bet."

I thought to myself that as long as I lost, I could claim that I had no feeling about Liu Xiyue and that I was deliberately letting go so that I could find a way for myself.

"What? You bet just bet, why are you pulling me?" Liu Xiyue frowned.

Song Baojun said to himself: "The winner gets a kiss from Liu Xiyue, and the loser watches the whole process of Liu Xiyue giving the kiss, and also gives the winner applause. What do you think?"

Qu Jingsen was overjoyed: God, it turns out that you are not my rival, but Cupid sent by God. He hurriedly replied: "Okay, okay, no problem! That's it!" Looking at the happy look, it seemed that you were sure to win, the beauty in your arms, and the jade lips in your mouth.

Liu Xiyue was unhappy and snorted: "Hey, have you ever considered me without my consent..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Baojun pointed at her nose and shouted, "Shut up, you're just a bet, no one cares about your feelings."

Liu Xiyue was so angry that she almost wanted to jump up and fight him.

Song Baojun turned a blind eye to Liu Xiyue's face and said, "Okay, since the bet itself has no objection, it will be decided. When we go up and play the piano later, whoever gets the most recognition will win, the rule is very simple."

Qu Jingsen sat down with a smile and said, "Okay, I hope you will applaud more enthusiastically when watching the kissing process."

More and more students came in, and there were not enough seats in front and they squeezed into the back.

There was a woman who made Song Baojun lit up, and even Qu Jingsen couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The woman was about 26 or 27 years old, about 1.7 meters tall, with beautiful appearance and long hair. She was wearing an orange-red suspender lace shirt, revealing her slippery shoulders, and a pair of tight water-milled jeans with white high-heeled sandals. She was dressed casually. Although the Mid-Autumn Festival was over and the coolness was obvious, women were born to love beauty. As long as they were dressed beautifully, they would care about the cold and cold weather?

Under the decent outfit, the figure is convex and convex, especially the tall chest, and the swaying walking, which is particularly eye-catching. The whole body exudes a mature and sexy charm, and a charming atmosphere pours out in every move. How can the young temperament of the school girl just grew up?

Everyone also said that the woman was a faculty member of the college, but she didn't expect her to walk straight to the back of the classroom and sat behind Song Baojun. She took out a notebook from her carry-on bag and spread it on the table, posing as she was preparing to listen to the class.

Sitting next to each other, the fragrance of the woman floated to Song Baojun's nose, like the fragrance of orchids and musk, light and elegant, which was fundamentally different from the fragrance of white sandalwood on Liu Xiyue, but it was also fascinating.

Tan Qingkai was itchy all over. After thinking for a long time, he turned around and squeezed out the brightest smile of his life and said, "Sister, sister, are you here to listen to the class too?" This conversation was precious to him. He would stutter when he talked to a girl. The elder sister could make Tan Qingkai, who was suffering from social phobia, speak on his own initiative, and his charm was beyond imagination.

"Oh, yes." The woman smiled faintly, her face showed her charming glory, lowered her head to observe the contents of the notebook, and ignored him.

Tan Qingkai was almost stunned and opened his mouth and said, "Then, that..." He couldn't say anything else, but he could only turn back his face in disappointment.

At this time, the classroom suddenly became quiet, and the girls chattering no longer whispered, and turned their eyes toward the door. It turned out that Tu Fen, the instructor of this class, and several leaders of the music academy were standing outside the door.

Several media reporters were waiting outside the door with cameras, but were not allowed to come in to shoot due to special reasons.

Tu Fen is elegant and elegant, wearing a pair of gold wire glasses. She is nearly fifty years old. Because she is dressed properly and maintained properly, she looks less than forty years old. She stood at the door and said a few words to the leader and walked up to the podium.
Chapter completed!