As soon as Han Xin finished speaking, she learned that Lan Doudou had named two names, Wang Xiaohui went over to queue up again.

Jiang Yue realized that the master didn't want to be compared by Lan Doudou, and wanted to learn dance to improve his personal temperament. He said laughed and crying: "My master has gone to pay the money again. I knew I wouldn't invite her, so it seemed like I was killing a familiar person."

The master spent more than 10,000 yuan, and Han Xin was a little disgusted, but he couldn't take the initiative to refund the money for Xu Linlin. He could only smile bitterly: "When the time comes, let Linlin teach them well, give them some extra classes."

"I'm worried that my master and your master will start fighting as you jump."

"Where do they want to go, they will definitely not fight. They will only learn faster and jump better than who can learn better."

As he was talking, a WeChat message came from his mobile phone.

Click to see, it turned out that it was Mr. Han who sent a link, and the Provincial Health Commission announced the first confirmed case in Jiangnan Province!

About "**", it is no longer a rumor.

Scientists have developed that it is not the age of the past, but a new type of coronavirus, which is a new type of coronavirus after infection.

Beihu Province added 72 new cases, Hanwu City announced that 15 medical staff were infected, and the World Health Organization said that human-to-human transmission may continue...

But all this is too far away for Linghai and even the people in Binjiang. Now it is a meal, dance, and it will be opened. The only difference from the previous few days is that there are more people who follow the Internet. It can be said that the epidemic in Hanwu has become a topic of conversation for people after dinner.

Han Xin looked at it and replied "received". Thinking about it, he felt it was impolite, so he held up his cell phone and took a photo and sent it over to tell his dad that the dance school was recruiting students.

Mr. Han always sent a rumor that he didn't know where he saw it, or sent a or two chicken soup posts, which Jiang Yue had been accustomed to.

In fact, Jiang’s father and mother also have this hobby, making it look like they are well-informed and very meticulous.

I don’t usually click to read it, and sometimes I don’t even bother to reply to “received”, so I just return my expression and pass it perfunctorily.

However, when it comes to ****, she suddenly felt a little worried and couldn't help asking: "Husband, do you think it will be transmitted to us? If it is transmitted to us, will this training be successful?"

Han Xin doesn't surf the Internet very much and doesn't care much about these things.
Chapter completed!