The Boss Lost His Memory And Only Remembers Me

Chapter 101: Is it necessary for folk music department to exist?

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Wen Qiao quickened his pace: "Wait here for me, I'll take mine to the dormitory and then come to help you."

After saying that, he ran away.

Lu Youyou held onto the railing and said, "My dear Qiao, can you please have some awareness of being a great beauty? Your beauty, which could have made kings in ancient times play tricks on their lords by lighting beacons, should be admired by everyone."

After a while, Wen Qiao came back and helped her carry the suitcase with one hand and the bedding with the other. Lu Youyou followed behind and shouted, "Let me carry one."

"It's okay, I'll be there."

Following behind him were Zhao Tong and Xu Lu, each holding a glass of frappuccino. Zhao Tong sneered, "Did you see that? There's not even anyone to help carry your luggage, and you're still frowning every day because of Wen Qiao. The Department of Traditional Chinese Music is in a precarious situation, like a candle in the wind. Who knows, one day Wen Qiao might just shut down the department and she'll just go home."

Only then did Xu Lu smile a little.

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There are four people in the dormitory, Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou, another girl with short hair and a neutral style is making the bed, and there is a lolita-style girl wearing Hanfu who looks a little timid.

Lu Youyou was very outgoing and introduced herself. The girl with short hair was called Lin Xiang, who played the flute, and the girl with a lolita style was called Chun Xiao, who played the drums.

Wen Qiao called Fu Nanli, but the phone was turned off. His flight was at five o'clock in the afternoon, and this seemed to be the last assessment. After passing the assessment, he could return to the position of captain.

Wen Qiao stared at the two million in his account, feeling distressed.

If she spends another two million on him, will he give her four million in return

She has it so hard.

"Too much!" Lu Youyou suddenly shouted indignantly, and Wen Qiao was attracted by her.

"what happened again?"

"The school forum initiated a vote on whether to close the folk music department. Currently, 96% of the votes are in favor of closing the folk music department, and only 4% voted against closing the folk music department."

[Is there a need for the folk music department?]

[No, we were able to recruit 100 students last year, but this year we only have 38. I found out that at least 20 of them want to transfer to another department.]

[Just for 38 students, opening so many classes and hiring so many professors, isn’t this a waste of resources?]

[I heard that the Chinese Music Department of Haiyin only accepted a single-digit number of students, and is currently adjusting. It is very likely that the Chinese Music Department will not be offered next year.]

Lu Youyou stamped her feet in anger: "If even the Central Conservatory of Music closes its folk music department, then folk music will really be over."

Wen Qiao took the pipa out of the case and wiped it gently and carefully: "The Chinese Music Department won't close it, don't worry."

Lin Xiang tightly grasped the flute in his hand: "It won't be turned off."

In the next dormitory, Zhao Tong scrolled through her phone and said, "Lulu, let's quickly contribute to the vote to shut down the folk music department. Cast your vote."

Xu Lu clicked on the school forum and cast a vote in favor of closing the folk music department.

It seems that she doesn't need to deal with Wen Qiao.

Many people want her to get out.

Students from other departments all felt that the folk music department lowered the overall level of the school, and they all wanted Wen Qiao and other people who played the pipa and erhu to get out of the school.

The vote was treated very seriously, with the matter being brought to the attention of the student union and even the school board.

All students except those in the Department of Traditional Chinese Music felt that it was a waste of public resources to set up a formal department just for thirty-eight students.

The president strongly opposed the closure of the folk music department.

However, this school is not a one-man show by the principal. There is a board of directors within the school and all the directors vote on the decisions.

(End of this chapter)