"The old man insisted that I play the piano, and I hate that piano. I just want to piss him off."
Yeah, very straightforward.
After seeing off the big Buddha, Lu Youyou felt a little sad: "The Yu family made their fortune in shipping during the Republic of China. I heard that the pirates in those dangerous straits dared not rob the Yu family's merchant ships when they saw them. Qiao, this young lady came from a den of bandits."
Wen Qiao spread his hands: "It has personality, I like it."
Lu Youyou wanted to cry but had no tears: "Woman, you are playing with...fire."
Wen Qiao: "We have six people in our club now. I think that's enough."
Lu Youyou thought that probably no one else would come.
The news spread quickly.
The most hotly discussed post in the forum was the one about recruiting for the folk music club.
The title is sensational—[Weirdo Alliance, stick together for warmth!! Folk Music Club is recruiting new members!!]
When the ridicule from all directions came overwhelming.
Wen Qiao and his friends had a dinner together at a barbecue restaurant behind the school.
Dong Yao and Yu Shu showed respect and came. It was drizzling outside. Chun Xiao poured some liquor for them and said, "This is our first meeting. Let's have a toast."
Everyone is here.
But the atmosphere was… not so good.
Dong Yao was gloomy and didn't say a word. Yu Shu didn't look like a pianist at all. He had a very hot temper and could drink two bottles of liquor by himself.
Lu Youyou took great pains to deal with several people with very different personalities, and was so exhausted that she almost died on the spot.
After the dinner, the president, Lu Youyou, was a little drunk. Wen Qiao stopped at the door of the convenience store and said to Lin Xiang and Chun Xiao, "Take her back first. I'll buy her a box of milk to sober her up."
When she bought the milk and walked out of the convenience store, her way was blocked by someone. When she looked up, she saw an unfamiliar boy standing in front of her holding a large black umbrella.
"Excuse me."
She said coldly.
"I don't think you need to get involved with such a group of weirdos." The man spoke to himself.
Wen Qiao frowned slightly: "Who are you?"
"If you want, you can join the student union. You can choose from several popular departments in the student union."
Wen Qiao: “I don’t want to.”
Very neat and clear.
The boy's face darkened: "Wen Qiao, do you really have to degenerate like this?"
Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "If you think this is self-degradation, yes, I particularly like this kind of self-degradation."
After saying that, he walked around the boys and trotted all the way to the dormitory, muttering, "Who is it? I don't understand."
The figure disappeared from sight, and a voice came from behind, "Brother, who are you talking to?"
Zhao Tong and Xu Lu appeared in front of the boys arm in arm.
The boy is Liang Chen, the president of the Central Conservatory of Music Student Union, and also Zhao Tong’s cousin.
Liang Chen forced a smile: "No one."
He has always been good at judging people and knows that Wen Qiao has great potential. If the school must produce a representative student, Wen Qiao would undoubtedly be the most suitable one. He is already a junior, and the position of student union president will be handed over to someone else in his senior year. The candidate he has chosen is Wen Qiao.
Unfortunately, the little girl was very arrogant and ignored the olive branch he extended.
He naturally had a way to make the little girl compromise.
Zhao Tong then took Xu Lu's arm and walked towards the dormitory, naturally gloating over the fact that there were so many weirdos in the folk music club.
"Those are just some weirdos that popular clubs don't accept. The folk music club has become a garbage collection place. Tsk tsk, Wen Qiao even has this habit."
Xu Lu felt somewhat proud. Even though Wen Qiao had gained some popularity at the beginning of the school year and had posed a certain threat to her during the school beauty selection, the Department of Traditional Chinese Music was a hopeless case, and this was a foregone conclusion.
Everything Wen Qiao is doing now is in vain.
The harder Wen Qiao worked, the happier she was, but it was all in vain.
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