After sending the email, I saw a hot search on Weibo #SY once again won the world-class online competition championship#. Wen Qiao clicked on the video of SY winning the online competition and saw that SY’s avatar was a black eucalyptus leaf.
Eucalyptus leaves, the flower language is gift. This SY seems to be very low-key. He has not appeared in public since winning the championship, and has not opened a Weibo account.
Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows. It had nothing to do with her, so she opened her email.
She received a strange email in her mailbox, all in English, from the world-class piano master Mr. Vincent, saying that his world tour concert would be held in Haicheng on July 9, and he sincerely invited her to perform on the same stage.
Wen Qiao sighed lightly. The scams these days are really endless. He simply closed the email and ignored it.
It was still raining outside the window. She got up and walked to Wen Chi and Wen Mo's rooms opposite. Wen Chi was rewriting the test paper, while Wen Mo was playing the Minesweeper game on the desktop computer.
Wen Qiao walked over, sat down at the table, and tilted her head to look at her brother: "Xiao Mo, did you really win our computers and cell phones in the lottery?"
Wen Mo looked at her with clear eyes and nodded.
“All of them won the prize by forwarding the Weibo?”
Wen Mo nodded again.
"Where's the Weibo post you forwarded? Let me see it."
Wen Mo obediently took out his mobile phone, clicked on his homepage, typed in the word "lottery", and after filtering, several Weibo posts popped up. Sure enough, they were all lottery posts he forwarded, and there were also winning records. Some people sent him private messages asking for his address so that he could deliver the prizes.
Maybe her brother really has the physique of a koi fish.
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "Xiao Chi, if there is anything he doesn't know, you can give him some guidance, okay?"
Wen Mo still nodded obediently.
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Xu Lu and Zhao Tong sat opposite each other by the window in the cafe.
Zhao Tong: "I heard that Zhuang Yan's violin, which was worth a million dollars, was broken by him. The soundboard and belly were cracked. It is probably going to be scrapped."
"Didn't his father buy it for him at Sotheby's? He has always treasured it. How come it is fine..."
Zhao Tong was somewhat proud: "I heard that it was Wen Qiao who made him angry."
Xu Lu, however, felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy. There is love and there is hate. The fact that Wen Qiao could affect Zhuang Yan's emotions to such a great extent, does it also mean that Zhuang Yan cares about Wen Qiao very much in his heart
She was distracted and took two sips of coffee.
"Oh, by the way, on July 9th, Master Vincent will be touring in Haicheng. My dad gave me two VIP tickets. Let's go and watch it together. After the show, we can go backstage and take a photo with the master."
Xu Lu then forced a smile: "Okay."
Zhao Tong said contemptuously: "Those who play the pipa, guqin, and erhu can only form teams and appear at weddings and funerals, haha..."
Xu Lu finally showed a smile of superiority again.
Yes, even if Wen Qiao successfully entered the Central Conservatory of Music, to be honest, folk music is still at the bottom of the food chain. What can she change by herself
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Fu Nanli's recovery ability was amazing. After staying in the hospital for two days, he asked to be discharged.
Uncle Li knew this gentleman's temper. If he said to be discharged from the hospital, then he should be discharged. He had a family doctor at home anyway.
As he packed his things, he said, "Madam, that is, your mother, is now in Zurich, dealing with business matters. As for your grandfather, he has always been quite critical of you being a pilot. The old man has a bad temper. When you get home, go and say hello to him first. I didn't tell him about the car accident, so as not to worry him."
(End of this chapter)