Chapter 379

Luo Yangyang's answer seemed to surprise Miss Huang. She frowned slightly:

"Is this your deliberate choice?"

Ninety nine percent of the students in the film academy come for fame and wealth.

After taking the performance class for so many years, she hasn't seen any students who are really indifferent to fame and wealth.

Luo Yangyang has made the first shot with "the fate of immortals". She has a strong background and backstage blessing. In addition, she has good acting skills and advantages.

She wants to be popular and go on in this circle. Now it seems that her future is bright.

This temptation is put on the students in the performance class she is now taking. No student will miss such a great opportunity.

Can Luo Yangyang just refuse her kindness?

"Yes. I prefer to sit in front of the computer and write my own story rather than performing in front of the camera."

Luo Yangyang's answer was not urgent or slow, but had a firm touch of toughness.

She always knows what she wants for her study and future planning.

Mr. Huang also moved with emotion and reasoned to persuade Luo Yangyang a few words, but they were politely rejected by Luo Yangyang.

Teacher Huang had no choice but to give up his advice temporarily and have a chance to talk to Luoyang another day.

When Luo Yangyang entered the classroom, she found that her classmates looked at her differently.

She didn't study deeply. She quickly looked around the ladder classroom. After finding youyou's position, she went to her and sat down.

"Why don't you even send a microblog these days?" As soon as luoyangyang sat down, youyou whispered eagerly, "there are so many Aite and mine on your microblog that your fans can't find you. They all poured into my microblog, so that I didn't dare to bubble online!"

Youyou is a little helpless. Her private microblog is about to become a gathering place for fans in Luoyang.

"I don't want to be a star, so I have to keep a low profile. I'll bubble again after the popularity of the film goes off the assembly line."

Luo Yang answered naturally.

Now it's a little hot to take advantage of microblogging.

This is not in the same way as her later life plan.

"Since you don't want to be a star, why did you play the female number one of the fate of immortals?" You said angrily.

"It's hard to say. The past can't be recalled. Don't mention it again." Luo Yangyang himself was helpless.

Things are already like this. It's meaningless to tangle with the previous wrong decisions.

Seeing that Luo Yangyang didn't want to talk about this, she immediately changed the topic.

"By the way, didn't we discuss that the black rose on the Cape forum was Wei Zhitong? Just now, Shang Yiran was su fan's male classmate. He wrote to me on his microblog that Wei Zhitong seemed to have dropped out of school."

You you looked around and saw that not many people paid attention to her and Luo Yangyang, so he attached to Luo Yangyang's ear and whispered.

"Quit school? What's going on?" Luo Yang asked reflexively.

Sophomore year is coming to an end, and I'm going to be a junior soon. What kind of school do I quit at this time?

"I don't know the situation. Shang Yiran told me that. He also said that Wei Zhitong hadn't gone to school for several days."

You you shook her head, indicating that she didn't know the details.

Luo Yangyang's eyebrows jumped, and he couldn't help thinking of canonization and Wei Zhitong. Won't it also have something to do with him?

You you actually guessed something. She's also very concerned about things on the Internet these days.

Wei Zhitong happened at this time. The post was deleted and people dropped out of school.

You you looked at Yang Yang and looked a little stunned. He looked at the side face of the book with fixed eyes and knew that the other party was distracted again.

All day long, Luo Yangyang was in no mood for class.

When she got home that night, after dinner, she took the initiative to run to the canonized study.

Feng Sheng sat at his desk and worked at his desk. Luo Yangyang walked across from him and half lay on the table.

Her two bright and clear eyes were fixed and consecrated: "I want to ask you something."