Chapter 74

As the two groups collected the information of brown bear, the fourth station came to an end.

People still have their own itineraries to catch up with and go their separate ways at the airport.

After saying goodbye to them, Fenglan is on her way home.

In addition to the 24-hour circulation of Jiang'an series changed to "guardian of home", everything is as usual.

The mother-in-law was so happy that she said, "Oh, my, it's so good to see us on TV. You see that Tibetan girl's clothes are the most beautiful Zhuoma in the grassland. "

"Well, it's prettier than a female star." My father-in-law nodded in agreement.

"Mom, why is there only one episode? I still want to see it. " Fishing in the Yangtze River is a direct reminder.

Feng Lanchu looks at them in a funny way and doesn't know what to say.

I thought my family was exaggerating enough, but I almost surprised her at school.

In the past, the secluded College of biology was deserted, but today it is full of all kinds of students. As soon as the students saw the wind haze, they lost control and screamed

"Ah, goddess!"

"Great pride!"

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At the beginning of the wind and haze, I don't know how to react.

"Miss Feng, I like you so much. I'm after your show. "

"Mr. Feng, can I shake hands with you?" As soon as the voice fell, the girl immediately grabbed her hand and was excited. My husband and I shook hands indirectly! "

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The wind haze beginning one face confuses forces, only wants to ask the husband is who.

"Teacher Feng, can you help me take care of my son? Tell him to study hard now and make progress every day. "

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At the beginning of the wind, who is the son?

"Teacher Feng, can you ask for my signature?"

"Teacher Feng, can you give me a hug?"

"Teacher Feng, I'm different from them. I don't chase stars, I chase you!"

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"Yes, yes, I am your forever fan!"

！！！

The enthusiasm of the children caught wind LAN unprepared at the beginning, and ran as fast as they could.

It's hard to make complaints about the situation.

"I'm scared to death."

Just finished, a white coat appeared in front of her, which made her jump back immediately.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Feng. It's me."

Feng Lan's first glance is Professor Wang Bingbing from the next department.

"I thought it was the children," she said with a sigh of relief

Wang Bingbing smirked and coughed, "I've watched your program, which is very meaningful and good-looking. No wonder the children are enthusiastic."

"Where, where, I'm just a foil."

"By the way, our school has set up your fan support club, and all the teachers and students have joined in."

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"But I don't know how to play Weibo. I've only signed in for three days in your Chaohua."

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The wind haze beginning one face confuses forces "Teacher Wang, actually big... Does not need."

"No, you're our big face. What's your microblog account? "

"I don't play microblog," Feng Lan said

"Is that so?" Wang Bingbing is very surprised. After all, young people don't play microblog. He is an academic otaku, and he has a number to say.

"Or... Let me apply for one for you."

"No, No." "I'm not used to microblogging," Feng Lanchu said

Besides, she didn't plan to enter the performing arts circle. She didn't care about running her own business card.

When Wang Bingbing saw her like this, he couldn't do it any more. "By the way, how long will this program be recorded?"

"There should be another month."

It's not convenient for Feng Lanchu to say more. After all, it involves the confidentiality agreement of the program group.

In fact, there was the last recording.

A total of five stations, each station points up and down, three months broadcast.