Chapter 1106 Sister Nian gets spoiled and her boyfriend is full of power
The practice room rented by Song Tian happened to be on the third floor. The green creepers filled the walls. When the windows were opened, the breeze was blowing, bringing coolness.
After Song Tian opened the window, she put down her bag, took out the soft dancing shoes from the bag, raised her head, and said to the girl with embarrassment: "That Qiao Nian, I'm sorry."
After the girl came in, she drastically left her bag aside and went straight to try the electronic piano. The black and white keys played the ding-dong sound in her hands. She frowned and seemed unsatisfied, so she stepped aside and put her arms around her chest. , Resting his chin with his cold white hand, looking at the electronic piano on the shelf as if thinking.
After a full minute, Qiao Nian walked back again, using one hand to adjust the timbre button on the left side of the keyboard.
She was extremely simple and neat throughout the whole process. When she heard Song Tian talking to herself, she raised her head incomprehensibly and said casually: "What?"
Seeing her beautiful and excessive eyes looking at herself, Song Tian suddenly didn't know how to put her hands and feet, her earlobes were reddened again, she clutched the trousers, and whispered, "I don't know there is no air conditioner here. I only found out when I came in. Will you be hot? If it is hot, we will change..."
The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is notoriously poor!
Up to the professor, down to the department, they are very poor.
This time, the two of them participated in the opening ceremony on behalf of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and the department had already allocated a large amount of funds to them.
But Song Tian did not expect that prices in Beijing are so expensive.
She got the money and found this practice room after searching the Internet for a long time last night. Although it is far from the school, the price is the cheapest and there is no need to line up.
She thought that she had found it cheap, and she had boasted about it with her classmates in the group. Who knew that cheap was not good, and she didn’t have air conditioning.
It's pretty hot in August.
She doesn’t care about herself.
Shuangjiang City was originally called Stove City. She is used to the hot summer weather. Although Beijing City is hot in summer, it is much cooler than Shuangjiang City.
She doesn’t care, but I’m sorry to hurt Qiao Nian. After all, Qiao Nian didn’t need to be on stage. She said she needed an accompaniment and she was supported by others.
Song Tian thought about the living expenses she had just arrived on, and then she looked at the girl’s porcelain-white profile. She bit her teeth and decided to go all out and be generous: "If you feel hot, let’s change a place. I know there are more near National Tsing Hua University. It’s a practice room, but it’s approaching the opening ceremony. There should be a lot of people going there to practice. We may have to wait in line to go there."
Qiao Nian originally thought she was going to say something to herself, and waited patiently for her to finish, his eyes raised slightly, and he took off the peak cap casually and threw it aside, arrogantly and arrogantly: "No need to change."
"Huh?" Song Tian touched her ears embarrassedly: "You don't have to accommodate me..."
After the last meal, some boys in the group discussed privately that the college entrance examination champions in their department were good at everything, but they were too cold and looked difficult to get along with.
She herself thinks that Qiao Nian is very easy to get along with. Aside from the gangstery impression that the girls give to others, they were able to occupy the box after Qiao Nian was in the Hai Cui Pavilion before.
"It's not to accommodate you." Qiao Nian turned his wrist, moved the muscles and bones that hadn't been moved for a long time, in a casual tone, but inexplicably pampered: "I think this place is very good, quiet, no one bothers."
Qiao Nian's black eyes looked at it, smiled, and relaxed his shoulders: "And isn't there a fan here?"
(End of this chapter)