Chapter 1110： The reporter is here too

Chapter 1110 The reporter is also here

On August 30, the weather in Beijing was fine and cloudless.

The opening ceremony was held in the Great Hall of National Taiwan University. Early in the morning, all kinds of luxury cars with Beijing license plates drove into the campus.

Compared with these millions of luxury cars, some domestically produced cars that look low-key and introverted are actually more eye-catching, because when you look at the license plate number, the license plate does not start with 00, or is a serial number or several license plates with the same number. Don't worry about this kind of car. How much is the price of the car itself, ordinary people are definitely not qualified to drive.

Liang Conglin led the National National Taiwan University team to receive guests at the entrance of the Great Hall.

The annual opening ceremony of National Tsing Hua University in addition to elites from all walks of life will come to participate in the face of the face, but also some media.

However, the anniversary of the Centennial Academy is different from the ordinary entertainment feast. Most of the media that can get the qualification for interview have some official background. Anyway, the ordinary entertainment tabloid is definitely not eligible to participate.

Wen Ziyu went early, and there was a person in the 3306 bedroom with him, and Fu Ge was also there, and went with him.

Everyone is a big-spirited boy, quarreling is a quarrel, different from girls pulling their hair, and it’s over after a quarrel, and no one has to make it difficult for anyone, or engage in small movements of huddling and squeezing out.

"Wen Shao." Zhou Yang walked fast, walked quickly over to climb Wen Ziyu's shoulders, smiled and winked his eyes: "I heard that your goddess will also be on stage today. Wouldn't you do it for...huh? Your goddess Qiao is just for... Get us up early in the morning to grab a spot, right?"

Wen Ziyu was ridiculed by him and made a big blush, kicked him over, and hummed in anger: "Why are you so much nonsense? As a member of National Tsing Hua University, I can't support the school celebration?"

Zhou Yang smiled, twisted his waist and avoided his kicking kick, looking at him with an expression of ‘don’t pretend, we all know’.

It has long been said on the Internet that this year’s school celebration Jiangli is coming. Jiangli is the top class in the world and has a lot of fans among the girls at National Tsing Hua University.

There is no shortage of spectators for this year’s school celebration.

A lot of girls posted early posts in the school forums calling for getting up early to grab a spot, so as to save time when they can’t enter the stadium without a spot.

In previous years, Shao Wen had no interest at all during the school celebrations. He was absent every year and never came every year.

I got up at 8 o’clock in the morning this year, washing my hair and looking for clothes, it was glamorous. I called them to come out together early in the morning. I was afraid that I would not be able to occupy a position and I would miss the performance of his goddess on stage. ...

Wen Ziyu went to Qiao Nian, no one in the bedroom knew this ‘secret’.

"I heard that this year's Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is performing a solo dance. I don't know what it is." Zhou Yang tilted his head, remembering to say.

"Who knows." Wen Ziyu was absent-minded, not very interested: "I'll know it after reading it."

Zhou Yang saw that he was unsettled, moved his lips and finally did not disappoint, telling him that the clinical department is coming this year, and Jiang Xianrou will also do a dance, don’t crash, his goddess overturned on the spot, it was embarrassing!

Fu Ge wears casual clothes today. The white T-shirt is covered with a blue striped shirt. The black pants are very refreshing and handsome.

It's just that the gloomy feeling between his eyebrows weakens the refreshing feeling he wears, but it makes people not want to get close.

Wen Ziyu discussed with Zhou Yang about the school celebration. He didn't speak the whole time, with his hands in his trouser pockets, with an indifferent face, just beside him.

(End of this chapter)