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Li Qingge didn't know how many mysteries there were on Zhao An's body. Although he had the urge to dig up more things related to Zhao An, Li Qingge wanted to put him into a better position more than anything else.

It had to be known that it was an entirely different feeling to lead a docile and obedient little ant while holding a bloody and honest Tibetan Mastiff.

Li Qingge didn't plan to do anything to Zhao An, but he must do it so that Zhao An wouldn't be able to act arrogantly in front of him. He said so himself.

Zhao An was really just there to take a seat. There were more than a thousand seats at the Hua Hai Great Theatre, and there were only a few high school seats in the province. There were only so many outstanding students in the provincial level, so it was not easy to fill these seats.

Fortunately, with the addition of the teachers and leaders, the theater did not look empty. The person with the highest level of leadership was actually the vice governor in charge of education, which showed that the convention would at least have the opportunity to be broadcast on the provincial news network and in the newspapers.

Other than the usual leadership speeches, the winners' speeches, teachers' speeches, students' speeches, and a few other performances, all of them were singing and dancing. Li Qingge also had a performance. Originally, Zhao An was looking forward to it … Although these singing and dancing programs didn't have any professional proficiency, they performed with the same level of junior or senior high students. The girls were young and beautiful with a flying figure of a girl of this age. Zhao An felt that Li Qingge's performance, based on her usual style, should be enough to amaze people … Who would have thought that she was performing a poem recital!

In the various student performances more than ten years later, there were very few poems and recitations. Even at this time, there were very few poems and songs recited. This kind of performance that was commonly seen more than ten years ago was actually a choice made by Li Qingge.

In Zhao An's mind, there were only a handful of talented voice-over artists who could give people an impact and a sense of artistic beauty.

Li Qingge's voice was pleasant to hear, but she wasn't at the level of a hall master. She was only reciting it very fluently … She recited Guo Moruo's long poem "Phoenix Rebirth".

The only thing that Zhao An admired was the fact that she could recite such a long poem. The leaders in the front row were all fully concentrated on the poem, so Zhao An was able to notice that people nearby were whispering to each other to remind them of something.

The deputy governor was the most attentive one. From time to time, he would open his mouth and say a few words, even leading the applause in the passage of the poem. With this person acting as a model, Li Qingge's poetry recitation became the hottest response.

Although most of the vice governors in charge of education were not strong and their rankings were not very high, they were still vice governors after all. It could only be said that Li Qingge's parents and family elders were strong enough, and Li Qingge would definitely be very favored and doted upon at home.

Zhao An also applauded politely, but he really didn't feel good about it! Li Qingge was truly better off singing a song.

Even though there was a gathering between the leaders of the provincial school and the hall, there was no longer any part of the teachers and students. Everyone took some certificates and things like that and dispersed.

Li Qingge told Zhao An that she was going to change clothes and take off her makeup, so Zhao An had no choice but to stay in the theater and wait for her.

After waiting for a long time, Zhao An looked at the time on his electronic watch and frowned.

Zhao An couldn't just go straight to Li Qingge and watch the man in charge of dismantling the stage fiddle with the expensive sound equipment, causing him to eventually grow impatient. When he arrived in front of the door, he saw a girl with bangs and black-framed glasses waiting there.

Zhao An walked over and asked, "Hello …" I would like to ask if you have seen such a tall girl wearing a black suit, jogging shoes and short skirt. Her name is Li Qingge.

Zhao An remembered that this girl had also been on stage for a festival, so she was probably ranked before Li Qingge's performance. Therefore, she probably had an impression of Li Qingge.

"Oh... She's in there. "You can go in." The girl quickly said and let out a long breath.

Zhao An glanced at her and walked into the room without any hesitation.

Most of the theaters were about the same. They were different from the bright and beautiful ones on the stage. They were usually a little messy. Zhao An soon saw Li Qingge.

"Ah... "Scoundrel!"

Li Qingge cried out in alarm. Zhao An only saw her bare shoulders and a very short cut of her back. He then hurriedly pulled up his coat.

"What's going on?"

Before Zhao An could react, a woman in a black suit with a straight stripe hastily appeared, holding a long brown ruler in her hand.

"Why are you here? This is the women's locker room, you want to play hooligan here? " When the woman arrived in front of Zhao An, she withdrew her previously hasty expression and calmly looked at him.

"The women's locker room?" Zhao An didn't see the emblem just now.

The woman walked to the door and signaled Zhao An to come over to have a look. Sure enough, the female locker room sign had been hung up.

"You have to explain this to me!" the woman snapped.

Zhao An glanced at Li Qingge, who was still tugging on her clothes. With a faint smile, he turned around and was about to leave. Li Qingge had originally planned to make a scene like this. It was pretty good … If it were anyone else, they would have been rendered speechless and would not have been able to explain themselves. However, Zhao An did not take this seriously.

"Want to leave?" "It's not that easy."

The woman flashed in front of Zhao An and reached out to grab his shoulder.

Seeing the way she was grabbing him, Zhao An recalled that Li Qingge had indeed come from the same family when she was trying to capture him.

Zhao An's knees moved forward slightly, his back leaned back, and with a slight swing of his shoulders, he escaped the woman's attack …

The woman looked at Zhao An in surprise. Zhao An was also sizing her up, she was in her early twenties, the same age as Li Qingge, she had clear facial features, and at least seventy percent of her features were similar. However, Li Qingge had a slanted bangs, but this woman didn't keep her bangs … She didn't need her bangs, as she was also a very beautiful woman at first glance. When she was surprised, her slightly parted lips were especially red, causing the cold, moving expression on her face to fade slightly.

Zhang Dongfang, the glasses girl at the door, and the girl in front of him who was most likely her older sister. Li Qingge seriously planned to catch Zhao An's weakness and take care of him.

If he had a weakness, he had to grab onto it. If he didn't have a weakness, he had to grab onto it as well … This was probably the heritage of a family? It could be seen that Li Qingge's personality and actions came from her family that was hard to deal with.

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