Lingjue chuckled. This is the constitution of Muchen.

Being photographed can be very spiritual.

So he can stay up at night without fear. As long as someone is willing to beat him, he can recover all his spirit.

Of course, it's just the constitution of his demagogue master.

"Let's go." Lingjue turns around and goes out.

Muchen also recovered his spirit. He followed lingjue, "I will play the day after tomorrow."

Ling Jue slowed down and said softly, "come on."

"You said you would come."

"Yes." Ling Jue smiled. "I'll cheer you on then."

"Lingjue." Muchen suddenly stopped and looked up at him. "Will we be friends later?"

He did not want them to be hostile, and he hoped that there would never be an opportunity for them to be hostile.

"Are we not friends now?"

Muchen hooked his mouth and nodded, "yes, we are friends."

"Let's go." Lingjue took the lead.

Muchen keeps up with him happily. It's good for lingjue to treat him as a friend.

……

When they came to the auditorium, many people were there. Ouyang was surprised to see lingjue coming.

"Lingjue, I borrowed the clothes. They are brand new." Ouyang night came quickly, "you see, this dress is special."

"It hasn't started yet. We'll change it later."

"Well, my cousin also lent me their stylist. We can dress up for a while, which is definitely more meaningful than other classes."

"Hard work."

Lingjue patted him on the shoulder, maybe it was because we had shared weal and woe, and we would be more harmonious.

Now everyone should love this class.

If we keep uniting like this, this class will be better.

"It's not hard. I'm the monitor. I should think about our class." Ouyang scratched his head at night. Being a monitor in this class is more stressful than being a student president at school.

In this class, he is not the best in sports and his grades are not the best either.

Virtue, wisdom, body and beauty surpass him so much that he wants to do better as a monitor.

Because it was recommended by lingjue!

He won't let him down.

"And your costumes?"

"It's backstage."

"That's good."

Lingjue is sitting in her seat, class A1 is in the front row on the left.

Many people on the stage are busy debugging the machine. It should be half an hour before we start.

Ling Jue looks around, and other classes are almost here.

She did not see feng Yulin's figure.

Lu yilie also came for a moment. He sat beside Ling Jue, smiling.

"Mr. Jue, our class must be number one. I went to watch the program secretly just now. Class A2 even played a play, and they played Romeo and Juliet."

"Oh."

"You know what? At dusk, Aonan even plays romeo. I don't know if his leaky teeth are funny. Ha ha. "

Lingjue raises her eyebrows. I have to say that mu Aonan has courage. I don't know who gave it to him.

Play Romeo, hahaha.

Beside Muchen also heard Lu yilie's words. He didn't speak, just slightly raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Jue, are you surprised?"

"No accident."

"Ah?"

"Their class wanted to play with us, so they went to play that play. They also knew that Liang Zhu was playing in our class."

"Yes, but we are not afraid. We have Jue playing the piano. Their class plays music. There is no atmosphere at all."

Ling Jue chuckled, and Lu yilie was confident.