Wu Yue, who took an unusual path, wrote a scary love letter. An Jiaxin didn't think something was wrong and didn't think about anything else.

There is only one day off on New Year's Day, and An Jiaxin has to attend class tomorrow. She sat in Ye Jian's dormitory for a while and chatted with Xu Wen and He Jing happily around Ye Jian for nearly two hours. A group of four girls went to the cafeteria to eat Chinese food. In the afternoon, An Jiaxin left without any psychological burden.

Before leaving, An Jiaxin smiled and said to Ye Jian: "If you meet Wu Yue first than me, then tell him directly, that is, I like him and let him come to me by himself. There is no date limit. He comes to school to find me when he has time."

Ye Jian, who could not leave school, stood on his campus and said to his friend with a bright smile: "I hope you will express your feelings to him yourself, rather than conveying it through me."

"Of course, if I met Wu Yue in advance, I would remind him appropriately so that he could understand your thoughts."

"Okay, then that's the agreement." An Jiaxin, who had only been at the University of Science and Technology for six hours, smiled and clapped Ye Jian with a high-high. When she came, she was in a state of dismay and was covered in sunshine when she left.

After New Year's Day, the learning atmosphere and training at the University of Science and Technology became more tense, and the school's New Year's Art Gala also entered the intense preparations.

It was only then that Ye Jian realized that he... really didn't have the literary and artistic ability to show off.

"Dancing? No!"

"Sing, hahahaha, sorry, I won't."

"Play the piano, hahahahaha, that... I haven't learned it!"

"Sketch? Crosstalk? Come on, look at my face. I don't have that specialty on it!"

When faced with the inquiry from Liu Yang, the class leader who was responsible for the program collection, Ye Jian was a little nervous. The main reason was that she could not even ask anything. The more she asked, the more she could not help, the more she asked... the class leader's face became longer.

At this moment, she was a little afraid to see how ugly Liu Yang's face was.

"I really can't do anything... I haven't learned anything at all. Sorry, sorry, I'm really looking for the wrong person." Ye Jian apologized sincerely with his hands clasped his hands. There was really no way, she really couldn't do it.

She doesn't know anything about literary performances. It's not that she is humble, but that she has never learned it.

Liu Yang thought that Ye Jianye, the famous classmate in his class, could come up with a show to conquer the market, but he didn't know what he asked, and he was so stupid.

In the eyes of the classmates in the class, Ye Jian was omnipotent and nothing she could do. However, this time he didn't know anything and understood nothing. The class cadres felt it was rare.

Ye Jian herself is also quite sad. She really has no advantages in literary performances. The cruel reality is also a reality that she has never kept in her heart.

"It's impossible, why can't she not? How could she sing the chorus at that time?" Liu Yang, who was hit, turned around in a daze, muttering.

Xu Wen almost had cramps when she was laughing beside her. It was He Jing who tried hard to support her before she could barely stabilize her body.

Only then did they realize that the "big sister" in their minds was seriously lacking in literature and art, but what made them even more want to laugh was that Liu Yang was hit hard and had no desire to live.
Chapter completed!