Chapter 733 Came, But Didn't Go (1/2 Monthly Ticket)
"I heard that some classmates saw Yang Qian at school!"
"No? Where?"
"I don't know. I saw pictures of other people's friends being shared in the group. But they probably just came here to play and have left long ago, right?"
There is no airtight wall in this world. It is impossible for Yang Qian and Dai Yuni to come to Zhushi campus without being bumped into by other students.
So, the news that they had appeared on campus and took photos with several classmates who were playing basketball quickly spread around the campus.
However, when many people saw it after class, it was already evening.
Even though some students excitedly searched for it according to the picture, compared to the bright sky in the photo, under the dark night sky, where was there any trace of the big star lingering on the huge campus?
"Yang Qian and Dai Yuni just came here to hang out. They came secretly and left secretly."
This view is more mainstream.
Moreover, looking at the news about Yang Qian and Dai Yuni on the Internet, they recently visited Hong Kong City and Haojiang, purely for vacation and recreation, and did not have any work arrangements, so this view is indeed tenable.
Therefore, even though many students are heartbroken and regretful, there is nothing they can do.
After all, stars are still invisible and intangible!
Fortunately, they came to the Zhushi campus, and the students in the Zhushi campus had something to brag about with other students.
"Do you want to go to the party today?"
The New Year's party held by the school in the evening has also been a hotly discussed topic among students on the Zhushi Campus.
"If you don't go, who is the serious person to go to the party?"
"What's so good about the school party? I might as well masturbate a lot while I have this time."
"Forget it, I won't go. Next week is exam week. I will go to the library to review."
Obviously, for most students, this party is not very attractive.
But it’s not like no one came to see it. After all, the student union still put a lot of effort into building momentum for this year’s New Year’s Party.
For example, we invited the top four in the school singing competition to prepare their own singing programs, and also invited the first, second and third runner-up of the charming girls to participate in different programs such as singing, dancing, and sketches!
For example, the publicity department asked the publicity department to put makeup on each performing student, take makeup photos, make countdown posters, and post them on the school campus.
For example, they asked the New Media Department to shoot short videos for them, both for boys and girls. All kinds of fun and cool videos still received a lot of clicks on the Internet, and many students rushed to repost them.
Therefore, at around 7 o'clock in the evening, before the party started, the newly built auditorium on the Zhushi campus, a performance hall that can accommodate 1,000 people, was also filled with spectators.
Even if there are 1,000 people, it is still a bit too few compared to the more than 20,000 teachers and students on the Zhushi campus.
But it still looked quite spectacular at the scene, with the seats darkly filled with people.
The audience at the scene, as well as most of the students participating in the performance, did not know that there would be changes in tonight's show.
Even under the stage where people were coming and going, no one noticed that there was a person sitting next to Song Huafeng who was wearing a mask and a hat, covering himself tightly.
The middle seat in the front row is for the leaders. Song Huafeng is considered a small leader, but he can't sit in the middle.
Therefore, he sat in the front row on the left, which was mainly occupied by teachers from the student office and the school league committee, and many students from the student union passed by.
"Hello, Teacher Song!"
"Good evening, Secretary Song!"
"Q!"
Almost everyone who passes by will say hello to Song Huafeng, and many of his classmates will affectionately call him "Brother Feng."
"Hello, please sit down quickly, the party is about to begin!"
Song Huafeng also waved his hands cordially to them and responded. His reputation among his classmates is still very good.
"okay!"
They obediently speeded up their pace, and their eyes may have inadvertently passed over the man in black who was "playing" with his mobile phone with his head down, but who would have thought that this man who covered himself tightly was the one being hotly discussed by everyone today.
Yang Qian?
Yang Qian was invited by Song Huafeng to stay.
After all, I haven’t been back to my alma mater for so long, so I should say hello to the teachers and classmates at my alma mater.
But he was the only one in the school now. Because it was inconvenient, Dai Yuni arranged for a team of bodyguards to drive with her to the resort hotel to check in.
Yang Qian would finish his work later and then rush back to watch the show at the aquarium with her.
"This is my first time entering the auditorium. The environment and facilities here are much better than those on the old campus."
Yang Qian lowered his head to send a WeChat message to his wife.
He was worried about Dai Yuni, who was going to the hotel alone first, so he kept chatting with her on WeChat. He didn't feel relieved until he saw her sending photos of the hotel's penguin-themed room.
Of course, Yang Qian also sent her photos of the party.
"How's the sound effect?"
Dai Yuni asked him.
"I don't know about this, we haven't started yet."
"But it should be good. The lighting is quite professional."
While chatting, the party finally started!
Six student hosts in costumes stepped onto the stage and began to host tonight's New Year's party in an orderly manner.
Yang Qian didn't see any more acquaintances at the scene. Maybe his junior brothers and sisters when he was in school have left school one after another, or they are busy with postgraduate entrance examinations, public examinations, and job hunting. They don't have the leisure to come and watch a party.
Bar?
However, the party was still very exciting. Whether it was the opening dance carefully choreographed by the school dance troupe, or the singing and sketch programs, Yang Qian watched and gave warm applause to the junior brothers and sisters.
Perhaps from the perspective of a professional artist, these performances are relatively crude and crude.
But after all, Yang Qian had just graduated a few years ago, and he still remembered what their school party was like back then.
Compared with five years ago, these junior brothers and sisters today have made great progress.
Maybe this is also because of the emergence of short video platforms. Many ordinary students are also learning to dance, learn to sing, and express themselves bravely, so they show a more energetic side than before.
No, for the next singing and dancing show, according to Song Huafeng and Yang Qian, the girl who performed was a small internet celebrity, and her performance won the applause of many boys.
Of course, Yang Qian only got up and left the table after reading half of it.
It's not that he had any objections, the main reason was that he was about to appear on stage unexpectedly in the next show, so Song Huafeng took him and quietly left his seat while everyone's attention was focused on the little internet celebrity girl on the stage,
Came backstage.
"Ahem, this world, this world..."
There was a girl in the background who was looking for a feeling with her eyes closed. She was immersed in her own world and didn't notice two people coming not far behind her.
However, even if she noticed it, she wouldn't take it too seriously.
Because she was about to go on stage, the girl was concentrating on thinking about her next performance on stage, including her movements on stage, bowing off stage, etc.
She felt a little nervous, so she kept clearing her throat and humming, looking for the feeling of singing "So Many People in the World".
"Xiaoliang, please find me a microphone."
Song Huafeng didn't intend to say hello to her. He stopped a responsible classmate from the student union and quietly made arrangements.