After successfully logging in, Lu Panpan found that the "push" sign in the lower corner of her account avatar had disappeared.
It seems that the college had already impatiently revoked her and Zhong Buqun's qualifications from the back-end system to facilitate the new round of selection.
Lu Panpan, who had already heard the reprimand in the principal's office, couldn't say how disappointed she was, but from her point of view, she had spent a lot of effort preparing for the school qualifiers, and it felt really unpleasant to have something she had worked so hard to earn slip through her fingers.
Feel good.
Thinking of this, Lu Panpan understood Zhong Buqun's hesitation just now.
For this one-and-a-half-minute play, they were already exhausted to prepare for rehearsals after taking professional classes every day; both the preliminaries and semi-finals of the regional competition required the contestants to prepare a five-minute play, which they had limited stage experience and could not easily master.
It would obviously be too much to rehearse a repertoire...
What if I go to the competition and find that the other contestants in the professional group are all from professional troupes from various places, veterans who came to the national dance troupe, just find a repertoire that they usually practice their muscle memory, and beat them down, but what?
Is good?
Lu Panpan knocked her head with her knuckles, hating herself for the "silly, sweet" hidden attribute that she had never managed to get rid of in a hundred lifetimes.
When making decisions, I really didn't think much about it. Fortunately, I had Zhong Buqun, a think tank who looked unreliable but could come up with ideas when big things happened, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to survive in the student union, let alone participate in it.
What kind of competition is this?
Frustrated, Lu Panpan had no choice but to turn this "evil-minded" online experience into daily surfing.
Just browse the recent schedule and just pretend to be surfing... In my senior year, I will solidify my professional courses, and in my senior year, I will honestly apply for the Chinese dance troupe.
If you can't get hired, you will have no choice but to be like the thousands of elite dancers in this year's professional group who fail for a while and then rely on competitions to break through.
She randomly clicked on a few pages and looked through them, including profiles of the organizing committee and previous award-winning dancers. Several of them were Lu Panpan's seniors. In previous years, non-graduates were prohibited from participating in the selection of the professional group.
At that time, they were among the top three in the country in the student group, and were eventually recruited by the Chinese dance troupe.
so good……
Lu Panpan just wandered around the official website for a while, wanting to glance at the lower corner of the computer to see what time it was.
It doesn't matter if you look at it.
You don’t know if you don’t see it…
The registration deadline for the professional group is today!
It's twelve o'clock tonight!
People always find it difficult to let go of things that are unobtainable or difficult to obtain, and when they have to make a decision about whether to fight for this thing again, their inner anxiety and despair will reach a peak. This is human nature.
Impetuous like Lu Panpan, he has now become a slave to human nature...
"Are you there!"
"Go and check out the official website! It's not written on the school poster, but I just saw clearly that registration for the professional group ends tonight!"
"Should we meet and discuss... is it possible to find a more reliable way to coordinate our time, and then participate... I originally thought of putting my studies first, but I was given the ultimatum of completely losing my qualifications.
It's right in front of me, but I can't bear to let it go... Let's think of a solution together, what do you think?"
Zhong Buqun had just finished taking a shower, walked out of the bathroom and picked up his phone, only to find that Lu Panpan had bombarded him with a large number of messages.
"It seems that time is very tight. I will be downstairs in your dormitory right away. You wait."
... Zhong Buqun, who had just finished taking a shower, quickly walked to the downstairs of Lu Panpan's dormitory by familiar routes. Unknowingly, he walked out covered in sweat. Lu Panpan had already been pacing back and forth with his arms folded.
In the past, for countless final exams or school anniversary performances, whenever they gave out costumes for a two-person repertoire, Zhong Buqun always brought Lu Panpan's share downstairs to her dormitory.
Lu Panpan, who had just finished rehearsing or finished class, wished she could melt into bed and would not go to the courier station to pick up the courier.
And now...
"You're finally here..." Lu Panpan saw Zhong Buqun as if he saw a life-saving straw, "I can't make up my mind alone. You said you came to me. When I got downstairs in the dormitory, I didn't dare to walk around.
.” I’m really anxious to death.
After the sky completely darkened, there were few students walking around the campus who had just finished dinner in the cafeteria. There were also some slightly overweight students running circles on the playground. Lu Panpan and Zhong Buqun walked side by side for a while.
, I found that the small coffee shop next to the canteen was still open, maybe that was a good place to discuss this matter.
The owner of that coffee shop is not from our school, and because the taste of his drinks is really unflattering, he rarely gets good reviews.
Gradually, this shop has declined to the point where no one patronizes it. Maybe the shop owner doesn't want to give up his "dream" of becoming a barista, or maybe he has taken possession of this shop and is unable to sell it, but this small shop has been open to this day.
Trying to participate in the off-campus track is a big deal that has not yet been completed and the probability of failure is extremely high. Lu Panpan and Zhong Buqun wish they didn't have any idle people in the school around them.
When I opened the door of the coffee shop, luckily, there was not a single customer in the shop.
"Boss, a cup of... hot cocoa and a cup of oat milk." This chapter has been completed!