In Zhongguancun, Haidian, the moonlit night is getting darker.
The light is still on in the living room of No. 3005 Courtyard No. 1, Wanshou Temple Road.
According to Shao Qing's usual portion, Zhou Peipei prepared a small glass of iced honey lemonade in advance. She obediently stood next to Ms. Shao who had just entered the door and was bending down to take off her high heels while holding the door handle.
"Sister Qing, you definitely can't imagine what Sister Jier went through today?"
Shao Qing picked up the ice-cold honey water in front of her and poured it into her mouth like a shower of sweet rain. Her right hand holding the bag also made small gestures to Zhou Peipei.
After smacking her lips, Shao Qing casually placed the empty water glass on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall and put on the slippers prepared by Zhou Peipei. She leaned against the wall with a tired posture that looked like I was taking some time to relax.
"What made all the fuss about has been solved by Principal Zou and Director Guan."
Weng Huaijin walked to the entrance hall calmly and pushed the water glass in his hand to Shao Qing.
Shao Qing looked at Weng Huaijing quite unexpectedly. She smiled charmingly and reached out to grab the glass that Weng Huaijing was trying to take away.
After drinking another half cup of ice water, Shao Qing finally recovered.
After regaining her vitality, the fingers of her left hand naturally entangled Zhou Peipei's black and smooth shoulder-length hair, and her voice was even more indescribably soft:
"What's wrong, Pepe? Could it be that Soleixing is blocking the gate of Imperial Dance Academy today to confess to your sister Nana?"
"You should have died of thirst just now."
Weng Huai rolled his eyes at Shao Qing and picked up the two glasses on the top of the shoe cabinet.
"Sister Jinger, let me do it."
Zhou Peipei, who was getting better day by day, took the opportunity to break away from Shao Qing's fingers entangled in her beautiful pear hair style, snatched the glass from Weng Huaijing's hand, and walked into the kitchen to clean up.
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"Crack!"
Shao Qing collapsed on the sofa, and Zhou Peipei told her everything that happened at the Imperial Dance Academy today.
The ballet department's main professional course "Ballet Drama Performance" starting from the sophomore year has always adopted a large classroom teaching format. 106 students from four classes of the same level in all majors are taught in a trapezoidal classroom. Even though the originally 160-seat trapezoidal classroom has some classes,
Students of our school can also be easily accommodated.
But today, Professor Weng's three "Ballet Drama Performances" were full to capacity, with an unprecedented crowd of about two hundred people. According to a report from the Academic Affairs Center of the Imperial City Dance Academy, a large number of them were students from other schools.
This large group of people who came to join the class actually obeyed the rules during class, so Weng Huaijing naturally taught normally.
However, after class, they all gathered around Weng Huaijing to ask for autographs and take photos. The noise could be heard in the whole building, and even Principal Zou of the Imperial Dance Academy was lured out.
"Principal Zou and Director Guan have already taken care of the matter. From now on, all teaching buildings at the Imperial Dance Academy must be entered and exited with the student ID card of the school. Director Guan also issued me a pass. Sister Qing, you also have it."
After Zhou Peipei said this, she took out an exquisite hangtag from her newly purchased Lu brand basic neverfull satchel and handed it to Shao Qing.
"Oh, you two are really similar. On the second day of this month, Yan Qing took a taxi to our "office building". When he came back, he actually planned to take Xiao Miao and walk across Houhai with him.
Also...not aware of the heat on his body..."
First, she sneered at Weng Huaijing, who was sitting next to her. Shao Qing reached out to take the tag handed over by Zhou Peipei and looked at her ID photo for a while. Then she put the pass into Kelly's bag of the H family with satisfaction.
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Weng Huaijing lowered his head to turn the page and replied calmly: "In school, I was just an ordinary teacher."
"Haha, Na Qing... ah no, Teacher Yan Qing is not allowed to be surrounded and photographed. No wonder a boy from the program team posted a photo with him in the same frame last week. The copywriting was well matched and received more than 30,000 comments.
Woolen cloth."
Zhou Peipei paid attention to Weng Huaijing's reaction and quietly changed her name to Yan Qing to the slightly more formal name of Teacher Yan Qing.
"Why, are you envious of others? Pepe must have gained at least a million new fans in the past few days..."
Shao Qing found Zhou Peipei's account @ Peipei should work hard to become stronger in the whispers on her mobile phone. She carefully looked at the current number of fans.
"She actually gained three million fans. Our Pepe has become a big v and has started to become an internet celebrity."
Shao Qing deliberately smiled flatteringly at Zhou Peipei.
"I was very envious before, but I am just like that now. Fortunately, Sister Qing helped me take care of my parents..."
Suddenly thinking of something, Zhou Peipei took out her mobile phone from her bag. She said with a novel look on her face: "Yes, someone asked me for promotion today. I sent a soft message for 8,000 Chinese dollars, and the price can be discussed further."
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Zhou Peipei, a new Internet celebrity girl, dug out the private message and read it word for word to Shao Qing and Weng Huaijing.
"Hahahaha, it's very suitable, very girly, nine-dimensional space..." Shao Qing wanted to laugh like a barbell.
"If you need money, just tell me, Pepe."
After Weng Huaijing finished speaking, he glanced at Shao Qing, who was laughing so unbalanced next to him, and moved his sloping calf to the other side away from her.
Zhou Peipei feels that she has made great progress, and she can already understand many of Weng Huai's subtexts.
"Sister Jinger, don't worry, I won't accept this kind of promotion."
"My little girl's family is very well-off. Maybe Peipei is richer than the two of us plus one yuan."
Shao Qing threw away the cigarette butt and lay back on the sofa. She continued to brush Zhou Peipei in her mouth while her body quietly squirmed towards Weng Huaijing.
"That's not my own money..."
Zhou Peipei lowered her head in embarrassment, and she argued in a low voice: "Only when you spend the money you earn can you be happy."
Shao Qing was very happy with these words. She raised her head to look for Weng Huaijing and muttered: "The payment for the first on-demand episode of "Talent Co., Ltd." is coming soon."
Finding that Weng Huaijing had moved two positions to the side, Shao Qing's voice suddenly became weak: "Sister Jinger will give you a bonus."
"Sister Jinger has already sent it to me in advance, one hundred thousand yuan~"
The cute Zhou Peipei subconsciously raised her newly bought bag.
""Light Chaser"."
Weng Huai's words are concise and concise.
"At that time, I went to talk to that fox Yan Qing about the copyright of this song. I tried my best to squeeze him into giving you a reasonable price based on my old feelings... Now I think about it, only Xiaomiao and I are fools, what a pair of dogs.
men and women…"
Feeling resentful that her scheming had been discovered, Shao Qing got up from the sofa with a curse. She put on her curly skirt, took out a mirror from her Kelly bag, and styled her messy curly hair.
"Crack!"
After patching up his lipstick, Shao Qing elegantly sat upright on the sofa again with a cigarette in his hand, completely different from the shrew who just collapsed on the sofa and breathed out sweet fragrance.
"Pei Pei, play some songs to listen to. I learned a lot at Yan Qing's place today, and I'm tired..."
Zhou Peipei’s response speed was as fast as a fingertip, and soon the Bluetooth speaker started playing songs...