Rumors are like nails set in a board. Even after they are pulled out, they will still leave holes.

Although the rumor that Zhang Yuanjun brought money to join the group is no longer spread, many students no longer look at him as plainly as usual.

Yes, you, Zhang Yuanjun, did not respond to the rumors about bringing money into the group.

You’re not sure, but you’re not denying it either!

Otherwise, how can you explain the fact that Gui Hai stabbed you in the face?

Do you really think that the film school student is Bai Lianhua?

Is this kind of role possible based on real materials?

There must be twists and turns inside.

But whether Zhang Yuanjun got this role through connections or bought it with money, in short, Zhang Yuanjun is no longer the Zhang Yuanjun in the eyes of his classmates.

Well-off home?

I believe you!

Everyone in the dormitory was fine. Zhang Yuanjun didn't take the initiative to confess, and they didn't ask too many questions. They still ate noodles that cost 1 yuan a bowl. Zhu Yawen still wore Zhang Yuanjun's 150 yuan suit to pick up girls in Houhai, and Zhang Yuanjun still took it.

Luo Jin typed on his second-hand notebook, and every night a group of people gathered together without knowing what to read. The topics of night chat were always which girl in school was pretty, scolding the teacher together, and bragging about what they would do if they became popular.

But people are different.

School is a small society, and art academies are more realistic.

Not only the class, but also the students in the upper and lower levels, especially the senior students, were extremely enthusiastic about Zhang Yuanjun.

Zhang Yuanjun is already popular with girls because of his reputation as the school's idol.

During this time, it was rumored that his family background was unusual.

That Zhang Yuanjun turned into a piece of Tang monk meat.

02 is now my sophomore year, and Liu Yifei plays the leading role, and Zhang Yuanjun is the second one.

He will definitely become popular in the future. This is the unanimous evaluation of his classmates.

On Monday, the roommates went out to drink and sing all night again last night, and today they skipped class together to catch up on sleep in the dormitory.

Zhang Yuanjun got up early and went to class alone with his textbook under his arm.

Sitting in the canteen, there is a bowl of hot tofu bread, a fried dough stick, and a tea egg in front of me.

Zhang Yuanjun sat in the corner, missing breakfast in his hometown:

"I need a bowl of greasy fried noodles now, add meat, eggs, and vegetables. It costs five yuan."

Just as he was thinking about it, a figure sat opposite Zhang Yuanjun with a dinner plate.

It’s none other than Liu Yifei, who comes back every twenty days to make up one day of classes.

"What are you thinking about?" Liu Yifei bought a bowl of white porridge and a small sesame seed cake.

Zhang Yuanjun told the truth: "I want to eat fried noodles at home, but I still can't get used to the rice in Beijing."

Liu Yifei had nothing nice to say: "It's been two years and you still haven't gotten used to it? Which family are you from? Your stomach is so delicate?"

Zhang Yuanjun ignored her teasing and said seriously: "To be honest, I don't like Beijing cuisine. Isn't there a saying that there is no delicious food in Beijing, it all depends on poverty and exquisiteness. I think it makes sense."

You can't talk about this with Liu Yifei. She left Jiangcheng and went to the United States when she was a child. Although she has no worries about food and drink, she is really not good at taste. When I go out to eat with her, eight out of ten times it is hot pot or barbecue.

"Nonsense, I think the food in Beijing is quite delicious." Liu Yifei tried to comment on the sesame seed cake in her hand, but was interrupted by another person before she could open her mouth:

"Yifei, Yuanjun, it's so early."

The visitor did not sit next to Liu Yifei, but sat on Zhang Yuanjun's right hand side, facing Liu Yifei.

"Climb." Liu Yifei was equally happy to see her friend, "You are so early too."

Jiang Yan brought a big pancake on her plate to Zhang Yuanjun: "Here, I'll treat you to it."

Zhang Yuanjun smiled and said: "Why do you invite me for no reason?"

"Thank you." Jiang Yan said, "I would have been scolded if you had not helped me in my line class last week." Then she turned to Liu Yifei and said:

"Yifei, you didn't even know that you weren't here. Of all the boys in the class, Yuanjun was the only one who managed to memorize that very long sentence. Although I couldn't recite it very well, I managed to finish it. Thanks to Yuanjun behind his back.

Pass me the words."

Liu Yifei's eyes gradually focused on her friend's mouth. She felt that the opening and closing of this mouth was a bit annoying, so she smiled and said: "If you don't get scolded, just treat someone to a fried cake."

Jiang Yan didn't hear the irony and thought Liu Yifei was giving her an assist, and then said: "If you can't do it with pancakes, I'll treat you to a big drink that night."

Zhang Yuanjun shook his head repeatedly: "The pancakes are very good, it will satisfy your craving."

The three of them chatted while eating. Zhang Yuanjun ate quickly, finishing his breakfast in two bites, and was about to eat the pancake Jiang Yan gave him.

When I looked up, I saw that Liu Yifei had only finished half a bowl of porridge and had finished eating the sesame cakes. She asked casually: "There is a physical education class this morning. Can you withstand such a small amount?"

"I'm full." Liu Yifei leaned on the back of her chair.

Zhang Yuanjun muttered and scolded Liu Yifei: "Waste of food."

Liu Yifei got excited: "Don't waste it, help me eat it." Then she poured the remaining half bowl of porridge into Zhang Yuanjun's empty bowl of tofu.

He also raised his eyebrows at Zhang Yuanjun: "Didn't you say you won't waste it? Just eat it." Completely ignoring Jiang Yan who was sitting next to Zhang Yuanjun.

Zhang Yuanjun looked at the girl in front of him, hesitated for a second, and then picked up the bowl and drank the porridge.

Then Liu Yifei started to collect Zhang Yuanjun's dinner plate and put her own plate under Zhang Yuanjun's: "Let's go to class."

There are still many people who stay in school for classes in their freshman and sophomore years. From film school to their junior year, most of them go out to run groups to look for opportunities.

Today's bodybuilding class 02 form was very honorable to the teacher. Twenty-five people came and only less than ten people were absent.

Professor Zong Dexin divided the students into groups: "Today we will practice national standard Latin. Zhang Yuanjun, you and Liu Yifei will be in a group."

Professor Zong's grouping caused dissatisfaction among the other girls in the class. There were few boys in class today, and they also wanted to dance with Zhang Yuanjun.

Professor Zong explained: "It's not like you haven't danced with Zhang Yuanjun before. He is too tall. You stand like a little chicken in front of him. It's so ugly. Liu Yifei is tall and has dance skills before. It's best to dance with Zhang Yuanjun."

Look."

Some girls complained about Zhang Yuanjun: "Why are you so tall?"

Zhang Yuanjun spread his hands: "I can't help it, my parents gave it to me."

"Okay, let's divide into groups and go change clothes. We'll start in ten minutes."

In Latin, it is necessary to show the physical beauty of male and female dancers, especially the curves of female dancers.

Zhang Yuanjun is fine, but to be honest, 17-year-old Liu Yifei doesn’t have any curvaceous figure even if she puts on a tight Latin dance skirt.

I once said during the night chat in the dormitory that Liu Yifei doesn’t have a lot of meat on her body and can’t get anything she wants. She’s too dry.

But Latin dance is passionate and unrestrained, and the dance is charming and unrestrained. There are many intimate movements between the dance partners, such as face-to-face and hip movements.

For performance students, liberating one's nature is a basic lesson, so you won't be shy when dancing.

At the end of the song, Zhang Yuanjun put his arms around Liu Yifei's waist, and their faces were almost touching.

Liu Yifei looked up at her dance partner. She could clearly feel Zhang Yuanjun's breath blowing on her eyelashes.
Chapter completed!