Since arriving in the classroom, the eyes of a class of students always stay on her unconsciously.
Although Li Yun's voice was not loud, everyone who wanted to hear heard it.
Not to mention, Lu Yue repeated in surprise, "Xiaocheng Gymnasium?"
Li Yun raised his eyes slightly, his clear pupils were black and bright, and his raised eyebrows were delicate and beautiful, "What's the matter?"
Lu Yue shook her head, but said nothing.
Picking up the phone, I clicked on the recent public itinerary of Zhanbei Studio.
A little confused.
At a distance of about two meters, Yang Qingran's brows frowned slightly, and then outlined a bit of coldness.
She turned her head directly, not wanting to look at Li Yun's face at all.
Xiaocheng Stadium?
It's really shameless.
The day after tomorrow, Zhanbei will hold a concert at the Xiaocheng Gymnasium, and non-staff in the field will absolutely not be able to enter.
Lies are not drafted at all, and they are really hard-headed.
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The next day.
There was a Reuters picture of the Xiaocheng Stadium.
The protagonist in the picture is not Zhan Bei.
It's Liyun.
The person who uploaded the Reuters picture was a rational fan of Zhanbei.
[Bei Shen is my love Douya]: [Just because Bei Shen was rehearsing at the Xiaocheng Gymnasium, and walked around during lunch, but unexpectedly saw Li Yun! Oh oh oh oh, where did this fairy come from? ! ¡¿
¡¾picture. ¡¿
¡¾Quietly ask a top student must also be a fan of Beishen, right? ¡¿
When this Weibo was sent out, it was only a small splash on the Internet, but it was seen by the students in Class 1 with sharp eyes.
"Yunshen!" Yu Yan pointed the Weibo to Li Yun, "I didn't expect you to be a fan of Beishen! You actually went to the gymnasium in such a cold day."
He couldn't help giving a thumbs up, "You are really strong!"
Lu Yue thought so too.
Since Xiaocheng Stadium does not allow non-staff personnel to enter, it can only be fans.
"God Yun, or you can go with us tomorrow." Lu Yue glanced at Yang Qingran, "I'll ask Yang Qingran, we can go with more than forty people, and one more should be fine."
"No need." Li Yun's exquisite eyebrows and eyes showed no emotion, and the bottom of her cold eyes was shrouded in a hazy mist, "I'm not a fan of Zhanbei."
The last class is a free activity class.
There is no one in the classroom.
In the end, only Li Yun and Yang Qingran who were still reading idle books were left.
Yang Qingran stood up and walked through the aisle next to Liyun's seat, her footsteps paused.
Immediately she chuckled, with unknown meaning, "Isn't it just that I like Zhanbei? It's no big deal. I've already taken pictures, so why deny it?"
Li Yun picked up his lips lazily, drank the last sip of water in the mineral water bottle, and then threw it away.
The empty drink bottle just went in the trash.
There was a "pop" sound.
Somewhat abrupt.
"Who are you?" Li Yun threw out the two words lightly from his mouth.
She really doesn't remember Yang Qingran, unless it's someone and something she cares about, otherwise she really doesn't want to remember.
"You" Yang Qingran's face flushed red with anger, and he clenched his back teeth tightly, "You don't even know who I am? I'm Yang Qingran!"
"Oh." Still with a lazy voice, Li Yun lowered her gaze, and returned to the book she was holding in her hand.
Yang Qingran's face was ashen, and his chest was full of anger, like a landmine that was about to explode when its fuse was pulled, "Okay, since you don't know me, then don't even think about going in to Zhanbei's concert tomorrow." (Remember Website URL: www.hlnovel.com