Lu Xiaolai made a big circle, ran all the way to the Grand Theater, tiptoed into the venue, found the position of class 103, and found an empty seat in the last row.

The grand meeting hall surrounded by semicircle arc ladder seats is enough to accommodate thousands of people, full of black heads. The leaders in black suits sat in a row at the front of the special seat, and the beautiful woman of the school radio station asked who to speak on the stage. The leader has finished his long speech. At this moment, the student president has just finished speaking on behalf of all the teachers and students. He is awarding the excellent student certificates and scholarships of last academic year. The students in the front row go on stage to receive the awards one after another.

Looking from Lu Xiaolai's side, you can see that song Fengya, sitting in front of him, is seriously looking at the stage. Remembering that he said he would not associate with her any more, Lu Xiaolai turned his lips in displeasure and studied the different looking people in the meeting place with his cheek.

"We should all learn from the award-winning students, strive for glory and make greater progress in the new academic year. There are talented people in the Jiangshan generation who have been leading the way for hundreds of years. This is the stage of the new generation. Now let's welcome sun Zhuohang, the representative of the new generation, to speak on the stage! "

This name... Lu Xiaolai raised his head in surprise and craned his neck to look at the stage.

In the thunderous applause, a simple boy with black glasses went up, took the microphone from the host and bowed to the audience: "dear teachers and dear students, good morning! I'm sun Zhuohang from class 101. It's my great honor to stand here today and speak on behalf of the new Shengjing freshmen... "

The guy who is talking on the stage is still a child with his hair and glasses, and his speaking tone has not changed at all. Since the accident when she was four years old, sun Zhuohang has become a bookworm who can only read books, just like a wooden stake. It's the same little boy who used to eat in her martial arts school, but she was still sulking in the corner with her rice bowl.

Two days ago, Lu Xiao came to the street to buy ice cream. On the way, he met him and said hello to him, but he ignored him. Unexpectedly, they went to the same school.

Yes, now she can speak on behalf of the freshmen, and she looks down on him.

Sun Zhuohang concluded his speech with a "thank you", and Lu Xiaolai applauded him.

After the host said a lot of high sounding nonsense, he announced the end of the opening ceremony.

There was a commotion in the meeting, and everyone stood up and began to rush to the exit. Lu Xiaolai had been sitting at the exit, carrying a backpack to the door, but suddenly someone called her behind.

"Lu, Lu Xiaolai, wait a minute!"

Lu Xiaolai looked back and saw that it was her round cuntou in the back seat. She came back and said, "it's you. What can I do for you?"

Yuan cuntou stammered: "ban... Is the class director... You are late. The class director asked you to go to the open space behind the theater..."

Class supervisor? Didn't Yan Weizheng leave with Gu canzhao?

Lu Xiaolai's black eyes turned and patted him bravely on his shoulder, which made him tremble.

She laughed: "I see. Thank you."

"No, thank you..." yuan cuntou lowered his head, bypassed Lu Xiaolai and walked out of the door quickly.

The wall behind the theater is covered with vines, which is a good place for few people to go. Then let her see who pretended to be the class director and wanted to lead her.

After throwing the braid to his shoulder, Lu Xiaolai walked out of the door following the crowd and turned in another direction.

Song Fengya walked out of the theater with her feet and saw that she didn't know where she was going. She frowned and followed her.