This news was also learned by Chen Yi.

Senior two (1) class.

Chen Yi took the latest program list, which included programs from all classes in the school, and there were still many vacancies to be filled.

Obviously it is left to other performers.

Several buddies were sitting beside him.

"Chen Yi, these airborne teams are definitely better than the school's. It seems that it will be difficult to get ahead this time."

"Even without these, there is a high-grade third-year Shen You pressing down, it won't work."

"It is precisely because of this that it can attract the attention of the mass media, otherwise there will not be much gold content."

...Chen Yi said: "It doesn't matter, I have already worshipped Xia Guoan as a teacher. Under his guidance, I can still be more or less able to squeeze into the top few."

"Yes! Who is Brother Chen? With so good singing skills, it is impossible to fail."

"By the way, isn't Xia Guoan just Xia Zhitao's father? Chen Yi, you are not only looking for a teacher, but you are also trying to get things wrong."

Chen Yi laughed: "That's it.

I am also planning to use the recent time to cultivate a good relationship between me and her.

Then confess to her on the day when the performance is over. "

"Have you thought about it."

Chen Yi looked excited, "If I could get into the rankings and confess to her, I guess no girl would not be moved by it.

I just want to conquer her heart. "

The buddies gave the thumbs up, they are worthy of being a lover of the generation. This technique of picking up girls can be regarded as learned.

At this time, Chen Yi saw a familiar name—Zhang Wanlin in the performance column of Grade One (1).

He couldn't help asking: "How come there will be two programs in Grade 1 (1)?"

Generally speaking, a class is a program.

It's even less in the third year of high school, and a class may not even have a program.

Someone said: "This extra program is actually strange to us."

"It's like coming out of this class. No one knew about it before."

"But I've inquired about it before. This one has never had time to rehearse. No one has listened to his songs. I heard that they are just playing under the guise of practicing songs."

Chen Yi laughed, "So that's why this defeated general will also sign up, isn't this self-defeating?"

The best friend asked: "Brother Chen, have you heard him sing before?"

"I do not have either.

But I ran into him by chance when I was visiting the Xia family. What I didn't expect was that he was also apprentice, but my singing skills were far higher than him, and I couldn't compare it at all. "

"But what makes me angry is that this person and Sister Xia seem to be very close!!"

As he said, he hit the desk with a punch.

.......Time passed, and gradually came to mid-December, getting closer and closer to New Year's Day.

The school is preparing intensively, and it seems that the eve of the war can already be seen.

A piece of news made the headlines of the newspaper: Jiangcheng invested huge sums of money to build a local cultural industry, including: humanities, natural scenery, customs and culture, and many other sections.

As we all know, before this, Jiangcheng had the reputation of being the cradle of celebrities. Many celebrities and idols have come from here for decades.

In order to highlight this feature, Jiangcheng specially cooperated with Qinhai University to jointly create a New Year's Day performance on January 1.

There will be many university leaders, local leaders, and the media participating.

At the same time, this is the best time to tap potential artists, and major entertainment companies will also come to Jiangcheng.

I have to say that Jiang Cheng's move is in response to the right time and place.

Now there are only 15 days before New Year's Day, let us wait and see.

.......Monday is the beginning of the week again, an ordinary day.

However, after school that day, Zhang Wanlin realized that today is not as ordinary as before.

Someone is following himself.

He wears headphones and looks around with his peripheral vision.

In the crowd behind left, a tall man is pulling down the brim of his hat.

On the right, a man in a black trench coat was strolling in the concession stand, piercing his gaze from time to time.

Well trained.

Who are these two people?

Those who are Huang Mao?

Impossible, they still don't dare to make trouble with the new city, is that other forces?

Zhang Wanlin couldn't remember that he had offended other forces.

He quickened his pace, lowered his head, and walked forward.

Xia Zhitao waved to him as if he hadn't seen it.

Now Xia Zhitao definitely can't follow him, it's too dangerous.

Xia Zhitao stood there wondering, Marco said: "Are you in conflict? He seems to be deliberately ignoring you."

Xia Zhitao pouted angrily, "Who knows that guy!! He ignores me, and I ignore him!!"

Marco said: "Then what about my confession, Xia Zhitao, you can't do that."

Leaving the crowd, turned into a path.

Because the tall buildings block the sun, the place is always gloomy, damp, and piles of rubbish. Generally speaking, only some scavengers come here.

As expected, the two men followed and rushed towards him unabashedly.

Fewer people means that they can act more carelessly, because no one will see it.

Zhang Wanlin ran several small roads. There were dense buildings here, and the number of forks in the road would naturally increase. After a short while, he left the two men behind.

He beckoned quickly and stopped a taxi.

"Where to go?"

The driver asked.

"Fenglin Homestead."

Fenglin Homestead is the community that Xia Zhiyu rented for him.

On the mobile phone, Xia Zhitao sent a message: "You are dying, you ignore me!!"

"Look, I will ignore you from now on!"

"Huh, I can't beg you!"

"You bastard!!"

Zhang Wanlin sent a message in the past, "Sorry, I have encountered something here, you have to avoid it."

A message was sent over there immediately: "I will ignore you!!"

The car started and drove towards Fenglin Homestead.

No one noticed that a black motorcycle was quietly following behind.

At the door of the house, Zhang Wanlin was digging out the key, and the sound of his leather shoes clasping the ground came.

He looked back.

It's those two men! He is at least 1.9 meters tall, strong and strong, and his biceps are completely comparable to Zhang Wanlin's thighs.

Zhang Wanlin didn't get rid of them.

What should we do now?

Although Zhang Wanlin has rich experience in fighting, he still has the confidence to use the body of a 16-year-old to stiffen his opponent's body with a height of 1 meter.

And this is the 21st floor, if you can't fix it, you will fall down.

They are coming closer, with their plain expressions precipitating the killing.

Zhang Wanlin stepped back and said, "Who are you?

Why follow me? "

They did not answer.

"I can call the police if I come here again."

He took out his cell phone, pretending to be a threat.

Although this is just in vain.

"You report~" A sweet voice suddenly came from behind the two men.

They separated and made a way, and a woman walked leisurely.

Wearing a pair of ponytails, her big beautiful eyes are half covered by air bangs.

The black one-piece leather jacket perfectly outlines her figure, ecstatically like a devil.

How does this woman feel a little familiar?