Chapter 169 The Eve of Sending Off to the Airport
"I have no sense of distance now." When the concert was about to end, a Qingqing said while rubbing her sour face, "It feels so strange. If other artists do this, they must be private fans, right? In a small Wolf here is just having sex with friends."
"Private contact with fans is a non-public behavior with a clear purpose." Qin Jue's arm was loosely resting on the guitar, "I am doing this in a completely open and transparent manner, and I want to announce the bill."
"Hahahahaha, is it the 'expenditure details' version?"
"It seems to be called the 'Financial Edition'?"
"Yes, I earn a lot of money every day, all from song copyright fees hahahaha."
"The expenses are all charity~it's great."
"Xiao Lang, please open a Qingqing account reporting function." "Baomi Congli Qiazao Cake" smiled, "All the gifts I bring you will be accounted for!"
"Of course." Qin Jue nodded, "Absolutely no more than thirty yuan. No false reports are allowed. Corruption and bribery are prohibited."
"Corruption and bribery are useless." A Qingqing laughed out loud, "What about sending gifts on your behalf?"
"Yes, if someone takes this thing as a business, then I will definitely block them." Qin Jue's expression did not change, "Anyone who secretly evades orders and does not let me pay the express fee will be blocked."
"Hahahahahahaha, it's okay to escape from the bill, but you can still explain it like this."
"I was laughing so hard. Teacher Qin was so angry: How could you not let me spend money?"
"Seeing a familiar blacklist again makes old fans laugh out loud, hahahaha."
"It's not fair to take away. Why should you be the only one to spend the money? Do it manually."
"I'm not forbidding you to spend flowers." Qin Jue said shamelessly, "There's just a limit."
She hurriedly said before Daring Qingqing could argue: "Okay, the wheat streak is over, go and rest quickly."
After saying that, he turned off the voice call with a "pop", super fast, and didn't give the ladies any time to cry. It was very cruel and ruthless.
Sure enough, within two minutes, a post complaining about her appeared in the topic area, and Qin Jue replied with a fan-made emoticon below that read "Don't chase .jpg if you're unhappy." His attitude was very arrogant.
These sixteen ladies were very sensible. They only talked about chatting with Lianmai and mentioned gifts, but did not disclose Qin Jue's specific schedule.
However, many people were introduced to various delicacies in Shanghai, Hangzhou and Sioux City, and they all expressed that they must go there if they have the opportunity.
Qin Jue put down his guitar, took out his cell phone, dialed a number very skillfully, and spoke.
"Lao Chi, working overtime."
Chi Chuan's breath froze on the other end of the phone.
Ah, this feeling has no memory but seems to be engraved in my soul.
This 24-hour standby, the boss is always on call to beat the pain of the workers.
Bitter and familiar, suffocating.
He held his chest and pushed himself up from the rocking chair. When Qin Jue talked about the car shunting, he felt that this kind of thing had happened tens of thousands of times.
After listening to the phone call and arranging transportation to various places, Chi Chuan sat at his desk and fell into deep thought.
He somewhat doubted whether he died suddenly in the apocalypse.
…
April 26th.
Feng Xiaoya straightened her skirt, took a deep breath, and carefully opened the door of the flower shop.
"Hello……"
She shouted softly, her fingers nervously touching the glass door.
"coming."
A woman's voice came from somewhere deeper in the store, soft and pleasant.
"Hello, I want to buy a bouquet of flowers...eh?"
Feng Xiaoya's eyes widened and she stared blankly at the flower shop owner approaching.
She was wearing a small apron and a nameplate with "shopkeeper" written on her plump breasts. Her plain face was stained with a little mud and she had a slight smile, like the sister next door, quiet and gentle.
"You are..." Feng Xiaoya murmured.
Zhao Shujing smiled slightly: "Hello, what flowers do you want to buy?"
"Ah." Feng Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses, her face turned red, "I, I don't know..."
She carefully raised her eyes and looked at the actress who played Lin Rujuan in "The Cage" who had definitely admitted her mistake. She bit her lip lightly and said, "Sister Zhao, Teacher Qin asked me to buy a bouquet of flowers."
Zhao Shujing was stunned for two seconds and then burst into laughter.
"This kid is really..."
She held Feng Xiaoya's hand with a smile, "I know, come on, let's make the packaging together."
That hand was warm and soft, with a thin callus on it, real and poignant.
"What's your name?" Zhao Shujing asked her softly.
"Feng Xiaoya..."
Feng Xiaoya put on a faint smile and said, "I am a fan of Xiaolang."
She has become less and less afraid of people in recent days. Now that Qin Jue was mentioned, her face and eyes became more energetic.
"Sister Zhao, Xiaolang is going to attend the Golden Plum Awards ceremony. Let's go see him off."
"Huh? So, is it organized by the support club?"
"No, Xiaolang..."
The two chatted softly. Zhao Shujing took Feng Xiaoya to pick out a few bright and blooming flowers and taught her how to wrap them in wrapping paper.
"Thank you, Sister Zhao." Feng Xiaoya smiled while holding the flowers, "Well... Sister Zhao, aren't you going to watch the Golden Plum Awards?"
She asked nervously in a low voice, as if she was afraid of offending Zhao Shujing.
"I still have to take care of the flower shop business." Zhao Shujing winked at her, "I'll watch it on TV then."
She added, "I hope "The Cage" will get good results."
"Um!"
Feng Xiaoya's eyes brightened slightly and she nodded, "I will definitely do it!"
She bowed lightly to Zhao Shujing, solemnly held the bouquet in her arms, and left the flower shop.
A car will pick her up tomorrow morning. First, she will take the intercity express from Suzhou City to Shanghai City, which only takes ten minutes. Then there will be another car that will take her to the airport in Shanghai City.
After filling out the information form, both drivers carefully chatted with her privately on the "Qin Jue's Home" APP and discussed the day's itinerary.
It’s such a blessing to be a fan of Little Wolf…
Feng Xiaoya bent down and got into the taxi parked on the roadside, and reported the address of the school dormitory.
The mobile phone in the pocket of her skirt made a pleasant ding-dong sound.
"Yaya - tell me! What is the gift that the little wolf wants? I'm so curious!"
"Yaya! Don't listen to her. Come back quickly. There are new dishes in the cafeteria today!"
The two roommates sent voice messages one after another, smiling as they spoke.
Feng Xiaoya chuckled twice.
"He'll be right back."
She replied to them, her eyes closed with happiness.
Meanwhile, Yangliu Entertainment.
"ah--"
Xing Yufei was lying on the yoga mat, "Ah——!"
"What's wrong?" Qi Shuang, who was doing her buttocks next to her, answered calmly.
"Teacher is going to attend the Golden Plum Awards ceremony." Xing Yufei turned over on the yoga mat and started doing push-ups with tears in her eyes. "He also linked up with Qing Qing who was going to pick up and drop off the airport. Woo hoo hoo, I I also want to win wheat..."
"We can see real people every day." Lou Lan sat up and up calmly, breathing smoothly while speaking.
"That's different."
Teacher Qin’s little fan girl will never give up!
"The xiaolongbao the teacher mentioned, I really want to eat it..."
Jiang Qing'e, who was leaning on a plank with one hand, touched her stomach with her free hand, looking as aggrieved as Xing Yufei.
"If we behave well, can the teacher take us out to eat?" Qi Shuang muttered, "Just have breakfast."
"Seconded!"
"Seconded."
"Seconded--"
Even Lou Lan followed silently.
"So there is such a trick!"
A male voice suddenly sounded.
"Yang Jihan! Go back to training!"
"Don't spy on your opponent!"
Amid the denunciation of "not ashes", Yang Jihan slipped out of the door with his feet greased.
Ahhhhh, he really wants to see him off at the airport! !
Teacher Qin’s fanboy will never admit defeat!
He clenched his fists in grief and anger, turned his head, and met a drone's eyes.
"..."
After finishing the game, the teacher will know about being lazy in training.
Woohoo.
Chapter 79 has been blocked and is being unblocked.
This book is really worrisome for the future... (Hold your forehead