Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 142 The face is beaten into a sieve
No wonder there was so much movement just now.

It turned out that it was not only thunder, but also the loud noise of the collapse of the mountain.

Everyone was shocked. Thinking of the tomb of Nuwa that was recently excavated in Qingcheng Mountain, they thought that ancient tombs should not be dug randomly. This is the sin of the gods.

Xi Rubao, who had helped the old lady cross the road twice and turned back, was sitting in the back row, and when she saw the news, she suddenly thought of Gu Jingyan, as if she was skipping class to dig a grave!
She couldn't help asking Wu Minghao nervously: "Fatty, Mr. Gu, he didn't fall into the grave when he dug the grave, right?"

Wu Minghao: "Why, are you worried about your future brother-in-law?"

Xi Rubao pouted: "That's not true! I'm doing three good deeds every day, please take care of my classmates!"

How could Wu Minghao have the time to talk to Gu Jingyan, pointing to the front row full of gossip: "Look, look, the bosses are fighting for the little ancestor hahaha!"

Xi Rubao also came alive: "Where? Where?"

[Sure enough, the grave-digging boy does not deserve to be cared for. 】

VIP seats in the front row.

As Xi Zuer left the stage, the bosses couldn't sit still.

Huangfu Yaxian's fingers trembled as he covered his heart: "Fuxiqin, Fuxiqin, what this girl uses are all treasures. I have decided to let this girl enter the Imperial University's Conservatory of Music..."

Before he finished speaking, Dean Tang beside him quit: "Hey, Zuer is my first favorite student. I'm going back to make a report and specially recruit her to the Foreign Languages ​​Institute!"

Huangfu Yaxian sneered: "Didn't you just hold an English competition? I heard that this girl is not a big deal for the places you recommend. What's the use of special tricks, she won't go."

"How do you know that Zuer's classmate won't go, hum!"

"Because she doesn't like Western things. What's so good about English, it's just a tool word, how can it compare to our extensive and profound Chinese culture, hmph."

"You...! We have a high scholarship in the School of Foreign Languages!"

"Hehe, our conservatory also provides a big house and an exclusive recital room."

"Our School of Foreign Languages ​​has reduced the admission!"

"Our Conservatory of Music is exempt from admission."

The two were crossing their hips, glaring at each other angrily, when they couldn't argue.

Zhou Huaxiong, the leader of the mathematics teaching and research group next to him and an expert in the college entrance examination questions, interjected leisurely: "My little ancestor is a mathematics genius. I have already recommended her to the Institute of Mathematics of Imperial University. Of course her talent should be used in advanced mathematics. What about English bird language, what about dancing the piano and playing pipe as a hobby, of course, the main job is to become a mathematics expert and a technology leader to build the motherland to last forever, so that it is worthy of the talent of the little ancestor."

After a pause, he continued: "Are you still delusional about recruiting disciples? Are you kidding me? I have already worshiped my little ancestor as a teacher!"

That look was proud and embarrassing.

The other two were so angry that their beards were smoking.

The three little old men quarreled in the concert hall just like no one else was there, trying to rob people with all their strength.

The audience in the concert hall was stunned.

It even made Xi Ruzhu, who was still holding the violin on the stage, ready to regroup and save the group favorite, wanted to cry but had no tears.

No one wanted to continue listening to her violin.

The bosses are all grabbing the seats for Zuer, the audience are all watching the fun, and the rest of the people are reading the news, gossiping about grave digging... In short, no one cares about her.

The solo recital that has been carefully prepared for more than a year has just come to nothing.

She stood on the stage pitifully.

Invisibly, the face has been beaten into a sieve.

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Xi Zuer carried the fuxiqin and left the concert hall.

Go to a secluded place.

Her lazy face suddenly turned cold.

Throwing the Fuxiqin in his hand into the air, he pinched a formula with his long fingers in the air.

Fu Xiqin suddenly looked like a poor little girl who was stuck upside down by the neck and hung upside down under the sky: "Cough cough cough cough, little ancestor, Qinqin hurts!"

Xi Zuer was unmoved: "Say. Where is he?"

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