The graduation ceremony hadn't officially started yet, so there was constant chatter and laughter in the auditorium, with people passing by from time to time.

As expected, Cheng Qian'an's arrival caused a commotion.

It’s just that I didn’t chat much in the auditorium. Some students standing nearby cast their eyes faintly, and the bold ones have already come up to chat and ask for autographs and group photos.

"Excuse me, can I take a group photo?"

Cheng Ganan, who was still chatting and laughing with Jiang Huiyuan and the others, paused, then turned his head to look at the girl who was obviously coming towards him and nodded.

Watching him respond, several other people who were watching also came up one after another.

"Okay, thank you."

"It's okay, where is it written?"

"Thanks for the support."

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother didn't think it was a bit offensive to be interrupted, and it was quite interesting to see this, especially Jiang Huiyuan who was not caring about him.

In terms of wide-scale popularity, Cheng Qian'an, who is mixed with some social hot spots, is actually more famous than Jiang Huiyuan.

And Cheng Qian'an is well-known in this school.

save their people.

The protagonist of the campus bullying incident is the university they are in, so Cheng Qian'an's name is known to everyone, whether it is a student or a parent.

Then he quickly dealt with the fans who came up, and it can be regarded as calmed down.

"Look at Huiyuan, his eyes are straight when he looks at it."

After the people left, Mother Jiang looked at her daughter and couldn't help but tease.

Jiang Huiyuan shrank his head helplessly, and stood aside more low-key.

Talking and laughing, even Cheng Qian'an, who took pictures with his mobile phone from time to time, didn't worry about uploading it, and it was no big deal to post it on the Internet.

He is not afraid of the shadow slanting, there is nothing to avoid.

"It's about to start."

As the crowd in twos and threes walked into the auditorium, the broadcast finally started, sit down and prepare for the official start.

They sat down one by one, and Cheng Qian'an and Jiang Huiyuan sat next to each other, with her on one side and Jiang Haoche on the other.

"call."

Wearing a mask indoors was a bit boring, so Jiang Huiyuan reached out and took off the mask, revealing his face.

Turning his head inadvertently, he happened to meet Cheng Qian'an's eyes. He was taken aback for a moment, made brief eye contact, and then hurriedly glanced away.

Cheng Qian'an looked down at her, raised his eyebrows and smiled gently, then turned his eyes to look at the stage.

Jiang Hye-won is indeed beautiful, with beautiful features, and he can be recognized as Korean at a glance.

In short, it is the leaders and teachers of the school who speak first.

The styles of the East Asian monster rooms are all very similar, full of life and death, and the principal, student representatives, and teacher representatives also often announce the rate of admission to higher education, cheering, etc. in their speeches.

It was also the first time for Cheng Qian'an to come to South Korea for a high school graduation ceremony, let alone his college graduation ceremony not long after.

After the somewhat lengthy speech, it was the prepared graduation ceremony performance, whether it was the program or the teacher.

I don't know whether Koreans are born per capita as a trainee Cheng Qian'an, but at least the level of performances on stage seems to him to be very high, for this age group. …

"Dancing is amazing."

Cheng Qian'an looked at the girls dancing in the women's troupe on the stage, and said casually.

"Of course, that one, and the one standing at the station are all trainees, and the others are all members of the dance troupe."

Jiang Haoche figured it out a bit, and added an explanation.

"Then do you have many trainees in your school?"

"Not too much."

Cheng Qian'an nodded to express his understanding. He felt that the online marketing said that the average number of trainees per capita was a bit too much, which was an overgeneralization.

"There are only two in our class now, which is not too many. Some people are not suitable in the third year of high school."

But Jiang Haoche then said later, leaving Cheng Qian'an speechless all of a sudden.

"Next time, finish the sentence at once."

Jiang Haoche turned his head with a dazed expression.

This small class has two starting points, the entire Seoul High School, and the entire South Korea, there must be hundreds of thousands.

A little more, 100 million?

That's really not too much of an exaggeration.

While Cheng Qian'an was wandering in his mind, a burst of familiar music suddenly came to his ears.

Ok?
Isn't this his song?
Cheng Qian'an suddenly came to his senses, and his eyes refocused on the stage.

Several men and women dressed in trendy clothes stood on the stage and danced. The dance he danced was the dance he danced on the stage of playing songs.

"really not bad."

Seeing his song being released, Cheng Qian'an nodded, with a smile on his face at the right time, and took the initiative to applaud.

At this moment, the professional camera in charge of shooting turned around and aimed at Cheng Qian'an.

Everyone knew that Cheng Qian'an had come to their school, and that there were celebrities coming, so naturally they would not let go of the opportunity.

"Hand over the microphone."

The command team of the student union in charge of the scene plugged in the microphone and asked a student to send it over.

The student looked at the microphone in his hand, and trotted over at a brisk pace.

Cheng Qian'an was looking at the stage leisurely, when suddenly he saw a microphone handed over from his mouth, and almost stuffed it in his mouth.

What is this for.

Cheng Qian'an, who was a little dazed, turned his head, looked at the students in work clothes, and then at the camera facing him, thinking that it was arranged in advance.

Looking around, Jiang Haoche stretched out his hand excitedly to signal him.

This appearance has successfully attracted most of the audience's attention, and the little commotion before the start knew that a star was coming.

Or the recent popularity can not be higher, there is no doubt that this month, the highest topic character Cheng Qian'an!
Playing on the spot and adapting to the situation, Cheng Qian'an took the microphone, stood up and faced most of the audience, and sang along to the background music.

Seeing his cooperation, the auditorium immediately burst into cheers and applause.

They are all high school seniors who have just graduated, and they have nowhere to vent their energy. During the graduation ceremony, they just like lively and playful scenes. The more effective the better!

"Hey Sarang!"

"Xiba, oppa is so handsome."

Before and after a few courageous boys and girls took advantage of the gaps in the song and said loudly on the spot.

The off-stage cellphones took pictures and videos all the time!
It's not over yet, half-pushing and half-sending him all the way to lead him to the stage in the auditorium.

No, I just came here to join in the fun, this is to roast me on the fire, I almost forgot about the dance.

Accompanied by the sound of music, Cheng Qian'an finally stood on the stage, and several dancing students also gave him the ter to dance.

Looking at it head-on, everyone in the audience smiled with kindness and booing.

Seeing this, Cheng Qian'an also let go, stood on the stage, recalled the state of being on an idol show while rushing to schedule, and sang with a microphone.

Almost a chorus.

Catchy and fast-paced, there are almost no young people who can't sing popular songs, and they all sang along one after another, bringing the atmosphere to its peak.

No one was unhappy, including the students who originally performed on stage but ended up as backup dancers.

How many opportunities do you have to communicate with such a big star face to face, dance together, and be proud of yourself!

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