Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

Ye Jingxian did not react immediately.

Dean Huang was not surprised. He gently reminded the girl in front of him, "Isn't the time coming?"

Yes, the time is coming!
Ye Jingxian resisted the cold gaze and took the white paper bag from Jiang Fuli's hand. Without forgetting the etiquette, she bent down to Dean Huang and said, "Dean Huang, goodbye."

She went backstage with the paper bag.

Dean Huang then turned around and looked at Jiang Fuli, "Young Master Jiang, shall we go to the front?"

Jiang Fuli's eyes fell on the door curtain behind him for a long time, and he followed Dean Huang lazily to the auditorium.

At this point, the people from the student union outside the auditorium had already closed the door, not letting the audience in. The School of Finance had over-promoted it, and Bai Qian had its own traffic in Jiangda, so the auditorium had long been packed.

After Dean Huang came in, the door was completely closed, but there were still many people outside holding up their mobile phones to take pictures.

The headlights have been turned off, leaving only the ambient lights on the stage. Only the two seats in the middle of the first row are still empty.

Dean Feng had been sitting in his seat early. He raised his eyes and saw Dean Huang coming in from the door, followed by a tall man. He quickly stood up to greet him.

"Dean Huang," he greeted Dean Huang in a low voice, his eyes falling on Jiang Fuli behind him, "Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Xijue, a financial genius who went abroad from the Jiangsu University School of Finance, is the executive president of ZTE.

But everyone knows who is behind Jiang Xijue.

Dean Feng can sit in the position of chairman of the Federation of Industry and Commerce because he relies on his own student.

"Dean Feng." Jiang Fuli nodded lazily at him. He sat in the empty seat next to Dean Feng, leaning elegantly on the back of the chair, his delicate eyebrows slightly condensed, aloof and indifferent.

Not talking to anyone.

Dean Huang sat on the other side of Jiang Fuli.

Dean Feng waited for the two of them to sit down before slowly sitting down. It could be seen that his buttocks were not all touching the stool, which made him appear reserved.

The seats in the front two rows became quiet with him as the center, and the voices of conversations became much quieter.

Everyone in the row of student unions behind this scene saw it. As Dean Feng was currently in the School of Finance, he stood up to greet him. The two deans were only sitting next to him. Who is this?

The lights in the front row were not bright, and only the back of the person in the middle was visible. It was particularly cold under the light.

**
Backstage.

The makeup artist wasn't that professional either. Bai Zian's skin was fair enough. She only added some shadow and some lipstick.

"I don't dare to add anything to this face." The makeup artist sighed as he looked at Bai Zian's face.

Ye Jingxian took out the clothes from the bag.

It was not as gorgeous as Ye Jingxian imagined. It was Bai Ling's plain clothes. She didn't have time to think too much and handed the clothes to Bai Xian, "Senior sister, let's change clothes first."

The two hosts were already waiting behind the curtain, ready to take the stage to announce the curtain.

Bai Xian was in the dressing room, lowering her eyes and unfolding her white dress. In addition to the white robe, there was also a pair of training pants. She put them on one by one, and finally picked up the white belt and tied it loosely around her waist.

outside.

Ye Jingxian was waiting for Bai Qian to change clothes, still not feeling at ease, when Bai Shiming called her on her mobile phone.

"Both deans are here today, and there is also a distinguished guest," Bai Shiming said in a serious voice on the phone, "It's strange, they are all here. The School of Finance promises to finish the work, we won't have any problems, right?"

VIP?

Ye Jingxian naturally thought of the person she just met, "President, don't worry, the junior girl will be fine."

She comforted Bai Shiming.

Hang up the phone and continue waiting for Bai Zian to come out.

"Where's the prop spear?" Ye Jingxian remembered this, and Kong Wei hurriedly brought the spear over.

Bai Zian came out of the changing room.

She was wearing a white simple long dress, with a white silk belt tied around her waist, and her brows were slouched.

Ye Jingxian handed the spear in her hand to Bai Qian, "Senior sister, try this spear."

This is the prop prepared by Ye Jingxian for Bai Zian. It arrived last week. She originally wanted Bai Zian to try this gun in rehearsal, but she didn't rehearse because of the sound.

Some people in the student union nearby looked at each other in shock when they heard Ye Jingxian's words.

Bai Zian hasn't tried this gun yet?

will that work?

While these people were thinking, Bai Qian reached out and took the Hongying gun and stood it on the ground. The whole gun was a bit taller than her.

The red tassel on the tip of the gun slowly fell down as she moved, and the silver tip of the gun showed a cold light.

Everyone around her saw that the moment she took the gun, her aura changed. She was like a white tiger lazily basking in the sun on a stone, suddenly feeling someone invading, and looking majestically at its territory.

Ye Jingxian looked at her, and her restless heart suddenly calmed down.

"When will the show start?" Bai Zian glanced at the mobile phone on the table. It was already five o'clock.

"Ah," Ye Jingxian came back to her senses, "The host has just gone up. When they come down, you will be here. Oh, yes, music, are the musicians ready?"

"Don't worry, Minister." The boy sitting in front of the computer, controlling the music, raised his head and made an "ok" gesture to Ye Jingxian.

People from the Finance Student Union came over to take a look curiously.

Bai Qian's music name is just a simple word "Jian", "What kind of song is this? I've never heard of it."

"I don't know," the boy who controls the music has heard of it, "but this is not a song, it is a piece of pure music. Bai Qian sent it, so she must have found it."

**
Outside, on stage.Two presenters in suits and evening gowns were smiling and reading the opening remarks to welcome the new students to the school.

On both sides of the first row, reporters had already set up cameras.

Nearly a thousand seats in the auditorium were full, and there were people on the steps and aisles. Many people had live broadcasts on their mobile phones.

The boy in front of Tang Ming is a member of the short video live broadcast.

The boy held up a selfie stick. He is a self-media person at Jiangsu University. He usually broadcasts live broadcasts of meals and self-studies. Now he is live broadcasting. There are [-] people watching online. The number of people in the live broadcast room is getting bigger and bigger after publicity.

[I couldn’t get in, so I had to rely on the anchor to broadcast it]

[A group of champions performed for us, it was worth it]

[I heard that there is Bai Shaoqi, is it true? 】

【…】

The boy was talking while playing, "I posted the program list. Yes, Bai Shaoqi is going to be the last one. It doesn't matter. I specially changed the schedule to go home tomorrow morning and wait slowly with everyone."

The backstage was so big that Kong Wei and Yu Simin didn't stay there. They went back to the front to watch the show. Neither of them had seats, so they were crowded together with Tang Mingning, Xiao Yanglin and others who arrived late.

Yu Simin saw many people using their mobile phones to live broadcast the scene. She talked to Kong Wei, "Is everything going to be okay?"

Kong Wei patted the back of her hand to reassure her.

While the two were talking, on the left side of the stage, the two hosts had already bowed.

The lights on the stage disappear.

The party has just begun, and the crowd can't stop moving, saying hello, eating, and talking.

"brush--"

On the dark stage, a beam of light shines directly on the person standing in the middle of the stage.

Everyone saw the girl standing in the middle, wearing a white robe and a belt of the same color. Her dark hair was completely tied back by a red ribbon. A strand of red ribbon fell on her neck along the back of her hair, matching her hair. The white collar complements the look.

Above the stage, a huge screen showed her figure.

Her long black eyelashes drooped, and she held a spear in her right hand, which stood on the ground.

She didn't wear much makeup, but her face could mesmerize her forever even if she only had a light on.

After a moment of silence, the crowd burst into cheers.

In the first row, Jiang Fuli, who had been lazing around, finally sat upright and looked at the stage with his narrow phoenix eyes.

Dean Feng was communicating with the professor on the right. When he saw Young Master Jiang suddenly becoming serious, he couldn't help but stop speaking and looked up at the stage. The leaders in the first row stopped talking.

In the second row, Mrs. Song, who was sitting next to Song Min, also recognized Bai Zian. She was stunned for a moment, "Bai Zian also attended the party?"

"Yes," Song Min looked at the stage unconcernedly, "It looks like a spear."

Mrs. Song nodded and didn't care anymore. She lowered her head and told Bai Shaoqi what to pay attention to.

"Boom-"

A drumbeat sounded, and the blower on the stage blew the girl's clothes and hair. The red tassel on the gun head next to her also fluttered frame by frame. She lifted the gun head and started the pose.

The sound of the drums is as powerful as a rainbow, just like the war drums used to inspire people before an army sets off.

This time the stage sound was borrowed from Jiangyin, and the effect was excellent. The shocking drum beat in the first half made everyone present stop what they were doing and look at the stage involuntarily.

The girl pulled the gun and turned around, pressed down the tip of the gun, then pulled the gun and turned her body twice. The tip of the spear in her hand trembled slightly with her movements.

The drum beat suddenly fell, and the flute gradually began to play. The headlight at the top of the stage disappeared for a second with the sound of the drum beat, and suddenly fell on her body. The girl just took a step into the air, and stabbed forward with the spear in her hand!

Above the stage, on the huge screen, everyone can see the second the gun stabs forward, and the flexible gun head is shaking!

The cold spear tip reflected the cold light, which was suffocating and virtual.

The pipa sound sounded dense and murderous. The girl turned around. The spear was circling in her right hand like a dragon. She pressed the head of the spear with her left hand and stepped forward to stab the spear!

The audience in the auditorium held their breath.

The girl still held the gun in her right hand, raised the gun flat above her head, turned the tip of the gun to the left, and took the gun body with her left hand. She hid the gun under her arm and continued to hold the gun behind her back. The spotlight flashed again.

Under the light, she soared into the air to the beat of drums, her white clothes flying, and her gun like thunder. Her step in the air seemed like a slow motion under the camera. She paused in the air, and then stabbed her with a straight shot!
The sound of music touches the hearts of the audience, and the waving spear attracts the eyes of the audience.

It's like the prelude to a battle on the battlefield.

The sound of the guzheng calmed down, and in the middle of the stage, the girl turned her gun away from the audience. Just when the audience finally relaxed a little——

When the last drum beat fell, the girl's gun pierced her back, and at the same time she turned around!

The sound of breaking wind started, filled with murderous intent.

An inch longer and an inch stronger, this was Yan Lu's shot that became popular all over the Internet in the past two months. Countless people on the Internet copied it. However, only the audience at the scene today felt the killing intent of this shot——

The king of a hundred soldiers is well deserved!
At this moment, the audience was completely silent.

The big screen freezes her scene, with a black curtain behind it and a white spotlight above her head. The girl has dark and deep almond eyes, and a strand of black hairpin with a red ribbon falls on her red lips, shaking gently.

When the drum sound disappeared, she calmly retracted her spear, bent slightly towards the camera, smiled calmly, her eyebrows were lazy, both good and evil, with a wild tension, which was magnified on the big screen.

In the back, the group of people holding up their mobile phones to live broadcast, all the barrage in the live broadcast room stopped for a moment, and then started to scroll wildly.

White clothes and cold spear, young and energetic, wanton and frivolous.

It seems like an old friend has returned!
Good night, my dears, if you think you're cool, come and get a monthly ticket~~