The Growth of the Music Goddess

Chapter 1007
Sensor lights are installed in the basement.

When someone comes, the lights will automatically turn on.

Nangong Yuting raised his eyebrows.

At first glance, the basement looks like a storage room, there is no difference.

What caught my eye was the retro bookshelf.

There are many old books in the bookshelf, which look very old.

On the desk in front of him are the Four Treasures of the Study.

It can be seen that the master is an elegant person.

But I don't know if it was Nangong Yuting's illusion, but he actually smelled a strong smell of blood.

Not right.

boom--

A sound, in this quiet space, fell into Nangong Yuting's ears very clearly.

anyone?

Before he could listen carefully, the movement disappeared again.

Without thinking too much, Nangong Yuting walked around to the desk, and noticed the rice paper on the desk at a glance.

There is a line of words written on the rice paper, and the handwriting has long since dried out.

That is a very cursive handwriting.

It's just that the hatred for the whole world between the lines is chilling.

Nangong Yuting squinted her eyes, and her eyes fell on the bookshelf again.

On a bookcase full of books, there is an empty space with a picture frame on it.

There is a photo in the photo frame, which shows two people.

A young woman and a little boy.

The little boy's eyebrows and eyes looked very much like the grown-up Xia Houyu.

It is speculated that this woman is Xia Houyu's mother.

Looking sideways inadvertently, I found that among the many ancient books, there is also a different kind of book-"Human Anatomy".

Nangong Yuting: "?"

A terrifying thought flashed in his mind, Nangong Yuting only felt a chill penetrate into the soles of his feet.

If it's what he guessed, then Xia Houyu has already committed a crime!
Not long after staying in the basement, Nangong Yuting came out.

As for what the movement was, I will leave it to the people below to deal with it.

After straightening his suit jacket, he just walked out through the main entrance in such a grand manner.

It wasn't until he entered his home that he took off his gloves and foot covers, and went back to his study to operate the computer again. The monitoring on the other side returned to normal, as if nothing had happened...

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Quan Jing is studying at the W Royal Academy of Music, occasionally watching a video with her family and chatting with the sisters in the 312 dormitory.

In my spare time, I will play a foreign romance with Nangong Yuting.

She doesn't have to think about announcements. Learning and singing have become the most important things in her life.

Everything seems to be back to the beginning.

As for Quan Rin, after he got rid of Ruan Jing, he returned to the campus, and he was that disobedient student who was naughty and mischievous in class and made the teacher's teeth itch.

The siblings seemed to have disappeared from the entertainment circle all of a sudden.

Apart from their fans, who would pay attention to a newcomer who is as short-lived as the epiphyllum?

Especially, in this circle where there are many newcomers, no matter how popular you are, if you don't show up for such a long time, the audience will forget you as time goes by.

It's okay for Quan Rin, after all, he is studying in school.

There are quite a few girls on campus who squatted down for a long time just to take a photo of him or be in the same frame as him in order to meet him by chance.

In the post bar of Diyi Academy, a high-definition or blurred photo of Quan Rin will be updated from time to time.

These photos were also moved to Weibo.

Although it didn't cause too much spark, it still maintained Quan Rin's popularity to some extent.

On the contrary, Quan Jing was abroad alone, so there was very little news.

Today, Thursday.

Han Dongqing posted a Weibo.

Han Dongqing V: [#quanjing#before and after class (picture jpg) (picture jpg)]

In the first picture, Quan Jing was holding the textbook and smiling brightly. She made a "yeah" gesture towards the camera. There seemed to be thousands of stars hidden in her eyes, which immediately sucked people in.

The second photo should have been secretly photographed, only showing Quan Jing's side face.

The girl was holding a guitar in her hand, and there was a score in front of her. She looked peaceful and peaceful.

(End of this chapter)