The rich and powerful: the first lady of Mo Shao

Chapter 111 Received a report
Leng Yan went back to the dance room on the second floor, but Lisa hadn't come back yet. Several students were dozing off on the rest platform, while the big black frame was holding a song score, and their lips were moving up and down-this seriousness, like a student who just entered the classroom obedient students.

Seeing that such an outstanding student with the big black frame is working so hard, one can imagine the pressure on the students of the popular group who are at the bottom in front of this group of bel canto group and ethnic group students.

She walked to the locker, took out the music score from her bag, looked at the points that needed attention marked by Mr. Jingba on the score and sorted it out in her brain, but she felt that her thinking was limited.

The big black frame stood up from the rest platform, saw Leng Yan holding the music score and reading silently, listened quietly for a while, and pointed out sharply, "You bite your tongue too hard, it will give people a sense of nondescript rap, singing skills It's just an auxiliary way of singing, what singing really needs to convey is an emotion..."

The big black frame analyzed it head to head, and then pointed to Leng Yan's songbook and gave some guidance. His insights made Leng Yan's limited thinking suddenly clear-this guy didn't see it, he was quite enthusiastic Yes!

"Thank you!" The big black frame's guidance benefited Leng Yan a lot, but the big black frame directly denied her thanks, "Don't thank me, I'm just afraid that you will slow down Transsion."

Leng Yan's embarrassed smile froze on his face—there are more and more megalomaniacs these days, is she that bad?
The more frustrated, the more courageous, this is her creed in life, and she still doesn't believe that these people can beat her to death with a stick.

The training in the afternoon was still leg pressing, foot pressing and shoulder pushing. Lisa sat leisurely on the rest table, holding a book, while a group of trainees did these movements for half an hour each according to her requirements.

Leng Yan grasped two dumbbells sideways and did shoulder pushing exercises. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the name of Teacher Lisa's book "The Girl in the Strange House". It suddenly fell from the hand, and the floor slammed loudly. The students stopped their movements and turned their eyes to the flustered Leng Yan.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Leng Yan bent down to pick up the dumbbell on the ground, Lisa put the book on the side of the rest table, stood up, and walked in front of her, "Fizzy, what the hell?"

Can she really say hell?

Just now, she accidentally glanced at the face on the cover, and suddenly brought out the woman in the dark that she was about to forget, and she actually started to hallucinate again, seeing the girl's face on the cover as a photo of a girl—this kind of It just feels horrible!

Lisa shook her head helplessly, her gaze shifted from her face to her neck, and she raised her eyebrows slightly, "Supporting authentic products and resisting pirated versions have been shouted for so many years, you children don't take it seriously at all—it seems Silver necklaces are good-looking, but the consequences of this inferior metal definitely outweigh the disadvantages!"

"Ms. Lisa really has sharp eyes, and she saw this as a fake at a glance." Leng Yan found the right time to flatter her, and at the same time reached out and stuffed the necklace into the neckline.

Teacher Lisa saw that Leng Yan looked at the necklace like a baby, and sighed softly, "You little girls just like to see fake things as real, but the real thing is in front of you, but you don't see it at all." not come out."

Leng Yan didn't quite agree with Lisa's words - although she wore a fake necklace, it was filled with Zhao Xiaomin's sincere heart for herself.

Lisa looked at the dumbbells in her hands hanging by her side, and listened to her instructor's cold words with a obedient expression, and patted her on the shoulder, "Continue to train-the character of a little daughter-in-law like you should be changed. Yes, but the national audience, show some courage and momentum."

What Teacher Lisa said is right. She really lacks the courage and momentum to support her spirit.Maybe it was because she was used to it, she would only make some protesting sounds when she was extremely angry, but to the other party, it was just a kitten scratching someone, which was not painful.

At 3:15 in the afternoon, there was a noisy sound downstairs, and a few minutes later, the sound of crisp footsteps came from the aisle.

At this time, a group of students in the dance studio on the second floor were lining up at the drinking fountain to receive water.

Lisa was still sitting on the lounge table and reading a book leisurely, and said coldly that she was "taken care of" by Lisa, and she was still holding dumbbells and doing shoulder pushing exercises.

A group of green-clothed police officers entered without invitation, and the leader of the police looked stern, "I received a report that some employees of Transsion have hidden and used drugs. Please consciously cooperate with our inspection and take out your personal belongings..."

drug?A group of students looked at each other, and Lisa couldn't hold back her temper. She put down her books and stood up from the rest platform, "Officer, you are joking! These students have been training under my nose all day long. They are alive and kicking. I don't know if they are taking drugs or not." Is it? This must be another reporter from a media company maliciously attacking us on Transsion..."

"We are just acting impartially. If there is a report, we will naturally conduct a search." The leader of the police looked at Lisa with a disdainful face, "Please also actively cooperate with our inspection to avoid unnecessary trouble."

This is really the first time for Lisa to encounter such a thing. Although there have been reports of arrests for drug use in this circle, it has never happened in Transsion—the artists of Transsion have always upheld integrity, and even scandals have never happened. It rarely appears.

But she couldn't resist the current inspection. After all, she was a government department, and money had always been difficult to control power, so she automatically handed over her personal belongings.

Several police officers opened their shoulder bags and wallets, shook the contents on the ground, and even spread out the napkins one by one to check. Seeing the items scattered all over the floor, it was like robbers entering the village.

No suspicious evidence was found in the personal belongings, and the leading policeman began to check the watches and jewelry worn by the students. Naturally, the necklace that was said coldly could not escape the fate of inspection.

Leng Yan watched everyone's jewelry being pried open by these rough policemen with sharp blades, and she suddenly became nervous. She didn't want this necklace symbolizing friendship to be removed from her neck.

The policeman grabbed the necklace she took off from her neck, sharpened it a few times with a blade, and said coldly and distressed: "Officer, my necklace is so thin, how could it be possible to hide drugs?"

I don't know who said something behind the scenes, "A broken high imitation, what's so distressing!"

Hearing that it was a fake, the police mercilessly scratched off the letter on it with a blade, pinched the hollow letter, then pried it in with the blade, stretched out his hand coldly, trying to stop this move, "No... this necklace is very precious to me."

The policeman pushed away the cold words, "Miss, please don't interfere with our office work, otherwise you will be convicted of disrupting official business."

(End of this chapter)