Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Zhao Tong persuaded her: "Forget it, Lulu, don't mess with Wen Qiao. I think she is very powerful now. I'm just afraid that the more you mess with her, the worse you will end up."

A cold light flashed in Xu Lu's eyes: "Can she still have the ability to reach the sky with three heads and six arms?"

Zhao Tong was also speechless.

Although Wen Qiao has some identities that can be considered bluffing, in school, she is still the ordinary college student who racked her brains with their members of the small broken club to think about how to promote folk music and how to integrate Chinese and Western music.

Spring is blooming, and the cherry blossoms in front of the folk music Little Red House and the magnolias of Haicheng complement each other. Several people sit on the second floor round terrace and practice the song.

The play is Tchaikovsky's [The Nutcracker], the cheerful and humorous style, the sea of ​​flowers in the spring, everyone is very happy.

While resting, Wen Qiao heard footsteps from far to near.

Lu Youyou looked around and saw that the uninvited guest was Jin Xuan.

It was the betrayer Jin Xuan who saw the wind and turned the rudder, saw the decline of folk music and kicked away his original major without mercy, and turned into the arms of the western music viola.

"Yo, rare guest, what is your classmate doing?"

Seeing that Jin Xuan, who used to be arrogant and bossy in front of them in the past, is now humbled and petite, "President Lu."

Lu Youyou digged her ears: "Ah? President Lu? Did I hear this wrong? Just say something if you have something to say, don't make a fool of me."

Jin Xuan said cautiously, "That's right. It wasn't until I left the folk music department and didn't play erhu for a long time that I realized that I still care about folk music and erhu."

Wen Qiao lowered her head and smiled. It's high-sounding, but this person is not honest.

Of course Lu Youyou won't give her face: "Folk folk music? Erhu? It's because I failed the final exam last semester, and I didn't pass the viola grade this semester, so I remembered the folk music that you abandoned long ago?"

Jin Xuan, who was exposed, couldn't hang on her face, "Anyway, I heard that if I want to come back, I have to pass the approval of President Lu from your side. You shouldn't embarrass me. Anyway, it's from the same root."

Lu Youyou rolled his eyes mercilessly: "I don't dare to be, I don't dare to be born with the same roots as you, the top Western Lego student."

"Yuyou...Aren't you going to spare no effort to promote folk music? Wouldn't it be a good thing for one more person to join this big family?"

Lu Youyou's expression became serious: "We are promoting folk music, but we won't take the grass. We hope that the folk music department are all people who love folk music from the bottom of their hearts, Jin Xuan, you climbed high branches when folk music was the most difficult time. Son, it was you who started at that time. After you, the folk music department, which had a small number of people, turned a lot to Western music. Folk music was difficult to support, and it was almost a relationship. You still try your best to look down on folk music, forget? You are still there We have shouted many times in front of us, and if I don’t have a good memory, I will tell you again, you, we will definitely not accept it. Now that you have transferred to the viola, you should improve your viola skills. If you can’t, drop out of school and take the college entrance examination again. "

Jin Xuan's face was as pale as paper.

Retake the high school entrance exam? This is really scary.

Lu Youyou got up and patted her on the shoulder: "In the adult world, if you make the wrong choice, you will definitely pay the price, think about it yourself."

"But..." Jin Xuan still wanted to say something.

"You can go." Lu Youyou's eyes were firm.