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

This Thanksgiving, they actually agreed to merge the two major departments into one grand finale show.

Zhuang Yan agreed to join.

Wen Qiao specifically asked Fu Nanli for his opinion. Mr. Fu was very objective and reasonable in other matters, but there was always a hurdle in his heart that he couldn't overcome when it came to Wen Qiao's first love, or his first crush. .

But the little girl stared at him sincerely and asked him, "I hope there will be no barriers and grudges between Eastern and Western music." To raise it to such a high level, he disagreed, because it would be a hindrance to the integration of Eastern and Western cultures.

"Okay." Young Master Fu could say this with gritted teeth.

Wen Qiao went to rehearse.

Zhuang Yan was chosen for the violin, and Song Yu was chosen for the piano. There was still a cello missing.

Lu Youyou sat on the terrace and coughed lightly: "Although I hate Zhao Tong very much, I heard that her piano skills have improved a lot recently and she is considered to be the best in the cello class. I can ignore the past and invite her to attend this meeting." concert."

So, Zhao Tong received Lu Youyou's invitation.

Naturally, Zhao Tong couldn't miss this opportunity to verbally attack Lu Youyou.

Lu Youyou slapped the table: "Don't put on airs. There are many cello players. If you don't participate, I will find someone else."

Zhao Tong: "Is this your attitude? You are so arrogant when asking for help, Lu Youyou, is there anyone like you?"

"To put it mildly, whether you participate or not, it's all for the good of the school, and it doesn't mean you're selling my face, okay?"

Zhao Tong: "Then you are not allowed to scold me in the future. I will think about it."

"Hey, eldest sister, are you being unreasonable? When was the first time you didn't have fun first?"

"You're here again."

"As long as you don't stir up trouble, I won't cause trouble for you, okay?"

Zhao Tong said proudly: "Then I will reluctantly agree to you."

Zhao Tong agreed to Lu Youyou, and when he returned to the dormitory in the evening, he told Xu Lu, who rarely came back to stay once.

When Xu Lu heard this, she looked at her in disbelief: "You promised them to attend the Thanksgiving concert?"

"Yes, I agreed. It is a comprehensive program organized by the school. Both folk music and Western music are included. Zhuang Yan also participated."

Xu Lu looked at her aggrievedly and angrily: "You clearly know that Wen Qiao and I don't want to deal with each other, but you switch sides and side with them. Where do you put me?"

Zhao Tong was a little anxious: "It's not all for Wen Qiao. The chief planner of this show is the school's professor, who is the conductor..."

"Tongtong, you disappoint me so much. Why do we want to join in the same trap with people from Minle?"

"That's not... that's not what I said. In fact, each has its own beauty. Wen Qiao and the others have never played Western music..."

Xu Lu's face was pale and her whole body was cold. She stared at Xu Lu in disbelief: "Even you were taken back by them. Very good, very good. I'm the only one. It's me who is out of place and my narrow-mindedness. That's enough." ?"

After saying that, he took his bag and rushed out of the classroom.

Zhao Tong was helpless and annoyed.

Because it was the end of November and it was late at night, the path at the back door of the school was already deserted. She tightened her coat tightly and felt resentful. How could she dare to believe that even Zhao Tong had been bribed by Wen Qiao? There are no supporters around anymore.

She didn't understand what was good about Wen Qiao.

At the entrance of the alley not far away, she saw familiar people, Dong Yao and Lu Youyou.

The two of them were holding hands, and Xu Lu immediately found a thick tree to cover her body.