Chapter 1792

Feng Yumian must have said this, but he couldn't help but draw up the corners of his lips. If this is the case, it would be really great.

She didn't like song Xiaoyu. She was extremely disgusted. She was really very comfortable in her heart to take such a vicious breath. If song Xiaoyu could not participate in the competition, according to her own level, she would definitely be able to get the first prize, although the purpose of the competition was to let everyone learn skills. Since it was a competition, of course, it was to score points If you want to be a second place, it's better not to attend. Who can remember who the second place is, and she still wants to be the first in order to attract people's attention. Feng Yumian likes the feeling of the attention, so she must get the first place.

Gao Minmin bowed his head, leaned over and said, "Yumian, you really don't have to worry too much. Really, I also think song Xiaoyu is really out of action this time. You can wait to see the good play. You can look at this man. It's really interesting. What's wrong with him? This is not..."

Feng Yumian smiles and says nothing more.

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Song Xiaoyu's painting in his studio was splashed with paint. This kind of thing never happened in the school. The school pays close attention to it. It is very troublesome to deal with it. So many students are in good competition. This kind of underhand method is really not suitable for the development of their school. Once this matter is found out, it will be very troublesome, It must have been dropped out, so this is the first time.

However, before the school leaders' investigation, there was a rumor that song Xiaoyu, a talented girl in the oil painting department, had a little conflict with Feng Yumian of the color ink department. Song Xiaoyu actually did this kind of thing himself to frame up Feng Yumian, because each studio who was the last to leave locked the door, and song Xiaoyu and Cheng Jiahui went together, so this is what happened This must be the case.

Hearing this, Cheng Jiahui and Zhou Xi are going crazy in the dormitory.

"It's really despicable. How can we use such means? It's really hateful. It's really annoying." Cheng Jiahui said.

"Where did song Xiaoyu go

"Who knows? Who knows where she went? She just said that she would hand in her works before the deadline for registration. I really don't know what kind of situation she is in!" Cheng Jiahui just asked herself to ask for leave from her teacher, and then she left. In fact, she didn't know where she had gone. Who could have thought that after such a short period of time, Xiaoyu was framed as such. Feng Yumian is really resourceful.

The delivery time of the work is at two o'clock in the afternoon, and the class will begin soon.

The organizer of the competition also began to work on the manuscript. The director of the Department was very optimistic about song Xiaoyu. After looking for a circle of works, there was no song Xiaoyu. He could not help but feel that song Xiaoyu might have withdrawn from the competition.

As soon as the office door opened, director Wu pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked at Song Xiaoyu's painting and came in with his painting. "Teacher, I'll hand in the competition."

"Classmate, it's over." Said a woman teacher.

Song Xiaoyu looked at the clock in the office, "teacher, it's just 30 seconds away."

Director Wu looked at the child's face with oil paint on his face. The painting was not dry yet, so he obviously went to paint again.

"Song Xiaoyu, no more."

Song Xiaoyu nodded, "director Wu, thank you. I will study hard."

Out of the office, song Xiaoyu takes a deep breath. Her body is dirty and her face is covered with oil paint. Although it is normal to see students like her, especially male students, hanging paint on their jeans is the most normal thing, but the girls love to be clean. But when they see song Xiaoyu swaggering around in school with oil paint hanging like this, Everyone couldn't help laughing, "Hey, isn't that song Xiaoyu?"

"Yes, I don't know how to dress up. Nobody can understand the mind of learning hegemony."

"Yes, do you know about her and Feng Yumian?" Song Xiaoyu heard someone talking about it.

"Can she and Feng Yumian be at the same level? Don't be funny. Don't insult my goddess, OK? What is song Xiaoyu, a loser's

Song Xiaoyu didn't speak. She didn't hear that at that time. Song Xiaochen came to the Academy of fine arts to film. Because of her relationship with Chen Mingzhe, she came here to play a female role. The school is a place where gossip spreads very fast. Song Xiaochen also thinks it strange that her relationship with her cousin is really not shallow.

Oh, tell me about the song Xiaoyu, who used to look like a flower. How did she grow up and become this bear? She was really very poor. She heard that song Xiaoyu was disabled, and even she was tied to the school flower.

Song Xiaochen, surrounded by the crew, had a face-to-face with song Xiaoyu. Then song Xiaochen stopped and said, "Xiaoyu, are you ok?"

"Who is that man? How can he look like a star? And this temperament is good, it looks very good. ""Yes, I think it's very good. However, you can see what song Xiaoyu is standing in front of her. She looks like a pockmarked face. On weekdays, it's OK to look at Song Xiaoyu. You can see the beauty and ugliness by not comparing it with this."

Song Xiaoyu looks at Song Xiaochen.

In fact, song Xiaochen now has a little bit of fame, because in terms of dressing, this time he came to shoot another campus idol drama. Although song Xiaochen played a very, very bad bad woman, when she fixed her makeup, everyone didn't have a daughter's circle powder. She thought that the second girl was more beautiful than the first.

"Ah, it's song Xiaochen, a potential newcomer. Everyone thinks highly of her, and we all look forward to this play."

A reporter came to track the progress of the shooting. We didn't know what happened. Then we interviewed song Xiaochen, "Miss Song, do you know this girl?"

"Yes, she is my cousin, just me..."

Song Xiaoyu suddenly stepped forward, "you say, you say, you say, if you say it, I will tell you the relationship between you and Chen Mingzhe."

Song Xiaoyu said, and then close to his front, smile, can only let two people hear the voice of the mouth.

Song Xiaochen Leng Leng, but did not expect song Xiaoyu to know this matter, immediately with a very alert look at her.

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