Just praise Song Xiao's words, without repeating them.

What an interesting person.

Song Ci thinks she probably understands that grandfather-uncle likes grandmother-uncle so much.

After chatting for a while, it was time to eat.

My uncle and grandmother are eating here.

After dinner, the two will go home with Yun Feixiao.

The old man and Grandma Song wanted them to live here directly.

However, it seems that if they have a guest coming tomorrow, they are going back today.

Song Ci looked at Song Xiao and felt that he should remind Song Xiao that it was time for him to act.

However, Song Xiao was faster than her.

Yun Fei laughed that they were going to leave, and immediately followed and gave away.

Not to the door, but to drive the people back.

Song Ci: "..."

Excellent!

Can only dedicate her applause!

After spending two days in the old house, Song Ci had to go to school again.

This time, Song Ci finally got his wish and drove to school by himself.

Because she got the key from Song Xiao.

However, when the car drove to the entrance of the school, her car was stopped.

The security at the door was also annoyed. Didn’t you know that Yanjing University, foreign vehicles cannot enter the school?

You think you are the prince of the Song family!

However, when the security guard rushed over and took a look, he found that the person driving was not someone else, but the prince of the Song family whom he had just suddenly used as a metaphor.

Embarrassing, super invincible embarrassment.

To say that Cao Cao will be there is nothing short of nasty.

"Wait a moment, I'll open the road block right away." The security guard's attitude was surprisingly good. After speaking, he saw Song Ci nodding his head and immediately ran back to clear the road block.

The road block was opened, Song Ci drove smoothly into the school, and then parked the car in the parking space inside the school.

After getting off the bus, Song Ci walked to the classroom.

After entering the classroom, Song Ci could clearly feel that the spirits of the students seemed not very good.

Of course it’s not good, it’s very bad.

They lined up for two days of cantata.

The point is, I still don't sing well.

This is like a beeping dog.

Sure enough, is the artistic expressiveness of their class really hopeless?

Why can't God father love them once.

...

Entertainment unit.

Here is responsible for sorting out the programs registered by each class, then registering and re-registering, and then sorting it into the host's desk book.

There are half of the male and female hosts, so the list is also scattered.

It's almost in this format.

One is in charge of the male host, then the second is the female host.

The kind that the male host is in charge of over and over again.

The minister of the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment is named Liang Boyan.

At this time, he was watching the program handed in by each class.

Until he saw the chorus in the first grade of high school, Liang Boyan suddenly remembered that year and that month, in a sunny morning, he was knocked down by someone.

There was another ordinary evening when he was ruined by others.

Whenever he thought of it, he felt it was a shame.

Now when he sees this class in the first grade of high school, he feels that he remembers more clearly.

Therefore, Liang Boyan felt that he should do something.

He wouldn't die if he didn't do it, but he was not reconciled.

Therefore, after doing nothing, Liang Boyan took a pen and scribbled a line on the paper.

After finishing writing, Liang Boyan looked at what he had written, and was quite satisfied.

He deliberately changed the left handwriting, so he shouldn't be able to tell it was written by him.