Chapter 642 (2/2)

Feng Yulin watched the curtain fall, his hand gripping the armrest of his chair tightly.

He only had eyes for Ling Jue, and all he saw was Ling Jue.

His expression was solemn, sorrowful, and immersed in pain. Everything was captured in his eyes.

“thank you for the performance Cla.s.s A 1 gave us. Now, let’s welcome all the junior brothers and sisters to the stage. ”

“Wow! There’s more! ”

Ling Jue was about to take off her headgear when she heard the host’s words. She looked at Ouyang Ye in surprise. “There’s more? ”

“I don’t know. ” Ouyang Ye, who had already unb.u.t.toned his s.h.i.+rt, was at a loss.

“HURRY UP AND PUT IT ON! ” Lu Yilie quickly put on the pants he had taken off

Immediately, there was a clamor from the back.

…

There was a group of people standing on the stage. Ling Jue tried her best to reduce her presence and stood at the back.

The host asked with a smile, “who would like to say a few words? ”

“Ling Jue! Ling Jue! ”

Ling Jue, who had just hidden at the back, was speechless

She walked forward, and the host immediately handed the microphone to her. “Junior, are you satisfied with the Orientation Party this time? Are You satisfied with your performance? ”

Ling Jue looked at Feng Yulin who was sitting below. The corners of her lips curled up. “Not bad. ”

The host smiled and asked again, “not bad, then I’m not too satisfied. ”

Ling Jue turned to look at him. Was He trying to cause trouble?

“If Ling Jue is not satisfied, it will be the school anniversary in a while. We really hope that Ling Jue and the juniors from Cla.s.s A 1 will be able to perform even better. ”

[ AH AH AH, this host is making things difficult for my Lord Jue! LET HIM GO! Let me do it! ]

[ my Lord Jue looks so cute when he’s confused! Think X ]

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The reduction was from the previous 10 chapters to 6-8 chapters. The quality would definitely not decrease. I love this book more than you guys. I spent half a year to let it go from one word to 700,000 words, and I worked hard to update it every day. But this month, the royalties I received were not enough to eat a piece of meat. If I continue to work so hard to write, do you think it’s still necessary I’m already 70 Jin Hungry, a 165-year-old daughter. Speaking of which, it’s sad. I don’t know if it’s because I didn’t write well, so once I received money, there weren’t many people. My editor doesn’t love me anymore. After it went on the shelves, there were recommendations for those who were not as good as me. I was also very desperate, ah.

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