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25, Chapter 25(3/3)

Cheng Yu glanced at him.

Picking up the lychees in the fruit bowl, he peeled one and said: "Interview with the club, Xue Youka, are you still carrying private goods?"

What kind of private goods are included...

He was speechless for a moment: "That's what it says in the interview script. If you don't want to answer, then we'll let it pass."

Cheng Yu turned his head and stared at him deeply, then looked away after a few seconds: "There used to be one, but now there is no more."

Xue Youka said "Oh" and continued to read out the next question.

Soon, after asking these questions and pressing the recorder, Xue Youka was about to stand up. He glanced at the bottle of drink on the table and rolled his eyes: "Hey, senior, this is the lemonade I bought specially for you. You

Don’t you want to drink?”

"I never eat lemons."

"This is lemonade."

"No."

"Oh." Xue Youka felt regretful and was about to leave when he saw the canvas bag again.

"By the way, senior, can you sign a few autographs for me?" He took out ten albums and a gold signature pen from his canvas bag.

"Did you buy it?"

"Uh-huh!"

Cheng Yu took the albums and pen. These albums had not been opened yet. He tore them open one by one and signed them carefully. Xue Youka was reading the messages nearby and happened to see a new voice message.

He was a senior from the club who had added friends but rarely sent messages. Xue Youka opened it with confidence and was not afraid of the embarrassment that happened last time with senior Tian Ai.

"Xiaoka, Xiaoka, the sorority is confirmed, confirmed. It will be next Saturday night. The address is at the Holiday Inn. Then we will gather together and take a taxi there."

Cheng Yu's ears perked up.

"There are many freshmen girls who are very beautiful. I have seen all their photos."

Cheng Yu held the signature pen and made a deep mark on the album cover paper.

Friendship?

Holiday Inn?

Do we need to go to a hotel for serious socializing???

Cheng Yu's face darkened and he threw away the album.

"Senior, have you signed it?" Xue Youka picked it up and saw that one of the names was particularly ugly, and there were five more that were not signed.

"Senior, how many of these...?"

"No more signing."

Seeing Cheng Yu's face, Xue Youka scratched his head and said, "Oh." He stood up with five albums and knocked on the door of the rehearsal room.

Lin Shimao opened the door.

"Amao...Teacher, can you sign a few names for me?"

Lin Shimao didn't even notice Cheng Yu's livid face. He took the album and started signing it: "You bought so many of our albums. Which song is your favorite?"

Xue Youka just listened to the live show once, and didn’t search for their songs, and couldn’t remember their names. Hearing this, he said: “I like them all!!”

Lin Shimao: "Most of it was written by Turbo, and he also made our program. He played all the strings and stuff in it himself. He is very good."

Xue Youka didn't answer, thinking that no matter how powerful he was, he was still a black-faced monster.

After Lin Shimao finished signing, Xue Youka stuffed the signed album into the canvas bag, smiling so hard that his eyes were bent: "Thank you, Teacher Amao, I'll leave first!"

He said hello to the two people rehearsing inside, said "bye" to Cheng Yu politely, and then left straight away.

Old K sent him to the elevator: "Junior! Come and play when you have time."

"Okay, senior." He walked into the elevator, thinking he would never come back again.

Old K took out his mobile phone: "Can we add WeChat easily?"

"Okay." Xue Youka's popularity has been surprisingly good since he came to T University. He often meets people of both genders who want to add him on WeChat. Usually he ignores people who strike up a conversation on the street, but he does it if he is a classmate or a member of a club or someone he thinks is a nice person.

nod.

Rehearsal room.

Cheng Yu thought about the hotel party and angrily opened the lemon drink on the table.

He raised his head and took a sip. The sour taste of the fruit drink numbed his taste nerves. Cheng Yu's expression was instantly distorted, and the hand holding the drink bottle was shaking uncontrollably.
Chapter completed!
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