The tired smile on Zhang Heping's face gradually faded away. He asked cautiously: "Teacher Lan, can you understand, Xu Rong and Stanni, what is the relationship between?"

"It is that he is likely to reach the height of Steini in the future."

Zhang Heping was stunned for a long while, Xu Rong could reach Steini's height. He felt that the old man was joking with himself.

However, he looked at Master Zhu Xu, who was blocked at the other end of the corridor as the door god, and rose a strong uneasiness in his heart.

This uneasiness immediately made him realize that his decision was about to pay a painful price, but he still said unreasonably: "Yes, how much possibility?"

"At least 70 %."

Zhang Heping's eyes widened a little bit. After standing for a few seconds, he picked up the keys on the table, and ran out of the office without looking back.

The goal of the Human Art Construction Academy is to "build a world -class theater". Now, although he has not fully understood what is going on, the possibility of human arts becomes a world -class theater. It seems that it has arrived.

A 70 % probability is compared to the master of Shittani.

At noon dinner, when Xiao Zhang came to the stairs with the meal, he looked at Zhu Xubo, who was lying on the staircase, and two security guards like a javelin, and stopped subconsciously.

On the other side, Grandpa Lamada and two security guards guarded in the same gesture.

The state of security made her seem to know each other.

Xiao Zhang was about to come forward to talk, a security guard reached out to stop her, whispered: "Mr. Zhang, sorry, now the Xu team has important jobs, no one can disturb."

This is their division of labor and Zhu Xu. When they encounter them who can stop them, they can't stop the old man.

Xiao Zhang did not dare to break, and the battle and "important work", "No disturbance" made her think of a lot.

On the other side of the corridor, Lan Tianye sat straight and looked at the security guard on one side: "How long have you stopped?"

The security guard looked down at the time: "Yes, there is one and a half an hour."

Lan Tianye stood up uneasily. Xu Rong has been trying various lines since returning to the office in the rehearsal hall, but more than an hour ago, there was no half -sentence sound in the room.

Solid word.

He seemed to have encountered some trouble.

In the office, Xu Rong was on the ground. He did encounter trouble. The core of his lines was qi, but the flow of qi was restricted by the physical condition. For example, he curled up a sound of a very powerful move.

This seems to be a conflict of self -conflict.

"ah."

"oh."

"Together."

After trying a few times in a row, Xu Rong got up again, walked to the table, and watched the dense content on the notebook, caught in thought.
Chapter completed!