Chapter 743: Are you not moved?

Han Qilu was surprised for a while: "When did you two become so good?"
"You don't need to worry about it!" An Chuxia squinted at him, and was about to run in.
When the performance can be successfully concluded, her heart is also let go.
But when she took the first step, the whole person was dragged back by Han Qilu and forced to look at him face to face.
Wan Lai was silent, everyone including the security guards also went in to watch the show, here, there were only two of them.
A heart beats quickly.
"An Chuxia, don't you feel moved?" Han Qilu asked like a little wife.
"Moved?" An Chuxia rolled her eyes, thinking about accepting 999 roses inexplicably just now, all she has is consternation, consternation, or consternation!
Coupled with the later Han Qilu said "Although you are not good at playing", what does it mean that she is not good at playing? ! She just feels ashamed to lose her home, okay? !
"I'm not touched?" Han Qilu raised his eyebrows, and said unhappily: "The young master ran to Beijing and begged his uncle for a long time before he agreed to give it to me! Moreover, he almost missed your show, you said , You are not moved at all?"
It takes more than an hour to fly from City A to Beijing, and you have to go in person, which shows that the uncle did not agree at first. An Chuxia was stunned for a moment, she really hadn't considered this. She only thought that these people, Han Qilu only needed a phone call to call.
Han Qilu stared at her for a long while, then said softly: "Forget it, forget it, just as the young master has spent his mind on the white-eyed wolf."
With that said, Han Qilu raised his foot to leave.
After a few steps, he stopped, turned his head and stared at An Chuxia's eyes and said, "An Chuxia, won't you stop Laozi?!"
It is not "this young master" but "I", which shows that he is really a little unhappy.
What should I do if the young master is unhappy as a maid?
What can we do? Coax!
An Chuxia put on a cheerful smile and leaned forward: "Master, you have a large number of adults, am I afraid that I can't stop you? Don't be angry."
She coaxed with a child-coaxing tone. Han Qilu was very helpful. His tight facial contour eased a little, and he glanced at An Chuxia and said, "White-eyed wolf!"
"Sure, I am a white-eyed wolf." An Chuxia said, climbing on his arm: "You can't care about animals, right?"
Han Qilu was no longer angry at all, and took her shoulders and said, "Have you ever called yourself a brute like this?"
"Wolves are not beasts..." An Chuxia responded lowly.
"Sure." Han Qilu didn't intend to continue arguing with her, freed up a hand and pinched her chin with just the right amount of force: "Just say it, are you moved?"
He seems to be particularly obsessed with this problem, like a child.
An Chuxia's eyes were smiling: "I'm touched, I'm touched, my eldest master? Almost touched to death!"
Han Qilu got the answer he wanted, no matter how perfunctory the answer was, he nodded solemnly: "Then since I am moved, I should always be rewarded for my efforts, don't you think?"
How could this handsome face close at hand make her feel cheating?
Seeing that she didn't answer, Han Qilu asked again, "Is it?"
"Yes, yes!" An Chuxia nodded repeatedly.
She didn't dare to make him angry at this moment, after all... she was really moved in her heart.
"Success!" Han Qilu let go of her, and said sternly, "Then you can give me back now."
"..."
What!
Seeing her look confused, Han Qilu sighed and said helplessly, "You fool!"
"Hey... why did you scold me again suddenly?"
As soon as the voice fell, Han Qilu's lips had already closed her lips, and the soft touch made her eyes widened.
She finally understood that this was the so-called return.
It was daytime, and the sky could not see the stars, but she felt that the whole sky was covered with stars.
Okay, Han Qilu. She said in her heart.
When I returned to the sports hall, the host just finished the report. Mo Xinwei was the first to appear, wearing her tube top and white short skirt, and was making a phone call with her mobile phone.
The story is about the heroine who went on a blind date, but got a wrong date, but ended up with the person who got the wrong date. The sketch caused everyone's burst of laughter, and no one seemed to remember Xiang Mankui's appearance just now.
Eighteen programs finally ended before school. However, when An Chuxia and Han Qilu walked out of the Sports Art Center, the principal stepped forward: "You two, come with me."
The headmaster's expression was very serious, An Chuxia hurriedly followed, but Han Qilu still had that calm look.
Walking all the way to the principal's office, the principal's expression turned around one hundred and eighty degrees. He not only poured tea for them himself, but also sat down beside them kindly.
what's going on?
Holding the tea cup, An Chuxia didn't dare to drink, and asked nervously, "Principal, what are you looking for with us?"
The principal then cut to the main topic: "Isn't this... not advocating early love? You made a sensation just now. I was afraid of causing bad reactions, so I brought you here to take a form."
That's it.
An Chuxia immediately stood up and apologized: "We are not right..."
"No, no." The principal waved his hand again and again: "Chu Xia classmate, just walk the situation, you sit down, let's drink tea and chat."
The principal looked very kind, which in the past, An Chuxia didn't dare to think about it.
Han Qilu on the side asked at this moment, "I'm asking one thing."
"You ask, you ask." The principal still smiled.
The principal said so, and Han Qilu went straight to the topic: "Why did Xiang Mankui come to Sidilan as a music teacher?"
The principal looked at him and seemed scrupulous, but in the end he said, "Although Stellan is the most famous royal academy in China, it also has competitors. So we decided to increase the school's enrollment rate, that is... The use of art students has greatly increased the rate of entering schools."
"Therefore, we issued a recruitment notice, and Miss Xiang came to apply. She is actually just a cover as a music teacher. What we need is her to promote the professionalism of art students."
After the explanation was completed, Han Qilu suddenly realized: "It turns out that Sidilan is also worried about the rate of enrollment?"
Most people here, even if they can't even pass the college entrance examination, can be sent directly to universities abroad. But as a school, the most important thing is the rate of enrollment.
After all, the future of the world will be led by those who are truly capable, not those who rely on their own family assets and sit back and forth.
The principal resumed his smiling expression: "It's better not to talk about these things."