Chapter 642
Chapter 642: Chapter 644: He’s so cute, he misses X
Author: Filthy MACHINE TRANSLATION
Zhu Yingtai’s face instantly turned pale. She stood in front of the tombstone, tears immediately rolling down her face.
“Uncle Shan… ”
Her slender fingers caressed his tombstone, her eyes already red.
“What are you doing? ! Quickly Help Madam onto the Sedan Chair! ” Marvin stood at the back, his face full of anger …
“Yes, yes, yes! ” The servants quickly went to help her.
“Don’t touch me! ! ” Zhu Yingtai struggled, a crazy smile on his face. “Uncle Shan, I’m coming… ”
And the zither’s voice also became low, like the strings of a zither wailing.
“Don’t touch my young miss! ! ” Lian Xin went to push those people away, but was pushed aside by Marvin.
“Uncle Shan, is that you? ” At this time, a butterfly flew out of the tomb.
Zhu Yingtai suddenly smiled as she chased after the butterfly step by step. “Uncle Shan, I’m coming… ”
She quickly chased after it and also turned into a butterfly… …
And the backstage staff released two fake butterflies and used silk threads to pull them away from the scene. Ai Zhiqi also retreated behind the scenes.
“SISTER! ! ”
“DAUGHTER! ”
“…”
The Zhu family members who heard about the accident in front ran up and saw that their family members were gone. They were in great pain.
And Marvin seemed to have lost his soul. He stood there for a long time without coming back to his senses.
And Lian Xin, who was sitting on the ground, smiled. “Miss, you finally have your happiness… ”
The music stopped, and the curtain gradually pulled down. Everything was settled.
[ Oh my God, I’m crying. ]
[ I’m also crying, Woah Woah, so pitiful. ]
[ this acting skill is better than many people now. ]
[ the entire Class A 1 can debut! ! ]
[ supporting class a 1 to debut, especially little brother Ling Jue. Hahaha, I’ll definitely buy his album, buy his posters! Lick the screen every day! ]
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 Class 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 unbuttoned his shirt, 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 Class 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.