The little sweetie of the black-bellied king

Chapter 440

Chattering and chattering for half a class, finally began to vote, An Ran looked at the above programs, and felt that as long as it was not her own, she raised her hand in every program, and finally the monitor found out, "An Ran, which one do you like?" ? Why is everyone raising their hands?"

"I like all of them."

"You can't lift them all!"

"Oh."

An Ran looked at the number of votes on the back of each program on the blackboard, from the original leisurely and carefree, to the end slowly turning black, because two-thirds of her current class did not raise their hands.

The classmate behind smiled and came over and said, "Haha, do you think I'm right?"

An Ran killed him with a look.

Just in time, the squad leader said again, "Okay, I don't need to say too much about this program, raise your hand if you want An Ran to play the zither!"

Ha la la a group, those who had never raised their hands before raised their hands, the key point is that those who had raised their hands before also raised their hands, and at a glance, they were densely packed with hands.

An Ran's entire face darkened.

"You raise your hand too!" An Ran looked at Li Lian at the same table.

Li Lian said maliciously: "Who knows if your certificate is fake? I'm going to raise my hand, and I'm going to raise both hands." After speaking, Li Lian also raised her other hand.

When An Ran looked over, many people smiled triumphantly, even Zhou Wenxi, who was sitting in front, twisted her neck to look at her, and even shook her raised hand.

The squad leader couldn't help laughing, and looked at the black-faced An Ran, "An Ran, I don't need to count the votes."

An Ran is suffering and cannot tell now.

The squad leader accepts it when he sees it, "Okay, okay, this is the program for our class. When the time comes, the literary and art committee will discuss with An Ran. If there is anything missing from An Ran, just tell An Ran and we will arrange it."

An Ran's teeth itch with hatred, but she still can't say anything.

After class was over, Zhou Wenxi walked over with a smile, "An Ran, we'll see if our class wins an award."

An Ran rolled her eyes.

"Don't, look for yourself. There were a few people who didn't raise their hands just now. If I didn't raise my hands, it wouldn't make me look special. I was also forced." Zhou Wenxi said very reasonable.

Li Lian looked over and said, "Although it's a party, there are still scores and scores. No.1 has a bonus of 1000 yuan, which is used as a class construction."

An Ran looked puzzled, and there was a bonus.

"It was opened the year before last, and it is said that this can stimulate the enthusiasm of the students." Zhou Wenxi explained, and patted An Ran on the shoulder, "Come on, I'll help you find out what programs are arranged by other classes."

"You just want to know what the show is." An Ran did not hesitate to pierce Zhou Wenxi's little thought.

Li Lian sneered beside her, and said something like a nymphomaniac.

Zhou Wenxi turned around and made a pistol gesture, pointed at Li Lian, and let out a bang.

Later, after each class, the literary and art committee members came to ask her what song she wanted to choose. An Ran had no intention of performing at all, she was just rushing to the shelves, let alone selecting a song, she had no preparation at all.

After asking several times, the literary and art committee saw that An Ran's expression was really bad, so he also withdrew, and asked her to call her for something before leaving.

When I go back at night in the early days, I rarely hear the sound of the qin coming from the house, and I play it so chaotically. An Ran didn’t bring the zither at home. Surprised, so leisurely.

(End of this chapter)