The little sweetie of the black-bellied king

Chapter 456 Things You Don’t Want People to Know

"Some things you might not want people to know." Chu Danzhi twisted An Ran from time to time to brush the hair on his neck.

"Hmm..." Listening to the voice inside, An Ran felt that this "celadon" was Feng Ling.

An Ran found a new thing, took the computer and clicked on other things to listen to it, she thought it sounded good, and although there was no picture, just listening to the voice of the person inside, the words were very visual, and it was not the same as watching TV or watching movies. Same, different feeling.

When I went to school the next day, Zhou Wenxi asked her if she heard it, and she said yes, but she didn't say that she also sounded like Feng Ling's voice, because Chu Danzhi said that maybe she didn't want people to know, Zhou Wenxi listened She was a little disappointed when she said that, and she muttered that it would be great if it was celadon.

In the morning, An Ran still had time to go to the school’s cultural and art festival with Zhou Wenxi and a few other friends, but in the afternoon, she had no time and was called to prepare. Because there were so many people, there were only a few make-up artists hired. , she didn't seem to be wandering around with a painted face from the beginning, she went straight back, and then ran to other places for a walk.

The literary and art committee found her and said to her, "I went to see the guzheng, and when I turned around, you disappeared again. I spent another half an hour looking for you. Do you think this time is a waste of time?"

An Ran has already looked around, "There is no rush."

"Who says there's no rush, don't look at it's still early, it's not like you didn't see how many people were backstage just now, and you hired a make-up artist in total. There are twenty people alive in the dance team of a class, you said you wait for them When you are finished, when will you be transformed and just come on stage like this?"

An Ran was amazed by the mouth of the literary and art committee member, and he hadn't seen how capable he was at ordinary times.

Seeing that An Ran was looking at him, the art committee wrinkled his face, "Look what I'm doing? I've already made an appointment with a make-up artist, I'll make it up for you first, and when you're done, sit aside and rest, and then I'll make it up." Let someone bring you the Guzheng, you can see for yourself, I don’t know that very well either.”

An Ran was forced to go to the backstage full of people again, the small backstage was crowded and noisy, as if the backstage was going to be destroyed.

The literary and art committee member called An Ran, but it was too loud, and An Ran couldn’t pay attention. He didn’t hear it until he called An Ran three times. , don’t get squeezed by people, don’t run around anymore, be careful if you run around again, I’ll go directly to the radio to find someone.”

"Understood." An Ran replied lazily.

The literary and art committee member strode out, An Ran looked at him, saw him take two steps and then fell back.

An Ran was taken aback, and someone grabbed her wrist, and the literary and art committee member muttered: "I don't trust you, I will arrange it for you."

While talking, the literary and art committee searched around, and arranged An Ran behind a prop. The prop was huge, and there was a gap of one and a half people behind it, so it couldn't be squeezed together with other people.

The literary and art committee was very satisfied with this place, and reminded An Ran again, "Stop running around, run around again...huh."

What does he mean, An Ran saw the thin body of the literary and art committee member squeezed in the crowd, almost pushed forward by others.

An Ran stood still, her eyes wandering around to see if there was anyone she knew, she saw two boys with red faces walking past her, smiling at each other's red faces.

(End of this chapter)