Qiao Yu officially entered school on Monday, and the popularity of Weibo has also dropped.

Chongming did not have a special art examination class, so Qiao Yu was arranged to enter Class 7 of the ordinary class.

She didn't get the school uniform yet, and she didn't want to be too public at this time. The school uniform was blue and white, so Qiao Yu wore a white T and washed jeans before coming to school.

Really good-looking people are really good-looking even in sacks. Simple clothes can't suppress her magnificent appearance, but they make her lips red and teeth white.

When he arrived in the classroom, he was doing self-study in the morning, and Qiao Yu entered the classroom at the direction of the head teacher and stood on the podium.

Even though she was wearing a peaked cap, her tall figure still caught the eyes of the whole class like a spotlight.

Under the bright incandescent light, she took off the cap, took the chalk, and wrote on the blackboard - Qiao Yu.

"Hello everyone, my name is Qiao Yu, and I just transferred to another school. Please take care of everyone in the future."

As soon as the words fell, some girls took the lead in applauding.

She smiled and carried her bag to the vacant seat in the last row.

The new deskmate was a boy with heavy glasses, and he was writing something densely packed. Seeing her coming, he hurriedly stuffed the book into the drawer as if frightened.

Qiao Yu sat down and decided to say something to get in touch with the relationship. "Are you writing a novel?" She just caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a dialogue, probably not doing homework or reviewing.

The boy nodded in surprise, pulled out a narrow smile, and seemed reluctant to talk more.

Qiao Yu didn't care, and naturally changed the subject: "I just introduced myself, my name is Qiao Yu, what is your name?"

"...Ye Xiguang."

He moved over a workbook and pointed to the name.

"Your name sounds nice."

"Thank you... my grandfather took it."

"Your grandfather must be very cultural."

Ye Xiguang nodded, "He's a writer..."

As he was talking, the representative of the Chinese class rolled up the book, tapped Qiao Yu's desk lightly, and reminded in a low voice, "Take out the Chinese book first."

Qiao Yu was honest now, and obediently took out the Chinese book and began to memorize the text.

For an adult, the regular school life is really boring. Qiao Yu didn't expect that he would have to go through high school again, and it was a lie if his mentality was not broken.

Especially in this language text, dozens of texts must be memorized, the more I memorize, the more bald I am.

It's already the second semester of high school, and everyone has almost settled in. Qiao Yu is an outsider and can only be a lone ranger, but her good-looking appearance brings her good popularity, especially for girls.

A few daring girls invited her to go to the cafeteria together at noon.

When Qiao met at the end, she remembered her identity as a "boy" and declined one by one.

So far, no boys have approached her, and she estimates that she is about to be excluded.

Sure enough, after the girls dispersed, the boy across the aisle from her gave her a "heh".

People sit in the classroom, and the pot comes from the sky.

But Qiao Yu didn't plan to pay any attention to them for the time being. She is very busy now, and besides the cultural class, there is also an acting class to attend.

Even though she played a woman in her previous life, she could play all men, which is another dimension. She still needs to learn a lot, and she can't waste time on unnecessary people.

But in the eyes of her tablemates, it was another matter.

During class, Qiao Yu keenly noticed that Ye Xiguang always looked at her from the corner of his eye, intentionally or not.

"Is there a problem?" There was nothing on her face.

"that…"

"Um?"

"That's... if no one eats with you." He paused, "I can go to the cafeteria with you."

It turns out that this is the case, the new tablemate is really a little angel, not at all different from those stinky boys.

However, she is a day student and eats outside the school, so there is no need to go to the cafeteria at all.

Ye Xiguang listened to her explanation, nodded, and began to tinker with his book without a word.

The campus life is generally beautiful, except that because sitting by the window, many girls pass by the classroom at the end of the corridor inexplicably after each class, making her feel that she has become a rare animal in the zoo exhibition hall.

And unfortunately, the next day she was recognized as the little brother who had been on Weibo for a while, and also knew that her name was Qiao Yu.

But in fact, no one wanted to find her to confirm, and she also saw the follow-up on a marketing account on her own Weibo.

Fortunately, her facial features still withstood the test of the front camera, and even the blurred candid photos showed her immortal appearance.

Now that the heat has passed, and there is no previous movement, she believes that everyone will soon forget her.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

On Saturday, she was going to visit her acting teacher. The teacher's surname was Zhang. She was a retired teacher from the acting department of Jiangcheng Film Academy.

On the first visit, Qiao Yu specially found a famous pastry shop in Jiangcheng to pack two Jiangnan pastries as gifts.

This pastry shop was popular with the small video software for a while, and now there are long queues.

For the ten o'clock acting class, Qiao Yu got up early to queue up, but he still waited for more than an hour. Seeing that the queue was about to arrive, a man in his thirties who appeared out of nowhere excitedly patted her on the shoulder with a kind smile on his face, and was about to speak.

When the eyes met, Qiao Yu felt that he understood what he meant.

"Sorry, I can't cut the queue." She said politely.

"That's not what you mean!" The man handed out the business card in his hand, "I'm the manager of Penguin Entertainment, are you interested in becoming a trainee and debuting?"

So even if I wear a mask, can't cover my prosperous beauty? ? ?

In fact, becoming a trainee and debuting is not in line with Qiao Yu's arrangement for her future, but in her previous life, she struggled step by step from being a hero to a heroine.

Even at the beginning, no economic company wanted to sign her. She prepared the interview materials by herself and kept going to the crew to participate in the interview. She gradually gained some fame and was attracted by a small company in the industry.

Such a difficult journey made her unwilling to let go of any opportunity in front of her.

So when she rang the teacher's doorbell, there was already a business card in her backpack.

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