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Chapter 1040

The auditorium of Fudan University is not the "Xianghui Hall" with a long history, but a conference hall, which can be used to organize larger conferences or cultural performances. And if there is no meeting or formal performance competition, it will be provided to various clubs for rehearsal or other activities.

Zhou Hao is no stranger to this conference hall. He had been here to attend department meetings and watch cultural performances in his "previous life". Walking into the conference hall at this time, Zhou Hao saw that there were several clubs doing rehearsals in it, but the most prominent one was the Literary Club, rehearsing on the big stage.

However, the figure Qiao Li was on the stage performing recitation rehearsals was surprisingly familiar to Zhou Hao.

She wore a fluttering white dress, as clear as ice and as clean as jade, looking so pure and fresh. Especially those eyes that seem to contain the entire sky, so bright and charming, if you are not careful, you will get caught in them.

"Xijun..." Zhou Hao murmured while looking at the familiar figure from a distance.

The person standing on the stage is Wang Xijun. Compared with a year ago, Wang Xijun is now much more mature, more and more slender, and what remains unchanged is her innocence and kindness as always.

"Are you really gone, tomorrow? Then me, then me...

You don’t have to worry about it, one day sooner or later;

If you are willing to remember me, remember me,

Otherwise, forget about the world

With me, I don’t have to think of time and space worrying,

Just as a dream, a fantasy;

Only if it was the red we saw the day before yesterday,

Trembling in the wind timidly, one petal,

Two petals, landing, making people step on, turning mud..."

This is Xu Zhimo's poem-"A Night in the Fei Leng Cui", Wang Xijun's crisp and soft voice echoed gently in the lobby, but it was better than singing.

Especially when Wang Xijun recites this poem, his voice is full of emotion, and his feelings are also integrated into it, and others sound even more touched. When Zhou Hao heard this, his heart trembled fiercely, because he knew that this was Wang Xijun's longing for himself.

While Wang Xijun was reciting aloud, people in other communities stopped the activity and looked at her quietly, and slowly only Wang Xijun was left standing on the big stage. At this moment, she was like a Like a well-regarded celebrity, he accepted the surprise of all living beings safely.

Although there were no formal meetings or performances today, the "attendance rate" in the entire conference hall exceeded half, with more than a thousand people. Zhou Hao knew that even though there were several community members in the conference hall today, There should not be so many people.

Zhou Hao could still see the many boys in the audience, all looking at Wang Xijun, the expressions on his face were muted, as if the three souls had disappeared from the seven souls. There are also many well-dressed boys, looking at Wang Xijun with very hot eyes. Zhou Hao also recognized one of the boys wearing a black shirt, who was driving the yellow "Ferrari" past him just now.

"Classmate, you are not from the Literature Club? I have never seen you before." Just as Zhou Hao silently looked at Wang Xijun, who hadn't seen him for a long time, a boy's voice came next to him.

Zhou Hao turned his head to look, and saw that the boy was not amazing, with a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses on his face. He looked like people who were very good at studying but had poor practical ability. To put it bluntly, they were some nerds. image of.

Zhou Hao didn't answer the boy's words directly, but said with a smile: "You are not from the Literature Club, right."

When the boy heard the words, his face darkened, and he sighed and said, "I want to participate too, but the entry threshold for the Literature Club is very high. One is that the Chinese score of the college entrance examination must be over 120. If this requirement is not met, If so, I will write an essay for the entrance examination questions."

After a pause, he said: "My Chinese score in the college entrance examination was only one hundred and one, and the articles I wrote couldn't pass the examination by the Literature Club, so I couldn't join."

Zhou Hao smiled and said: "You are so eager to join the literature club, is it because of her?"

He pointed to Wang Xijun on the stage in the distance, and the boy nodded: "Yes, but more than half of the guys who joined the Literature Club this year are for classmate Xijun. You know. Well, the number of applicants for the Literature Club this year exceeded twice that of the previous year, all because of classmate Xijun. In order to limit the number, the Literature Club had to raise the threshold for joining the club."

The boy pointed to the other boys in the lobby and said, "Whenever there is an event in the literature club or a rehearsal like today, then no matter whether it is from the literature club or not, it will come over, just to cherish classmate Jun."

"It turns out that she is so popular in school." Zhou Hao smiled.

"It's more than popular." The boy said, "You haven't seen the love letters that Xijun has to deal with every day. There are two large trash cans. There are half of them in the trash pool downstairs in the girls' dormitory. It’s used to hold those love letters. Also, every night, I don’t know how many boys play the guitar downstairs in her dormitory. At night, it’s like a concert. Some guys even invite The band is coming."

Zhou Hao couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "So exaggerated."

The boy curled his lips and sneered: "But although classmate Xijun is very kind to everyone, I know she has no feelings for those guys. Especially those self-righteous rich people who think that Xijun can be impressed with a famous car and money. Classmate? Pooh! What kind of woman do they regard Classmate Xijun as?"

When Zhou Hao saw the boy looking at the guys who were staring at Wang Xijun over there, his eyes were both resentful and fearful, so he asked: "Those rich people's methods of pursuing Xijun are despicable? "

"They didn't dare to treat Xijun's classmate, because classmate Xijun's background was not simple. I heard that when she and Situ Jianying from the Department of Fine Arts came to school, the principal personally received him." Know something: "The principal of our school is a ministerial official. Although he has little real power, he is very respected in Shanghai. Even the secretary of the municipal party committee treats him with respect and respect. With this relationship, those wealthy families So Zi didn't dare to behave against classmate Xijun."

Speaking of this, he showed a look of resentment and said: "But they are not so polite to those who also pursue Xijun, just like a senior in the literature club before, because they are closer to Xijun. One night, I was beaten by a few young people outside the school, and even the knee was broken. Although there is no direct evidence, many people know that this is the work of the rich."

Zhou Hao also knew a little about the actions of those second generation ancestors. These people relied on their fathers' protection and acted arrogantly and lawlessly outside. Not to mention instructing punks to beat people, even if it was really making life, they would dare to do it.

At this time, I saw the boy glance at Zhou Hao, and then said: "You are also the suitor of Xijun classmate? We are also considered as rivals in love, but we have a common enemy, the rich family, so we can temporarily Form an offensive and defensive alliance."

Zhou Hao smiled and shook his head: "It's still not necessary."

"Why not? You don't know. Now we have a lot of people formed into alliances, just like those celebrities' song clubs." The boy said: "Only in this way can we barely resist those rich people. You look good. Although not bad, I think you are just an ordinary student. If you are alone, I don't think you can beat those rich people."

Zhou Hao still shook his head, "I really don't need it, because I was the man who cherished the monarch."

The boy was surprised when he heard the words, and then he laughed: "Brother, I think you are thinking about classmate Xijun's convulsions. I have also seen some guys who boast that they are classmate Xijun’s boyfriends outside. But those guys were beaten like a pig in a few days, so I advise you not to brag."

"I didn't brag, and I don't need to." Zhou Hao smiled, then turned and walked to the big stage.

"Hey, classmates, classmates! Don't be foolish, those rich people are in front, don't talk nonsense!" The boy shouted to Zhou Hao from behind, but Zhou Hao ignored him, just smiled and shook his head. , And then continue to move forward.

The auditorium in this lobby is designed with stairs. Zhou Hao walked towards the big stage below, but approached the big stage. The more he realized that the people sitting in front were mainly boys, and of course it was also for you Closer to Wang Xijun.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Hao felt in his heart that Wang Xijun really turned all sentient beings upside down at Fudan University.

In the "previous life", after graduating from high school, she did not enter the university, and later married Liu Mingwei, so she did not experience a college career. Zhou Hao knew that if Wang Xijun from his "previous life" had the opportunity to go to university, he might be in the same situation as he is now. After all, whether it was his "previous life" or this life, Wang Xijun was such a stunning beauty.

Zhou Hao slowly approached the big platform, but because the people around were all paying attention to Wang Xijun, they didn't pay attention to Zhou Hao.

Instead, it was Wang Xijun on the stage. He was originally engrossed in recitation of Xu Zhimo's "A Night in the Emerald Cui", but suddenly saw a familiar figure approaching the stage, fixed his eyes and saw Zhou Hao.

Wang Xijun was stunned, and even stopped reading, staring at Zhou Hao who had come to the front of the stage in amazement, as if he was wondering if he was in a dream.

"Xie Jun..." Zhou Hao called out softly.

Upon hearing this call, Wang Xijun ignored whether it was a dream or reality. He rushed forward, jumped off the stage, and flew toward Zhou Hao!