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Chapter 758

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[He's really super good-looking. He's practically a god! Those little fresh meats in the entertainment industry are so weak! Even if the fans scold me, I have to say it! Broad shoulders, narrow hips, long legs, golden ratio, looks absolutely beautiful! Also, he was forced to wear rabbit ears by Class Rep Song that day! He didn't take them off even after walking the whole street! That's called being spoiled! I followed them all the way down the street like a fool. That scene was so beautiful, you can imagine it for yourselves!]

[Although I didn't take a picture of their faces, I took a picture of their backs. It proves that the sisters in the building are telling the truth. They're definitely an immortal couple.]



Song Yaoyao became popular and her fans kept increasing. Whether they really liked her looks or were simply curious about her life, it wasn't a loss to follow her.

They could also occasionally watch the drama.

When they returned to school, classes started as usual.

Tang Xinrou held her phone and pretended to be jealous. "Yaoyao baby, why don't you consider entering the entertainment industry? You have so many more fans than me."

On the second day after they returned, Song Yaoyao's fans had reached more than three million and were still rising.

"If I enter the entertainment industry, you'll be the director?"

Song Yaoyao didn't even look at her. Her attention was all on the book in her hands.

Tang Xinrou touched her nose embarrassedly. "I'm just saying ~ Actually, there's no conflict between being a director and being an actress."

In the beginning, didn't Director Kang take a fancy to Song Yaoyao and want her to be an actress? Unfortunately, Song Yaoyao wasn't interested in this at all, so Tang Xinrou had the opportunity.

"Oh, tell me about it."

Song Yaoyao didn't comment and asked calmly, "How's the script I gave you going? Have you studied it thoroughly? I told you to find a teacher to practice your lines. Have you practiced? "

When Tang Xinrou heard Song Yaoyao's words, she had a headache. She pulled a long face and knocked her head on the table.

"Yaoyao, are you the devil?!"

Being Song Yaoyao's friend was both painful and happy.

While he enjoyed the benefits and changes that came with being her friend, he also had to bear the pressure that came with it.

Song Yaoyao was a strict person, especially when it came to studying. Even she herself was in a state of studying with all her might. She was even more hardworking than any of them.

Not only did she have to control the grades of the entire class, but she also had to learn about directing, take notes, and edit the script.

During her spare time, Tang Xinrou could see Song Yaoyao holding a brick-thick history book, engrossed in it.

"If I'm a demon so that you can study hard, then I'm —"

Song Yaoyao shifted her gaze from the book to Tang Xinrou and gave her a big smile.

Tang Xinrou: "…"

I'm dead.

Although he said that, he still had to learn.

At the last moment, the other people in the class also felt the pressure and experienced the feeling of racing against time.

Especially when they received their report cards and saw their parents' gratified eyes and generous rewards. They didn't want to put in the effort to learn? The rewards were one thing, but more importantly, they didn't want to see their parents' disappointed eyes anymore.

They hoped that they could also become the pride of their parents.

They didn't want them to be embarrassed to talk about themselves and feel embarrassed when they walked out.

Occasionally, when they were tired and felt that they couldn't hold on any longer, they would look up and look at the girl sitting by the window with her head lowered, reading.

Time flew, and the weather was getting hotter.

The sunlight shone through the clear glass and landed on the girl's hair. Under the sunlight, it was a light chestnut color. Her eyelashes were lowered, and they fluttered gently with her breathing. Mobile users, please browse and read. A better reading experience comes from Love Network.

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