Chapter 110

Yan Xinting, who is Yan Xinting?Come out.

In the classroom where the noisy conference room was temporarily used, the dry screams of people at the door did not attract people's attention, but Zhang Suer still raised his ears.

I wonder if you have had such an experience. A name that has been silently pronounced in your heart, and when others occasionally call it, it often pierces you like a needle.

Even in the midst of noisy situations, the intensity that stimulates you will not be reduced.

Zhang Suer looked towards the door.

He had to pass through the crowded heads and brush away the young hair that swung over like dark clouds to see clearly everything at the door of the classroom.

He saw a girl flashing out the door. Is it really her?

Zhang Suer raised his toes slightly, leaned on the chair behind him, paying attention to the figure of the girl named Yan Xinting.

It wouldn't be so coincidental, it's impossible.Zhang Suer thought so.

Today is the first day for Zhang Suer to sign up for the Peacock Film and Television Star Training Class.

He saw this training notice from Xinmin Evening News.

He held the newspaper and looked around. No one discussed it with him, and he couldn't find anyone to discuss it. He hid a heartbeat and secretly delighted. After gritting his teeth, he chose to sign up.

He has a beautiful dream, which is to learn to perform.That was a dream that he had not realized in high school.

According to his parents' wishes, he was admitted to a financial school because his parents were concerned about his livelihood and thought that a financial school could allow him to fall into a sea of ​​gold and silver.

After graduation, he recruited Bank of China as a savingsman.

Monotony and repetition have become the tone of his work every day.

This job is something that anyone who can recognize RMB can do. Three years of study have resulted in such a result. In the eyes of his parents, he can have no worries about food and clothing, but for him, it is a waste of life.

The Xie Jinhengtong star training class, which was held in Shanghai, was a cradle of dreams and a hypocritical myth.

Zhao Wei and Fan Bingbing both started here, inspiring the number of training classes in Shanghai, and the number of applicants was like a cross-river.

A star has actually become the simplest money printing machine, and the training class for manufacturing money printing machines is destined to be more tempting than making money.

Zhang Suer has a dream.

He felt that if he stayed in a boring bank, he would never realize his dream.

He wants to get infinitely close to his dream, which involves a secret hope in his heart, a happiness he silently expects.

He couldn't believe that his rash attempt could hit the waist with passion with this dream?

After a while, he saw a girl walking in from the classroom door in front, and it was the girl who had just gone out.

She cut her hair short, revealing her round face and rosy luster.

She was not tall, and her broad shoulders made her shoulders very plump and full, but her whole body looked small and delicate. He was so familiar with everything about her. How many times, in his memories, he fantasized about such a figure and such a dream, and he felt his heartbeat had jumped to his mouth, which stimulated him to sit still.

Yan Xinting... He screamed out in disbelief.

The girl raised her head and stared blankly around her.

Zhang Suer shook his arm and waved to the girl.

The men and women around were chirping like ducks, disturbing Zhang Suer's sound.

But the girl still saw his swaying and was slightly stunned. Then, no matter how far away it was, he still felt her smile.

The girl ran towards him. When she was running, she had the deep breath of a woman. This was the body of a girl who had not been trained in physical training. She trotted, so her hair swayed to both sides, making her face confused and looming.

When she walked around, her center of gravity was very low, and she was not good at walking with her head held high.

In Zhang Suer's mind, he likes a girl like her who has a little bit of a woman's atmosphere.

She is not very agile, but she has the scent of a plump woman.

She can't be called pretty, but it makes people feel kind.

She is the kind of girl who may be confused when walking and bumping into a tree.

Zhang Suer just likes her. For many years, she has always liked in his heart.

The dream he wants to realize is to get close to her one day in the future.

Unexpectedly, after a little effort, he could see her appearing in front of him like a dream.

She ran to him, holding her hands crossed, with a kind of little girl's obedience. Zhang Suer, it's you, I really didn't expect it was you.

Zhang Suer felt a strange feeling in her heart that she could call out his name so fluently.

Shanghai is too big. Any life that is devoted to this huge torrent or vortex will be lost without trace. Now, he actually met the girl he had been thinking about day and night here. He felt that his choice was not biased.

I didn't expect to meet you either.Zhang Suer smiled.

I didn't expect it.

Yan Xinting raised her head and looked at Zhang Suer with a smile.

She was much shorter than him. When she looked up at him, she tilted her head slightly, just like the innocence of a kindergarten child tilting his neck when he was performing a show.

You didn't expect it?Why do you want to "more" to the next level?What basis do you have?

Looking at her kind expression and the smile from the heart, Zhang Suer couldn't help but take over the conversation and made a joke.

Men's jokes are often the product of women's encouragement.

Can you provide evidence that you are ‘updating’?She said tacitly.

I have evidence, will you believe it?Zhang Suer said gently as if she looked at her challenge.

If you have evidence, how can I believe you?

I took it out, you can't see Ah either.

I'm not myopia, why can't I see it?

Is it just because of myopia that cannot be seen?

You are making excuses for yourself...you lost...For some reason, a mist rose in her eyes, soaking her bright pupils, radiating deep light.

This is the truth. How can the weight of "unexpected" be measured by mechanic units?Zhang Suer continued to tease her.

You can't, it doesn't mean I can't.Yan Xinting said proudly.

Yeah?You are so amazing, you can let me see your...it should be called the victory of idealism.

Zhang Suer, I am really happy to see you.For some reason, I had a little... She smiled a little embarrassedly, the fog in her eyes became heavier and heavier, and began to condense into raindrops, rolling rustling. Her bright eyes seemed to be overwhelmed and let the raindrops slowly accumulate capacity. She said a little complaining: I'm a little unsatisfied...

Zhang Suer was almost surprised and looked at the transparent and pure tears flowing from Yan Xinting's eyes. He suddenly realized that making the girl cry was the boy's biggest mistake, so he quickly said: No, Yan Xinting, don't do this, I lost.I am not as good as you.

I don't want you to lose.It tastes different when you are thinking about it by others.

Yan Xinting's lips were bitten red by herself. She tried hard to suppress her emotions, but her eyes seemed to be out of control and abandoned her tears onto her cheeks.

I lost, but there is no contradiction."I didn't think of it" I'm not as good as you, but you have to know that the real insider of "I didn't think of it" is "thinking" Ah. The more you "unthinking", the more you "thinking", you have the upper hand on "not thinking", so I'm taking the lead in "thinking".

You are playing sophistry."I didn't expect" and "thinking" are sinusoidal. The more I didn't expect, the more I thought it was.

Wow, you are so awesome. You have snatched away all the advantages. I don’t even have the qualification to ‘think’.

Who doesn't let you think about it?I don't want to compete with you for the advantage in "thinking".I blame me for being bad. For some reason, my eyes are really not good.

In fact, I think it is more suitable to call it "Meeting fellow villagers meet with fellow villagers, tears are all over the place".

This is almost the same.

There were faint tears on Yan Xinting's face, and her eyes were red. The eyes washed by tears were like a desert with water, which looked heavy and thick. Even if the moisture was squeezed dry, the cool and wet smell would make her eyes charming.

She seemed to cry for her disobedient tears, and she twisted her body, turning her back to the noisy men and women who signed up in the classroom, not wanting others to see her pear blossoms are raining.