So The God Of Learning Has A Crush On Me - Chapter 110

The school’s main entrance was filled with students from the Fourth High School Student Council, all in their school uniforms and ceremonial uniforms.

With her school bag in her hand, Nicco and Lin entered the backstage of the competition under the guidance of the students of the fourth high school.

The contestants were not allowed to wear their school uniforms because of the rules of the competition, and the uniform was issued by the fourth high school.

The girls were a set of light blue polo shirts and skirts, while the boys were blue polo shirts and black pants.

Because today’s game is a full live broadcast, students in school, there are teachers to help them sort through the grooming instrument da, painted light makeup.

When Dicky sat down in his place and opened his book bag, as expected, the script had disappeared.

The teacher who led the competition came over, “You three all read the script silently a few times and get familiar with it again.”

The other two took out their scripts and were looking at them, but they saw Shi Qi leaning back against the chair with her eyes closed.

“Qi Shi, where is your manuscript?”

When Qi’s tone was flat, “It’s gone.”

The teacher’s face changed slightly, “I’m going to look for it, if I can’t find it, can you take off the script and go on stage?”

Every year there is always a little accident, and it can not be ruled out that someone is making small moves.

When Qi nodded, “Teacher, I can do it.”

The first thing you need to do is to learn from your previous life, and this time, she directly memorized the script.

Any backup was not as reliable as one’s own brain.

Nicco frowned slightly, when she was in the auditorium, she seemed to have seen someone sneaking around in the back row where Qi was sitting…

But she didn’t think too much of it at the time.

Lin and Xi lazily leaned back in his chair, the script covered his face, his posture comfortable.

After ten minutes, the speech contest kicked off.

The luck of the draw was not good, but not bad either, the second.

The first to go on stage is a student of the first middle school, the bottom of the judges sitting, Shi Qi to the backstage ready.

At the entrance of the auditorium, Song Qihua showed his staff card and took Shi Qi into the arena.

At this time, the host was doing the opening.

“Teacher Song?” Natalie froze, why was Mr. Song here?

Song Qihua explained, “I’m here to cheer you on for the school leaders.”

Si Eucalyptus looked around and didn’t see anyone, “Excuse me, where is Shi Qi?”

Lin and Xi lazily pointed in the direction of the backstage.

Nicco: “She went backstage to get ready.”

Si Eucalyptus smiled and raised his step to go over there, but was pulled by Song Qihua, “No one else can enter the backstage except the contestants.”

Nicco looked up and down at the boy in front of her, “What’s wrong?”

Nicco handed over the script in his hand, “Can you please help me send the script to the backstage?”

Natalie was surprised, hadn’t Shi Qi’s manuscript been stolen?

She took Si Eucalyptus’ manuscript and froze.

At this moment, she seemed to understand something and pushed Lin He Xi’s chair, “Senior Brother Lin, please help deliver the manuscript.”

Natalie’s number was the second half and could not enter the backstage for the time being, while Lin He Xi was the first half and could enter.

Lin He Xi raised his hand and took the script off his face, “Didn’t she lose her script, and found it again?”

But he saw Natalie hand over a piece of A4 paper, and when he looked at the content on it clearly, he froze.

It wasn’t a manuscript.

He looked meaningfully at Si Eucalyptus, who had an anxious look between his eyebrows, the seventh middle school had explicitly forbidden early love, but his junior brother was a bit blatant.

“Okay, I’ll send her in.”

Lin and Xi carried their number plates and two scripts and walked towards the backstage.

At this time, the competition officially started, Lin and Xi put the scripts on the makeup table, “Nuo, your scripts.”

The manuscript was lost, wasn’t it?

She picked up the manuscript on the table, but saw that it was a hand-copied manuscript, as if to prevent it from not being brought into the competition, the handwriting was still standard English style…

Lin and West crossed his arms behind his head, from behind the time seven around, “handwritten ah, youth ah…”

—— off-topic — —

Because in the challenge 3 days do not look at the data and do not click on the background message, so I spent the whole day today thinking about the sentence “you are afraid not want to fart eat” who commented, commented on what? Why do you want to eat farts?

I can’t even sleep without thinking about it.

The challenge ends in two days, so I’ll go through the comments when I’m done.

I’ll bear it.

Wait for the one who wants to eat farts (▼▼▼#)