The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

Compared with Shanghai, the temperature in Xuecheng is much lower. Although Anchen didn't wear very thick clothes, he didn't feel too cold either in the car or directly into the airport.

While waiting in the lounge to board the plane, An Chen took another look at the rankings of the video voting. The Conservatory of Music was now far ahead, occupying the top spot.

Voting closes tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow there will be a big rehearsal for all colleges.

According to the current situation, there should be no doubt that the number one position of the Conservatory of Music is.

After returning to Shanghai, An Chen called Wei Ze to report that he was safe. It was already very late now, so they didn't go back to the Conservatory of Music. They went back to the hotel directly.

An Chen wasn't hungry at all, so she asked the other three to have dinner while she went back to the room alone.

"I'm not hungry either. You go and eat." Fu Yanxing said to Ji Xuan and Ling Han.

The two people looked at each other. They didn't know what was going on with them, but they were afraid that they would be hungry soon, so Ji Xuan and Ling Han went to have dinner and prepared to pack it back for them.

After Ji Xuan and Ling Han left, Fu Yanxing knocked on An Chen's door.

"Why didn't you go to eat?" An Chen opened the door and returned to bed.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Yanxing did not answer An Chen's question, but asked An Chen back.

"I'm not hungry." An Chen yawned and continued to lie on the bed and look at his phone.

Fu Yanxing sat on the sofa by the window and kept looking at An Chen. He always felt that something was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what it was.

An Chen looked at the phone, yawned several times, then threw the phone aside and wrapped himself in a quilt.

"Keep the door closed for me when you leave later." After An Chen said this to Fu Yanxing, he covered himself in the quilt.

I don't know how long it took, but An Chen should have fallen asleep. Her current sleeping posture is really unflattering. The quilt that was covering her body just now has been thrown aside, and her whole body is sleeping in a big glyph.

Fu Yanxing stood up and helped An Chen cover the quilt, and then left An Chen's room in a low voice. Everyone was already asleep, so it was strange that they kept staring.

It was another very peaceful night, and I still woke up full of hope the next day.

This morning, An Chen was not like the day before. Everything about her felt good today.

After washing up, An Chen changed into clothes, took out Fang Weizeze's down jacket, and after breakfast, set off for the Conservatory of Music.

The first thing was to go to the gym. Everyone was really serious. When An Chen arrived, they were already rehearsing and no one was absent.

The voting results will be announced in an hour and a half, and the Conservatory of Music's voting ranking is still far ahead.

Everyone present was very excited and rehearsed even more enthusiastically.

While they were rehearsing, Wei Ze and Director Li also came to the gym.

"Chenchen, are you going to hang out with grandpa at the seminar?"

An Chen nodded, said something to Cheng Han and left.

"Why are there so few people in the folk music exhibition hall?" An Chen and the others did not enter the exhibition hall, but took a walk outside. An Chen found that the Western musical instrument exhibition hall was crowded, but the folk music exhibition hall was deserted.

"Alas!" Wei Ze sighed, "People nowadays know too little about our own musical instruments. The guzheng and guqin are relatively good, but not many people are willing to listen to the erhu and the like."

This sounds a bit sad, but it is indeed reality. People have too deep misunderstandings about some traditional musical instruments.

The longest road also has an end, and the darkest night also welcomes the morning.