Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Zhao Tong crossed his arms and rolled his eyes: "That must be a starlet, I've never seen it before, maybe 18 lines."

"Looks like he's rich."

Zhao Tong: "Heh, birds of a feather flock together. Who can Wen Qiao know rich people?"

"Isn't Lu Youyou quite rich?"

Zhao Tong rolled his eyes to the sky, "That's Lu Youyou's self-willed depravity."

Lu Youyou grabbed her hair: "Who the hell do you say is willing to degenerate?"

Zhao Tong struggled desperately: "Lu Youyou, why are you so brutal, you don't look like an art student at all."

"I don't look like an art student? You're always acting like an art student? I warn you, if you dare to say a bad word about Wen Qiao, don't blame me for being serious."

The rest of the people quickly smoothed things over: "Okay, okay, don't fight."

Beside the stage, Fu Nanli touched Wen Qiao's head: "You play very well."

The words of encouragement that Wen Jianmin said to Xu Lu were also said to her. Wen Qiao is only a nineteen-year-old girl, no matter how cold she looks, she has a soft heart.

When someone treats her so seriously, the tip of her nose will feel sore, and her chest will be full. She purses her lips and looks at him with a smile: "Thank you."

"Waiting for you in the car in front of the school, come over when it's over."

"good."

Holding the bouquet, Wen Qiao returned to the side screen and gave Xu Lu a provocative look.

There are people who send me flowers, I don't need Wen Jianmin's flowers anymore.

Xu Lu's face was not very good-looking, watching Wen Qiao pass by her and walk to the backstage.

Being influenced by the wealthy family, Xu Lu felt that the man had a noble temperament, which should be just a superficial appearance.

What rich man can Wen Qiao know?

Zhuang Yan's face was also gloomy, and his gaze was fixed on Wen Qiao.

After Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou left the side screen, Xu Lu pulled Zhao Tong and said in a low voice, "Should I persuade Wen Qiao? Could it be because of his money?"

Zhao Tong rubbed his neck: "The 18th-tier stars should not have much money, right?"

"That's richer than Wen Qiao."

Zhao Tong's eyes widened: "Aren't the 18th-tier starlets able to adopt 丨丨 female college students these days? He's crazy!"

Backstage, ten minutes later, Wen Qiao's rating came out.

The teacher held the card in his hand and looked at Wen Qiao with a smile: "Guess what your grade is?"

Wen Qiao looked at the teacher confidently: "I think I play very well, and I should be able to reach the S grade."

The laughter was undisguised, and it came from Miss Zhao, Zhao Tong, who whispered in her ears: "The sun is still so high outside, what kind of spring and autumn dreams are there, our Lulu is only A-level, and she is delusional about S-level, really Laugh out loud."

The teacher unfolded the card in his hand and said with a smile, "Wen Qiao, you guessed it right, it is indeed an S grade."

Wen Qiao felt relieved, and took the card in his hand: "Thank you, teacher."

The teacher patted her head: "The teacher has always placed high hopes on you, and I still rely on you to revitalize folk music."

Wen Qiao nodded: "I will not disappoint the teacher's expectations."

After the teacher went out, Zhao Tong strode up to Wen Qiao and snatched the hand card from her hand: "Is it true or not? Just Tianqiao Art, how can you still get the S grade? It's ridiculous!"

Wen Qiao pulled Lu Youyou back, leaned against the table, and lazily looked at the group of girls who didn't believe that she got the S rank, with contemptuous eyes.

Zhao Tong unfolded it, and saw a huge S grade, and the three reviewers all gave the S grade uniformly.

Xu Lu pinched the hem of her skirt tightly and bit the corner of her mouth lightly. How...how could this happen?

It's... not fair that Wen Qiao's rating is even higher than hers.

"Shadow!" Zhao Tong pointed at Wen Qiao's nose first, and reprimanded him loudly.