My boyfriend ran away with my best friend? Reward system for the rich

Cang Mingjun chimed in, "Yes, Teacher Qing, you really need to take this Sunan Baiyao. My feet were hurting, but after applying it for two hours, they were completely healed. It's much better than the Yunbei Baiyao. You guys are prone to getting injured when you practice dancing, so taking this is perfect for you."

Teacher Qing nodded, "Okay, Ranran is a good child, and he still cares about the teacher. Teacher Yao will take it, but Teacher Qian cannot take it."

"Teacher, you can take the money. I know you are not short of money, but this is a gift from your students, so you must accept it."

"Otherwise, I will be embarrassed to bother you to help me rehearse the dance in the future."

"Hey, kid, you're being too polite to the teacher."

"Teacher, please don't be polite to me. Just accept it. When I go to Beijing, I will count on you to take me out to play."

"That's for sure. When you come to Beijing, the teacher will take you to eat the best roast duck in Beijing."

"Haha, ok, I'm already looking forward to it."

The three of them chatted for a while, then Su Ranran and Cang Mingjun sent Qingqing to the airport and then returned to the villa.

At this time, Su Ranran still didn't know what impact the packet of ointment she gave to Qingqing would have on her.

Back in the dance studio, Cang Mingjun took out a piece of paper mysteriously and said, "Su Ranran, I have something for you to look at."

Su Ranran took the paper, looked through it carefully, and asked uncertainly: "Is this... lyrics?"

"Yes, that's the lyrics. I was inspired to write a song today when I saw you dancing."

"Wasn't the accompaniment to your dance today instrumental music? I think it's a little monotonous. How about this song?"

"If you like, I can condescend to sing and accompany you at the school celebration in a few days."

As Cang Mingjun spoke, he raised his chin high, his face full of pride, and he was obviously very confident in his work.

Su Ranran felt that the song was indeed well written, but she didn't like Cang Mingjun's attitude.

He is a big star in front of others, handsome and rich, but to her he is nothing. She has many people around her who are more in line with her aesthetic standards than him.

"You don't have to condescend to me. My dance got 9.9 points even without any singing accompaniment, which proves that the school leaders approve of it. There's no need for you to get involved."

Cang Mingjun lowered his head suddenly, staring at Su Ranran with wide eyes in disbelief, "Come on, I'm a first-line singer in the circle, don't I even have the qualifications to accompany you at the school celebration?"

"Don't you like the songs I wrote?"

Normally speaking, there are almost no stars of Cang Mingjun's status who attend the school anniversary celebration because the school cannot afford to pay so much money.

Even if many schools invite celebrities, they are those who are not famous and are relatively cheap. Su Ranran's school also invited several such celebrities.

If they knew that Cang Mingjun was going to perform for free, they would definitely give him a warm welcome.

But Su Ranran didn't care whether it was first-tier or second-tier. She said calmly, "I like the song, but I don't like the person."

Things that add icing on the cake are dispensable to her.

Cang Mingjun was struck by a heart attack. He stood there in a daze, with the words echoing in his mind: I don’t like people... I don’t like people...

Su Ranran doesn't like him.

He snatched the lyrics from Su Ranran's hand and said, "You don't like me, but I don't like you either, hum!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran out of the dance studio angrily. He didn't want to stay at Su Ranran's house anymore and took a taxi home directly.

Su Ranran had no intention of keeping him. If he wanted to leave, he could leave. She was not afraid of him leaving.

They have a contract between them. After her school anniversary is over, he has to come back to her and continue teaching her dance, otherwise he will have to compensate her.

It just so happened that she felt that hiring him for 10 billion was a loss.

Ignoring this, Su Ranran practiced dancing for another hour before returning to her bedroom to rest.

When she picked up her phone, she saw that several people had sent her messages.

In addition to some compliments from friends, after she replied to them one by one, the messages from the remaining two people attracted her attention.

Ji Ziang: {Ran Ran, are you attending the art performance? You are so beautiful!}

Ji Ziang: {Ran Ran, can I ask who the two boys next to you are? One of them looks familiar.}

Yunxi: {Ranran, you look so beautiful in this ancient dress. Are you participating in some show?}

Yunxi: {Ranran, who are the other two boys in the photo? Are they your partners?}

Looking at the identical messages, Su Ranran felt a little funny. Are these two people's train of thought so similar?

She replied to Yunxi: {I participated in the art performance, and the two boys are my friends.}

Then he copied it and sent it to Ji Ziang.

When the two boys saw the word "friends", they fell into deep thought.

What type of friend?

The most important thing is that this friend is too handsome, which is really an eyesore.

Su Ranran's obviously perfunctory attitude made it clear that she didn't want to elaborate. Ji Ziang knew that he didn't have the status to question her, so he changed the subject to the cultural performance.

After all, Yun Xi was a free duck admitted by Su Ranran herself, so he was a little bolder and asked:

{Is this the same type of friend as me?}

{What type of friend are you?}

Yunxi was silent for a moment, then slowly typed two words: {Duck.}

"Hahahaha." Su Ranran laughed out loud. Yun Xi was really cute.

Of course she knew what Yunxi meant, and she asked him what his type was just to tease him.

{No, I only have one duck for you at the moment.}

Yun Xi felt relieved when he saw Su Ranran said there was only one duck and selectively ignored these two words.

The two chatted for a while, and Yunxi learned that Su Ranran would be performing at the school anniversary on December 12.31st, so he secretly added an item to his schedule.

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Three days later, Beijing.

After Qingqing returned to Beijing, she began to rehearse the dance for the Spring Festival Gala. Lao Liu could hold her own for a while, but he was not as good as her after all, otherwise she would not have been the chief choreographer.

The works rehearsed by Qingqing are more spiritual. The dance works that have become popular on the Spring Festival Gala stage are all from her hands. Correspondingly, she has higher requirements for dancers.

She pointed at the actors and sternly demanded, "Your movements are not good enough. Your waists need to bend down a little more. You look too stiff now."

The actors followed Qingqing's instructions and slowly lowered their waists.

At this moment, a loud noise was heard nearby, and the actors reflexively looked over to find the source of the sound. One of them was closer to the source of the sound, and she was startled and turned her head sharply to look. She forgot that she was bending down, and her body was crooked. The excessive movement caused her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

Before falling, people will reflexively want to grab objects around them. She stretched out her hand and waved it in the air, grabbing the shirt of the actor next to her.

The actor next to her also lost her balance instantly and grabbed the actor next to her...

They grabbed one by one, and like dominoes, they all fell to the ground one after another.