my university my love

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Put the last music stand on the stage, clap the dust on your hands, and let out a long sigh of relief.

After a busy afternoon, I finally got ready.

After confirming the final score on the music stand, No quickly walked to the backstage.

In the corner of the dressing room far away from the bustling voices at this time, No sat down against the wall and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket.

Now, No finally has time to take a good look at the phone he hasn't touched for several days.

Open the call log, and at the top are 23 missed calls from "Childish P".

From Monday to this morning, some calls were made with an interval of less than 1 minute.

Pun·····

No pursed his lips, and finally pressed the call back.

"Doo-doo...doo-doo...doo-doo..."

The waiting tone on the phone is disturbing.

Why doesn't Pun answer the phone?Are you angry, or are you busy?Why can't I hear the phone ringtone...

Various thoughts flashed through No's mind accompanied by beeping voices, and his uneasy mood turned into indescribable irritability.

Is that how Pun waited for him to answer the phone?

No moved the phone to his eyes, the looming beeping sound and the dazzling "dialing" made him unbearable.

Pun guy, what the hell are you doing? !

Just when No was about to hang up the phone, the call timer was suddenly displayed on the screen, and No hurriedly moved the phone to his ear.

"Pun?"

"What's the matter?" Compared to No's anxious side, Pun's question was calm and steady, and the sound of quickly flipping through the paper came from the receiver occasionally.

"Are you looking at the information?" No speculated reasonably.

No's phone is finally back to normal!

Pun on the other end of the phone was happy, and pressed the phone on his shoulder with his right cheek, and hurriedly reached out to press the black and white words flipped by the wind: "Help the Literature Club move things! Then move over later when training."

No looked down at his watch, there were less than 40 minutes left before football training: "Do you need me to help you?"

"No, I'm almost done here." Pun put the black and white words together, and took the phone again with his free right hand, "no, is it over with you?"

"It's ready." No answered truthfully. His task today is to do the logistics work well and assist in the rehearsal. "I'll take a break and go to the football field. Ming said, I'm going to beat you today!"

"Really?" Hearing this, Pun couldn't help laughing. This fighting spirit is estimated to win today, "That's right, no."

Pun changed the subject and opened the door.

"Ok?"

"Let me talk to the senior here, and I can go first." Pun walked into the corridor, "Go and buy a new mobile phone for you. It seems that your mobile phone has been malfunctioning these days."

Pun knocked around, the feeling of not being able to get through the phone and not knowing what to say made Pun extremely disgusted.

Hearing this, No was silent for a few seconds, then pretended to laugh, and a series of words popped out of his mouth: "Haha, no need, no need. My mobile phone is very good. It's just too busy these days. You know me It’s my first time doing logistics, and there are too many things in the music club. And at the football match, Senior Joke is giving us additional training, saying every day that we must win the A university. My ears are almost callused. Pun and so on , Weir senior is here!"

When No turned his head, he saw the dressing room on the other side, and Senior Weir was walking towards him with a bow.It looked like he was looking for something, "He seems to be looking for me. I'll hang up first. See you on the court later!"

No simply pressed to hang up, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Now he would rather be talked to by Weir senior than continue to lie to Pun.

No wiped his face and secretly made up his mind:

When things are sorted out on Friday, tell pun everything!

"No..." On the other end of the phone, Pun held up the phone that was hung up in an instant, and his heart sank to the bottom of his feet.

busy?

Pun remembered what No's mother said, that No doesn't like to lie, and his lying skills are also very poor, and the more reasons he has, the more he lies.

And even when the college entrance examination was sprinting, Pun couldn't make No put down his phone during the break and close his eyes for an extra 2 minutes.

No in the end because of what lies to oneself?

No...

At this time, No, who was originally sitting in the corner, stood up and took the initiative to salute and say hello to Weir:

"Hello senior Weir."

Weir stood in front of no, and was about to speak, but suddenly found that he was still holding the bow in his hand: "Sorry, I was still practicing just now."

"It's okay, it's okay." No understands the hard work of being the first violinist in a concert, "Senior Weir, do you want me to do something about logistics?"

No asked cautiously, while trying to recall in his mind, could it be that orange light...

"It's nothing." Weir laughed at No's trembling look, "I've worked hard for you these days."

These days weir are watching what no is doing.

"No hard work!" Faced with the sudden concern from Weir's senior, No was flattered, "I am also a member of the music club, and I should do everything."

Hearing this, Weir nodded with satisfaction: "We need to do more of these things. Our music club holds a joint concert with the dance club and rock club of University A every year. It's about communicating with each other. By the way, we can sell some tickets."

This is their tradition!

"This time it will be an intercollegiate event between University A and University B. It's also accidental. It shouldn't be so troublesome in the future." Weir continued, with a look of helplessness in his eyes, "Also, I'm familiar with the process this time ?"

"Yeah!" No nodded quickly, "I'm familiar with it."

No way, after a busy conversation with the students from the student union these days, no has thoroughly figured out how trivial the logistical work of an event is: from stage cleaning and decoration to lighting, music, and rehearsal adjustments, as well as auditorium arrangements. Arrange and so on.

No wonder Pun was able to work overtime at school for days at a time.

"Okay." Hearing the desired answer, Senior Weir smiled at No, with satisfaction in his eyes, "You go to training. I'll prepare first."

No watched Senior Weir off, but kept muttering in his heart because of the endless words just now:

What does Senior Weir say all this for?Could it be that he will be a logistics professional in the future? !

"Humph."

A cold snort suddenly came from the hiding place, startling No.

"Who?!"

Fah came out from the hiding place without the slightest shame of eavesdroppers, and walked towards the dressing room calmly. When he passed by No, he sneered and said in a volume that only two people could hear:

"You've only been proud of it for the past two days. Even if Senior Weir thinks highly of you, you won't be able to be the president of this music club."

The gloating tone and Fah's gloomy gaze made No involuntarily shiver.

"····" No looked at Fah's back, feeling even more frustrated, "I don't know why!"

What music club president? !

And how long has fah been there!Did he eavesdrop on the phone call with Pun just now? !

Depend on! No, why didn't I grab that guy by the collar and beat him up just now!

The door of the dressing room was opened and closed by fah, and no regretted it in the aisle.

Forget it!Go to training!

The author has something to say: Fanwai 3——The secret of B’s college student union getting rich

"What! You actually sell tickets! Isn't it supposed to be given to classmates?! And no one wants to come!" Jun, the president of the student union of University A, stood up excitedly from the sofa seat, and the loud voice attracted coffee The side glances of other customers in the store.

"What are you shouting for?" The friend's voice suddenly raised, causing Weir, who was caught off guard, to spill the coffee he had just picked up. Looking at the scattered coffee stains on his pants, Weir raised his head and yelled back unceremoniously.

"Guest..." The two louder and louder undoubtedly attracted the waiter's attention.

"I'm sorry." Weir, who suddenly regained his artistic style, smiled sideways at the waiter, "My friend is a little..." As he said that, he circled his fingers around his head a few times.

The waiter understood the meaning of the words in seconds, and gave a sympathetic look to Jun, a high-achieving student in University A: "Okay. But please be careful. Other customers will complain." Then he turned and left.

In the face of his friend's slander, Jun didn't care at all, but sat down next to Weir, picked up the tissue on the table, and helped Weir wipe the coffee stains on his trouser legs, and immediately followed with a flattering smile: "Weir, these pants Give it to me later, and I'll wash it for you. And why haven't you talked to me about selling tickets before? And is this ticket selling well?"

"Have you asked?" Weir, who is very soft, said very generously, "Our school's club tradition is to earn extra club funds by ourselves. The concert tickets we get together with you every year are very popular."

No way, who made the selling point besides the concert itself, but also the A half-day tour that is not open to the public!

Even if you don't like to listen to concerts, you still have to buy a ticket to visit University A!

Weir very modestly did not describe to Jun that the supply of concert tickets in B University is in short supply every year.

Last year's new drum set and new guitar, as well as the luxurious party at the end of the semester all depended on the ticket money.

"That's it!" Jun, who is the president of the student union of A, was thoughtful, "I think this is also very good!"

Jun still remembers the chaos at the club fund meeting at the end of last semester.

So, Arthit, who was cleaning the concert venue, received a call from Jun.

"Hey, Arthit, have the concert tickets been issued yet?"

"Not yet. Does each academy have to have 25 people come to listen?"

"It didn't happen right. Let's change our thinking this time..."