Interstellar Favorite Superstar

Part 113: Possessiveness

Russia's rustic fashion makes the screenwriter a few people become the focus of everyone outside the auditorium, and the people of the Literature Research Society are ridiculous.

Su Tan was calm and looked at the crowd with a smile, "I think it's good, this clothes is not easy to find online. President Yan, looking forward to your show."

This sentence completely stopped the laughter.

After all, today 's school day program selection is watching the program. In the end, the program 's effect is good or not, it directly determines whether their respective communities can be on the school day stage.

Yan Sihan looked down, and nodded, "Thank you, and look forward to your performance."

After waiting for a long time outside the entrance of the auditorium, Su Tan saw countless societies in front of him in high spirits, but came down from the stage with a faint look. Some are mistakes in the performance, some are not satisfactory, and they have not been well received by the judges and teachers, and others have been discouraged by seeing wonderful programs carefully prepared by other societies.

All kinds of expressions are indifferent.

This made Luke and Julien, who had no stage performance experience, more and more uneasy. With the passage of time, they gradually became anxious, stood up and turned around at any time, or rushed into the background to quietly observe the programs on the stage.

When the staff came to call with the program number list, "Forty-sixth! Is the screenwriter?"

Luke's face turned white for a while, and he saw no blood at all, and stood up swiftly.

Su Tan pressed his shoulder, got up with a smile, and responded to the staff: "Here!"

As he said, a group of people quickly walked behind the staff and walked backstage to the stage to prepare for the next show. Su Tan whispered and said to Luke, "Remember what we originally said? What are people? "

Luke answered subconsciously and blurted out: "Chinese cabbage!"

Su Tan nodded with a smile, his eyes were jeering, with a little bit of starry smile, but in Luke's eyes there was a great soothing power, for a moment to suppress the anxiety and anxiety in his heart.

He opened his mouth dumbly, nodded, and nodded heavily.

In the auditorium, a row of professional appraisal teachers from each department of Imperial College are sitting off the stage, taking advantage of the free time between the two programs, each raises a tea cup, and relieves the tired and tired nerves with thick hot tea .

Alvin, a 50-year-old acting professor, shook his head and sighed, "Hey, I'm too old. I've been sitting here for a long time and I can't help it."

Jennifer, the shrewd organizer of the celebration, immediately expressed her concern. "It's hard for you, Professor Irwin. You're tired of this 300th anniversary."

Wen Yan, Irwin smiled bitterly, waved his hands again and again, and said straightly: "The impact is still second, but unfortunately, there are no really good programs selected."

These remarks aroused the resonance of the teachers in the first row of judges around you.

"Not at all! I have watched more than 40 programs, nearly half of all the programs. Among them, there are many high-profile programs, but the real highlights and connotations are rare."

"I think the collective poem recitation program of the Literature Research Society just now is pretty good!"

"What's new? If it wasn't for the temperament of those children just now, I would have interrupted them already!"