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Chapter 101


Chapter 101: Is there a need for the Folk Music Department to exist?

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Wen Qiao quickened her pace. wait for me here. I’ll help you after I’m done with my stuff.

After saying that, he ran.

Lu Youyou held onto the railing. My Qiao, can’t you have the self-awareness of a great beauty? a disastrous beauty like you, who could make the king’s ‘beacon fire touched the feudal vassals’ in ancient times, should be praised by everyone.

Not long after, Wen Qiao returned, carrying her luggage in one hand and the bedding in the other. Lu Youyou followed behind and shouted, ” “I’ll carry one.”

“It’s okay, I’ll do it.”

Behind him were Zhao Tong and Xu Lu, each holding a cup of star Frappuccino. Zhao Tong snorted, ” “See that? You don’t even have a helper to carry your luggage, yet you’re still frowning every day because of Wen Qiao. Folk Music Department, a Department that’s wavering in the wind and rain, a Candle in the Wind. Who knows, one day, Wen Qiao might keep repeating it and the Department will be closed, and she’ll get lost and go home.”

Only then did Xu Lu reveal a smile.

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There were four people in the dormitory-Wen Qiao, Lu Youyou, a short-haired androgynous girl tidying up the bed, and a loli-looking girl in traditional Chinese clothing with a timid look in her eyes.

Lu Youyou introduced herself. The short-haired girl was called Lin Xiang, the one playing the flute, and the loli girl was called Chun Xiao, the one playing the drum.

Wen Qiao gave Fu Nanli a call, but his phone was already switched off. His flight was at five in the afternoon, and this seemed to be the last assessment. After he passed the assessment, he would be able to return to his position as a Captain.

Wen Qiao stared at the two million Yuan in her account, feeling extremely vexed.

If she gave him another two million, would he transfer her four million in return?

She was in a difficult position.

“Too much!” Lu Youyou suddenly shouted with righteous indignation, and Wen Qiao’s attention was attracted by her.

“What now?”

the school forum has initiated a on whether to close down the Folk Music Department. At present, 96% of the people are in favor of closing down the Department, and only 4% d against closing down the Department.

[ is there a need for the Folk Music Department to exist? ]

no, we were able to recruit 100 students last year, but only 38 this year. I’ve done some research, and at least 20 of them want to change departments.

[ isn’t it a waste of resources to open so many classes and hire so many professors just for 38 students? ]

[ I heard that hai Yin’s Folk Music Department has only accepted single-digit students. It’s currently being adjusted. Next year, the Folk Music Department will probably not be opened. ]

no! Lu Youyou stomped her feet in anger. if even the Central Conservatory of Music closes down the Folk Music Department, then folk music is really over.

Wen Qiao took out the lute from her case and wiped it gently and carefully. “The Folk Music Department won’t close, don’t worry.”

“I won’t turn it off,” Lin Xiang said, holding the flute tightly.

In the dormitory next door, Zhao Tong was scrolling on her phone, ” Lulu, let’s quickly add bricks and tiles to the voting for the closing of the Folk Music Department. Let’s cast a .

Xu Lu clicked into the school forum and cast a ‘in favor of closing the Folk Music Department’.

It seemed like she didn’t have to deal with Wen Qiao.

Many people wanted her to get lost.

The students from the other departments all felt that the Folk Music Department had pulled down the class of the school as a whole, and they couldn’t wait to kick Wen Qiao and the others, who played the PIPA and erhu, out of the school.

The voting was so serious that it made its way to the Student Union and even the School Board of Directors.

Apart from the Folk Music Department students, everyone else felt that it was a waste of public resources to organize a formal Department for 38 students.

The principal strongly opposed the closing of the Folk Music Department.

The principal did not have the final say in this school. There was a Board of Directors in the school, and they would on their decisions.
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