The green camphor tree has a deep view

Sunday. F Auditorium.

As the night deepened, the cultural performance was coming to an end. The finale performances took place on stage one after another, stirring up waves of joy.

Song Jingshen frowned as soon as he entered the door. The speakers made a loud rhythmic sound of "boom, boom, boom", and the band on the stage sang at the top of their lungs. The bass, drums, keyboards... combined to create stimulating sounds, which made the audience sing and dance like crazy.

It's too noisy! Song Jingshen endured the noise and flipped through the program in his hand. The next program was Wen Qing's girl group dance. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't bother to come to such a place.

Soon, the lead singer of the band sang a high note that broke through the sky, and ended the performance amid a wave of cheers. After the band members and instruments left the stage, a group of beautiful young girls appeared on the stage, causing a burst of amazement from the audience.

"This dance is interesting! The teacher they invited was once a Korean management trainee." Song Jingshen heard someone excitedly gossiping next to him, "Last month, the lead dancer was temporarily replaced. It seems to be a beautiful freshman. Were you at the last rehearsal?"

"Isn't the area cleared? How can I come here?" the person on the other side complained.

"I was just debugging the equipment when I came in." The gossip maker chuckled and said, "The lead dancer wore a short skirt and danced so hot! Oh my god, I couldn't sleep that night!"

This sentence caused a small round of laughter.

"Look at what you have accomplished! Can it be more exciting than that movie?"

"Ahem..." The boy's ears turned red, and he said in annoyance, "She is too beautiful, and her movements are... Oh, I can't explain it clearly, you can see for yourself."

The boys in their early twenties were full of hormones, and when they heard this, they all stretched their necks to look at the stage.

Song Jingshen was in a bad mood and walked towards the front row. He gave his pass to Wen Qing, so there should be no seats left. He planned to find a corner to stand for a while. But the empty space in the front row was crowded with a large group of people who had no seats like him, rubbing shoulders with each other and pushing each other, no one would give way to anyone else.

When had he ever been treated like this? Song Jingshen narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and was about to dive into the crowd when he was suddenly stopped by a charming voice.

“Brother Jingshen, you are here too?”

Song Jingshen looked in the direction of the voice and found Gu Jia sitting in the front aisle. She looked at him in disbelief: "Do you want to come and sit? My uncle is not here."

There was indeed an empty seat to her right, and on the back of the chair was a piece of paper with the three bold words "Gu Huaiyuan" printed on it.

Song Jingshen nodded at her, walked over with a swagger, passed her, and sat in Gu Huaiyuan's seat.

"Why didn't your uncle come?" Song Jingshen asked casually, his eyes wandering towards the stage.

The view from the front row is indeed good. Under the lighting, the girl on the stage is very close and every detail is clearly visible.

"He seems to have a lecture and their schedule conflicts." Gu Jia stared at Song Jingshen's profile without blinking, repeatedly sighing in her heart that he was so good-looking, with his strong brows and nose bones, sharp thin lips and jaw, every part of him was perfect for the aesthetic, and just looking at him was enough to make one intoxicated.

"Brother Jingshen, why don't you have a ticket? Didn't Fang Ziming give you a pass?" Gu Jia asked for the sake of conversation.

"I gave it to you. I forgot to bring it." Song Jingshen responded casually. Suddenly he thought of something and asked, "Your seat was added temporarily, right? Who arranged it? Fang Ziming or his sister?"

"Sister Fang arranged it. She knows me." Gu Jia added the details softly, "I met her at the Song family's old house last time. You were not at home at that time, and Uncle Song even mentioned you..."

"Well, it's Sister Fang's arrangement." Song Jingshen didn't hear the rest of the words at all, and his attention returned to the stage.

The girls on the stage adjusted their formation and waited for the music to start. Wen Qing stood in the middle of the team, at the back of the stage, and he couldn't see her face clearly.

Although her face was not clearly visible, her clothes were clearly visible. Those gossiping perverts might be disappointed. Wen Qing was not wearing a short skirt. She was wearing a pair of khaki overalls. She had replaced her suspenders with a tight T-shirt. Her chest was covered with silver sequins, which sparkled under the light.

Song Jingshen silently curled up his lips, and a smile crept onto his handsome face. The last time he sent her back to the dormitory, he said "Don't wear the wrong clothes again" before leaving, but he didn't expect that she really changed her clothes.

Her thoughts immediately drifted to that night when she was pinned by him in the corner, unable to move, with tears in her eyes but stubbornly trying not to cry. Her look was truly touching.

Song Jingshen's palms were still getting hot - that hand had been holding her slender waist, just like holding a curved ruyi - that waist was so soft and boneless that it seemed like it would break with the slightest force, making him unable to help but knead it a few times, wanting to see how soft it was.

The music started on the stage, and the charming Korean songs filled the whole place. The girls danced to the songs, their movements were uniform and powerful, which was very entertaining. Wen Qing was the leader, and her movements were more complicated than the others, especially the floor movements, which required strong explosive power.

"Her movements are so weak and her expression is so restrained... Why did Teacher Lin choose her?" Gu Jia muttered softly, then tilted her head and said to Song Jingshen's profile, "If she hadn't sprained her ankle the last time she went to your old house, she would never have been the lead dancer in this dance."

"Oh?" Song Jingshen turned around and asked her, "Isn't this dance performed by her?"

"It was originally my show, and she was here temporarily to fill in for me." Gu Jia said indignantly, "She is not professional at all, everything about her is so soft, and her expression and temperament are all petty... She is not worthy of dancing this dance!"

"She doesn't deserve it." Song Jingshen replied briskly, his eyes returning to Wen Qing on the stage.

Wen Qing was bending over on the ground, stretching her long legs, then she immediately turned over and made a cute hip-thrusting movement towards the audience, which caused whistles from the front row.

Song Jingshen stood up with a gloomy face, walked past Gu Jia and went to the side door on the side of the stage.

"Leaving now?" Gu Jia grabbed his sleeve and quickly got to the point: "Grandma will be at the old house this weekend, don't forget to go."

"I can't forget it." Song Jingshen pulled his hand away calmly, patted her head instead, and softened his voice, "Your foot is not healed yet, are you still going this time?"

"Uncle Song asked me to go." Gu Jia blushed slightly, "Uncle Song said that my foot is not healed yet, and asked me to take your car..."

"The Song family has no driver anymore?" Song Jingshen asked, his smile not reaching his eyes. "My car is a mess, I'm afraid it will dirty your eyes..."

Gu Jia lowered her head in disappointment, with flames of jealousy rising in her heart.

It seems that the woman Yin Xiaoxiao saw was not simple! Not only did she follow Song Jingshen, but she also made Song Jingshen not shy about her existence - Song Jingshen has always been a bit of a clean freak in this regard, and few women can get on his car, let alone be used by him to fool himself - so, where did that woman come from? !

It was impossible for Song Jingshen to marry a woman who was not from a wealthy family, and that woman was dressed in ordinary clothes. Yin Xiaoxiao didn't even recognize her, so it was obvious that she was not from a wealthy family.

But - Gu Jia couldn't help but clench her fists - if she took the path of a concubine - like Zhou Wen, accompanied him all year round, gave birth to a son, and then sought to rise to the top...

Gu Jia gritted her teeth and made a secret decision: Find that woman and get rid of her as soon as possible.