The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing stepped off the stage and felt as if her waist and legs were not her own. After the intense exercise, her whole body felt a little numb, like a doll with inflexible joints. Her limbs seemed to have their own ideas and were not under her control.

"Are you okay? Do you want to vomit?" Teacher Lin asked with concern, "You have always lacked physical strength. I didn't expect you to be able to dance like this today. I know you tried your best."

Wen Qing's nose felt sore. She was deeply moved that her hard work over the past few days was finally recognized by her teacher.

"Go backstage and take a break. Relax your muscles before you go." Teacher Lin handed over a towel and said with a smile. "Wipe off the sweat. There's a little fan waiting for you backstage. Pay attention to your image."

"Little fanboy?" Wen Qing looked confused. Before she could ask, Teacher Lin left in a hurry, leaving her alone at the side curtain.

Wen Qing looked down at the audience and found that Yin Xiaoxiao's seat in the front row was empty.

When they first entered the venue, Yin Xiaoxiao came alone. She looked very depressed because the boy she liked was not by her side.

Did the boy come? Wen Qing thought, if he didn't come, Yin Xiaoxiao might be sad for a while.

Most of the people sitting in the front row had left, with only a few people left, as if they were waiting for the crowded crowd to disperse.

A man and a woman were standing at the side of the front row. The man was tall and handsome, while the woman was charming and noble. The perfect couple was very eye-catching in the bright light.

Wen Qing glanced from a distance and found that the man was Song Jingshen - people are really different, some people try every means to find tickets, while others can pass through without tickets. Thinking of this, Wen Qing couldn't help but wonder who the girl next to him was.

Song Jingshen was standing with his back to her, mostly covering the girl next to him, so her face couldn't be seen clearly for a moment, but the intimate posture of the two was obvious.

Wen Qing thought of the women's sweatshirt and concealer pen in his car, and felt uncomfortable, as if she had accidentally used someone else's toothbrush. She felt a little disgusted.

She withdrew her gaze and walked backstage with her aching waist and legs.

The aisle leading to the backstage was narrow and dim, with people walking hurriedly past from time to time. On the side of the aisle were scattered props, bits of clothing left behind by the actors, and spare clothes temporarily deposited by some individuals.

Wen Qing was worried that the backstage was too messy, so she put her backpack on a stool in the aisle before going on stage, taking a place to rest.

There were not many people in the aisle at the moment, so she quickly found her bag, took out a coat from it and put it on, then sat down on the stool again, feeling a lot more relaxed.

Just then, two people suddenly emerged from the backstage door and walked towards this side.

"Sister Xiao Wen?" one of them asked tentatively. It was Yin Xiaoxiao's voice.

Wen Qing responded: "It's me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yin Xiaoxiao jumped in front of her: "It's really you! We've been waiting for you backstage for a long time, and you're still hiding in the aisle!"

Wen Qing felt a little embarrassed by what she said. She really had no plan to go backstage - the actors who danced with her were all there, and it would be inevitable to exchange pleasantries when they met. Teacher Lin also said just now that a little fan boy came backstage, and she didn't want to be in the spotlight in front of everyone.

"I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest early." She explained to Yin Xiaoxiao and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"It's him who insists on seeing you." Yin Xiaoxiao pointed behind her, and a tall boy walked forward.

Wen Qing's eyes widened instantly. Surprise overcame fatigue and made her stand up from the stool.

"Hello, I'm Qi Fan..." The older boy smiled and blinked at her, as if asking her to keep the secret.

"Just now, Xiaoxiao and I wanted to take a dance video of you, but the organizer stopped us. I thought it would be better not to leave any regrets, so I came backstage to wait for you."

"Uh... I think I'd better forget about filming the video." Wen Qing refused. She couldn't help but look at Yin Xiaoxiao. Seeing that she didn't seem to know that Qi Fan knew her, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"See, I told her she wasn't happy about it!" Yin Xiaoxiao said to Qi Fan like a spoiled child, "It's better not to force her!"

Qi Fan stared at Wen Qing and suddenly chuckled: "Okay, let's talk about it later."

"Let's go, we'll take you back to the dormitory." Yin Xiaoxiao dragged Wen Qing's hand and walked out. Wen Qing had just put on her backpack when she suddenly felt her shoulders lighten. She turned around and saw that the bag was already in Qi Fan's hand.

"You're tired, let me help you." He looked at her and said.

There is Song Jingshen’s pass in the bag!

Wen Qing looked at the bag nervously and wanted to take it back, but Qi Fan stopped her: "What's wrong? Are there important items?" As he said that, he was about to look into the bag.

"Hey, hey, hey, can you just look at a girl's bag? You're such a straight man!" Yin Xiaoxiao patted Qi Fan and said angrily, "If you want help carrying the bag, just carry it honestly. You looked through the bag and saw things you shouldn't have. You're not afraid of embarrassment, but others are."

"Who rummaged through my bag?" Qi Fan threw the bag over his shoulder and said unconvincedly, "I didn't even want to take a look."

After her fuss, Wen Qing had no choice but to ask Qi Fan for help. The three of them walked through the aisle, two in front and one behind, and left the auditorium through the side door of the stage.

Outside the side door of the auditorium is a winding path leading to a large student activity area, where several open-air basketball courts, six-person football fields and badminton courts are compactly distributed. Next to it is a convenience store with a long queue in front of the store.

The lights come on and night falls. The tall lamp posts radiate dazzling light, illuminating the entire stadium as bright as day. The young students sweat profusely on the field. Some people cheer and applaud on the sidelines, while others boo and make a scene. It is quite lively.

"Xiaoxiao, can you buy me a bottle of water?" Qi Fan suddenly asked in a very polite tone.

"Sure. What do you want to drink?" Yin Xiaoxiao asked happily, "Soda water? Pulse? They don't have functional drinks like that."

Wen Qing frowned slightly, thinking that Yin Xiaoxiao was being too proactive.

"Ordinary mineral water will do." Qi Fan said, and then asked Wen Qing, "What do you want to drink?"

"I don't need it," Wen Qing quickly refused, "I have it in my bag."

"Then I'll go!" Yin Xiaoxiao greeted Qi Fan in a sweet voice, turned around and ran towards the convenience store.

Wen Qing was silent for a moment - she had known Yin Xiaoxiao for so long, but had never seen her so shy and timid.

"Do you know Fang Ziming?" Qi Fan suddenly asked.

"Who?" Wen Qing looked up unexpectedly and met his sparkling eyes.

"Who got you a seat? The front row seats are never sold."

"How do you know they don't sell tickets?" Wen Qing forced herself to remain calm. "Have you ever seen the show?"

"Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. When have the front row tickets for performances sponsored by the Fang family ever been sold? Those are reserved for the big guys with connections. Even Yin Xiaoxiao's father can't get a seat."

Wen Qing was stunned. She didn't expect that Qi Fan, a senior high school student, actually understood all these things. But in Qi Fan's eyes, these were just common sense. Only Wen Qing made him feel that they were counterintuitive.

"But not only did you get a front-row seat the night before the show, you got two at once!" Qi Fan continued, "and you obviously don't know Fang Ziming, so who is helping you?"

"Just an acquaintance," Wen Qing replied calmly, "Who he is has nothing to do with you. Even if you find him through deduction and solve the case, it will be meaningless to you."

"Who said it's meaningless? He's getting in my way!"

"How can he hinder you?" Wen Qing found it funny.

Qi Fan took a few steps closer and stared at her closely: "Are you stopping me from chasing you?"