There is also spring for passers-by

Li Jiaqi's facial features are actually very ordinary, but she has good aesthetic taste and is very good at dressing up. Her original appearance of 6 points is increased to 9 points through her dressing and makeup. Her makeup is always very delicate, not vulgar, not ostentatious, but just right, giving people a feeling of being pure and elegant. In addition, she has been learning dance since she was a child and has a good temperament, which adds points to her appearance.

Wen Wan handed her the bag of snacks in her hand: "These are low-calorie snacks. I bought them downtown this weekend. You can have one and I can have one. Don't worry about gaining weight."

"Honey, you're my sunshine. Thank you! Oh, this weekend, the son of a friend my mom introduced me to is coming over to play with me. I don't want to pay any attention to him, but if I do, my mom will definitely nag me for a long time."

Li Jiaqi once asked Wen Wan: "We've known each other for so long, why have I never heard you mention your parents?"

"They divorced when I was very young. I was raised by my grandmother since I was born. My grandmother's surname is Wen, and she also gave me my name. My grandmother...is in another place."

Another place, that's another world.

The original owner no longer had any relatives in this world. Although she had parents, they didn't care about her. She had a father who had never cared about her, and a mother who always said that she would no longer care about her once she turned 18.

The meager living allowance her mother had given her wasn't enough, and it was a real hardship for her grandmother, who had endured countless hardships to raise her. But life had to go on, and she didn't want to stay in this world, because it was too cold for her. But she refused to give in, wanting her parents to regret their actions.

The more capable and outstanding she is, the more she will make her parents regret it.

Although she studied business administration, she can still attract everyone's attention.

Li Jiaqi said, "I'll go to your house tonight. I'll play the piano and you'll dance. Let's rehearse."

Wen Wan responded with "Okay".

This world's knowledge was far inferior to that of the interstellar world, and its art was also inferior. She discovered that playing the piano and dancing here could still generate artistic energy, though the energy's concentration was only 5% of that in the interstellar world. Even this, she thought, was impressive. She had secretly observed that, so far, she was the only one cultivating artistic energy.

If you have artistic energy, you can practice using artistic methods.

I wonder if the music played by the art teachers at C University’s Conservatory of Music and Arts will have artistic energy.

The New Year's Day party is organized by the C University Student Union. Each class will first present a program, and then the cultural and propaganda cadres of the student union will select it. It is not that your application will be accepted, but only if the program is really good will it be performed on the stage on the day of the party.

C University comprises ten colleges: the School of Economics and Management, the School of Business, the School of Chemical Engineering, the School of Biological Engineering, the School of Science and Technology, the School of Hydropower Engineering, the School of Liberal Arts, the School of Music and Arts, the School of Teachers' Education, and the School of Fine Arts. C University's School of Economics and Management ranks second in China for its similar programs, second only to Huaqing University; its School of Business is second only to Peking University, and these two colleges receive the most applications each year.

She came to this world just to rest and complete tasks. She didn't want to exhaust her brain to choreograph, compose, write lyrics, or draw when necessary.

The vice president of the student union and three cultural and publicity cadres invited all the students who were preparing programs to gather in the school auditorium on the weekend. Li Jiaqi didn't want to pay attention to the fat man, and didn't know what her mother meant. She insisted that he was the child of a family friend and also studied in Pengcheng, and insisted on introducing them to each other.

They met this morning. She had already told him that she was preparing a program for the New Year's Eve Gala, but this guy kept pestering her and insisted on going to C University with her.

Li Jiaqi had no time to hide from him. Seeing Wen Wan sitting in front, Chao sat down next to Wen Wan: "Wan Wan."

The fat man followed closely and also followed Li Jiaqi.

Wen Wan asked, "Your friend from that old family?"

The fat man said, "What old friends? I'm Jiaqi's childhood friend. We've known each other since she was in diapers."

Wenwan smiled. The fat man couldn't look directly at Li Jiaqi's fiery eyes. Anyone would know that he liked Li Jiaqi.

The fat man said, "Hello, I'm Li Jiaqi's childhood sweetheart, Song Qin."

Li Jiaqi said impatiently, "Wanwan, ignore him. I told him I was busy today and had to rehearse for the school program, but he refused to listen and insisted on coming."

Wen Wan could sense the artistic energy from the fat man. Although it was very subtle, this alone was enough to confirm her. "Senior Song, is he from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Li Jiaqi asked in surprise: "How did you know?"

Wen Wan said, "He has a strong artistic aura. Judging from Senior Song's temperament, if he's not studying music, then he must be studying fine arts."

Song Qin was amused. "You are absolutely right, my schoolmate. You are Jiaqi's best friend."

"Mr. Song, could you please let me and Wanwan talk? We still have to rehearse soon. If there's anything else, we can talk later. We'll both be at C University from now on, so there will be plenty of opportunities for us to meet."

Li Jiaqi disliked Song Qin at first sight, and even felt disgusted with him.

Song Qin had good facial features, but somehow he grew up to be a fat man.

Fat people really ruin the aesthetic sense, but Li Jiaqi has good aesthetic sense and is a face control.

Wen Wan dared to say that if she was ugly, Li Jiaqi would not even look at her.

"Jiaqi, we've known each other since you were in diapers. How dare you introduce me as your childhood friend? What's wrong with that? Why am I so embarrassed? If you don't like me, why did you agree to the marriage and engagement between our two families during your coming-of-age ceremony?"

Wenwan's gossipy eyes wandered between Song Qin and Li Jiaqi.

Li Jiaqi's face flushed with anger, "Song Qin, don't go too far."

"Are you worried that letting people know you're engaged will affect your status in your idol's heart? Li Jiaqi, if you want to pursue someone else, that's fine. Talk to your parents and both families will cancel the engagement..."

Wen Wan stood up and said, "Senior Song, if you have something to say, just talk it out nicely. If there's any misunderstanding, just explain it clearly. Jiaqi isn't that kind of person. Jiaqi, what's going on between you two?"

Li Jiaqi was so angry that tears rolled down her cheeks. "He wasn't like this in middle school. He was quite handsome. When we got engaged, he clearly promised me that he would control his diet, exercise more, and get back on track. But look at him! He even talked about things that were not presentable. Do you know how much weight he gained this month? 12 pounds. He already weighs 193 pounds. He swore to lose weight, but his words are like farts. He never did anything..."

"Is it because he's not presentable enough that I'm not introducing him to you? I want him to lose weight and take care of his image. My boyfriend can't be called a idol, but at least he can't be fat as a ball. He's not losing weight, but gaining weight instead. He's already gained 33 kilograms this semester..."

Li Jiaqi cried and talked.

"I'm going to participate in the International Youth Art Competition recently, and I have to prepare my work. I can't move for days or even more than ten days at a time. I don't eat much, so who knows how I gained weight.

Every time she sees me, she drags me to get on the scale. Once she notices I've gained weight, she acts like I owe her eight million and scolds me. I explain that this is a special time. "Song Qin isn't to be outdone. You're the apple of our eye, and I'm the treasure too," he says.