The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Now that it has been decided that the performance is to play the piano, Junci will start learning the corresponding materials from today.

She is actually not good at this aspect. She used to be born to death in the interstellar, in the interstellar battlefield, driving a good spaceship, playing a good mecha, who has the leisure to play in this area.

Although of course it is to learn now.

Jun Ci quickly asked Gulu to book a piano online, because she had to practice, and she didn't choose a cheap one.

I bought a Yamaha piano, a few million...

After booking, Jun Ci went to the club.

Nowadays, the workload of the club is also booming, and it has also recruited several history and Chinese departments to construct the plot.

They all came in for the sake of Junci. I don't know why they can be so addicted to a mobile game.

After leaving, Jun Ci met Fan Ming.

The president of the society.

Jun Ci also knows his general information about this person who has long been heard.

When she went, Fan Ming was talking to Mo Chaoyang.

Seeing Junci coming, Mo Chaoyang beckoned to Junci as soon as his eyes lit up, "Junci."

As soon as he waved, Fan Ming followed his gaze.

Then came a start.

Although I have seen Junci's information on the school forum beforehand, the photo has already been taken down, so the real person has not seen it yet.

At the first glance at Junci, Fan Ming felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The teenager wore a simple camel winter coat. In addition to his slender figure, the face mask was extremely conspicuous.

Her eyes are really beautiful.

Can be like stars, as deep as the ocean, when you decide to look at it, it seems to be able to breathe in the human soul.

His eyebrows are as gorgeous as peach blossoms, similar to a demon, which brings him a hint of femininity, but his fierceness and eyes are full of pressure, which suppresses the femininity.

This is a teenager who feels contradictory at first glance.

He has the sense of cleanliness of an average teenager, but not the green and weak, but rather strong.

Although wearing a mask, the appearance alone really lives up to the reputation of the school.

Fan Ming walked over, with a business smile on his face: "Hello, Fan Ming."

Jun Ci and Fan Ming shook their hands and nodded: "Hello, President, I am Jun Ci."

Anyhow, it is the president of this society.

Mo Chaoyang looked a little excited: "Chairman, the procedure I mentioned earlier was produced by Junci."

Speaking of procedures, Mo Chaoyang lowered his voice because they were outside at this time, and there were others.

Fan Ming looked at Junci, his eyes lightened: "Junci, can we talk alone? I am very interested in the program in your hands."

"Since the chairman wants to talk, let's talk."

Jun Ci pursed his lips and walked to the school cafe with Fan Ming without any twisting.

Fan Ming has been in the company's research institute all the year round, but he also realizes that the charm of this school grass is really not covered. Girls along the way will subconsciously stop and look at Junci, and some boys will also admire and admire their eyes.

She was so admired by boys, about the last time she became famous on the basketball court.

When it comes to the cafe, there are not many people.

Some were curious when they saw the school grass coming, but there was probably something and they left soon.

After sitting down, each of them ordered a cup of coffee.

Then began to talk about the Junci program. Fan Ming did some homework beforehand, so when he came up, he asked about the studio behind Junci vaguely.