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library.

After the shooting was completed, the photographer checked twice, felt that the material was enough, so he looked up and asked with a smile: "Do you two want to take a photo together?"

An Jiu was stunned and subconsciously looked at Yan Nancy.

The black uniform, white shirt and tie are low-key dark blue, with a gentle temperament, and even the ups and downs of the Adam's apple are elegant and beautiful.

"Do you want to take a photo?" he asked gentlemanly.

An Jiu nodded, raised her chin proudly, like a proud white swan, "Then... please take a photo for us."

"Okay, then use bookshelf as background. Your school has so many books... Be a little closer. You two are too far away and the composition is not good."

There seemed to be a huge pound under his feet, and An Jiu mustered up all the courage before getting closer to him a little.

On the contrary, Yan Nancy took the initiative to move her footsteps, neither alienated nor intimate.

The photographer pressed the shutter with a click. The two of them were pretty and were photographed no matter how they were photographed.

After taking a few photos, he looked down at the photos.

An Jiu thought the filming was over, so she secretly glanced at Yan Nancy.

Yan Nanxi seemed to feel something and looked down at him.

The two of them had a hot look in the air, one with a warm expression.

Yan Nanxi smiled: "Hmm? What's wrong?"

An Jiu was in a trance for a moment, almost indulging in his boundless tenderness. A photographer's disgraceful sentence sounded in his ears: "Student, do you want to give it a P? Grind your skin, pull your legs, lose your face, etc."

"..." An Jiu woke up, "No, just send me the negatives."

"Okay!"

Soon, she received a photo from the photographer.

My fingers slid lightly on the screen and landed on the last one.

It was taken by the photographer when they looked at each other.

She looked at Yan Nancy's eyes, liked, fascinated, and hoped.

Nancy's eyes looked gentle, but there was no trace of warmth.

An Jiu smiled bitterly, maybe it was time to give up.

There is nothing wrong with working hard itself, but if you work in the wrong direction, it may become her pain and trouble.

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stadium.

The photographer took a photo of Memorial Xi and Lu Xingye playing tennis. The two groups returned to the sculpture and gathered together. They always felt that something was missing.

"Study, exercise, and scenery are all..." He talked with another photographer for a while, and he slapped his thighs, "By the way, art!"

He hung up the phone and stared at the two of them with his eyes lit up: "Do you guys know what kind of musical instruments?"

An Jiu: "It's okay."

Yan Nancy: "Slightly understand."

Memorial: "Meet."

Lu Xingye: "Can be ammunition."

When the two photographers heard this, they didn't expect them to play well, but they didn't expect them to play well. Anyway, they are all beautiful girls, and if the picture is good, it will be effective. If it really doesn't work, you can have a musical soundtrack in the later stage.

When they arrived at the music classroom to shoot, the two photographers began to doubt their lives together.

Except for Lu Xingye's ability to play, he is really just the level of being able to play, and the other three people all performed professional performances.

Especially the little girl named Ji, she was simply a big shot, playing violin, cello, and piano at will, but she looked confused and didn't realize how powerful she was.

Lu Xingye had a very good sense of music, but he could also feel Memorial Xi's amazing talent, which was a little surprised.

An Jiu was even more shocked. Her face changed again and again, and she gritted her teeth and said, "President, does the Ji family know that she is so powerful..."
Chapter completed!