The old dean seemed to have picked up some treasure, and he couldn't bear to let go of Long Qi's hand.

It was not until he brought Long Qi and Xu Meixing to the multi-purpose hall that he excitedly introduced to a group of middle and senior executives from the Beijing Film Academy who were doing their own things:

"Everyone will put everything in your hands first. Come on, let me introduce you to a master."

In order to prepare for this afternoon's audition, the department chairs and vice presidents of various major departments of the Beijing Film Academy gathered together. When they heard the introduction of the master, everyone immediately gathered.

The old dean was so eloquent that he boasted about Long Qi, which made Brother Qi unable to come out of Taiwan on the spot.

The vice principals and department chairs present at the moment looked at Long Qi with disbelief and suspicion. Some people simply disliked Long Qi and directly attributed this guy to the kind of scammers.

How old are you? How dare you be a master?

Someone said directly:

"Dean, this audition this afternoon is very important. I think you should invite me again another day. Let us all learn about the master's skills!"

The old dean was so happy that his head was a little too turned. He didn't hear the meaning in the words of this subordinate. Instead, he nodded:

"Old He, you are right, but the little master rarely comes here today. You can't just waste the opportunity. Just like this, call your daughter here."

Lao He is a professor in his sixties and the vice president of the college. When he heard the old dean's words, he was stunned:

"What are you asking her to do?"

The old dean looked intoxicated:

"Zi Jin is the dance of our school's body lecturer and the little master. It's unfathomable. Lao He, this is an excellent opportunity. Maybe if your daughter can be a coincidence, she will be the little master. At that time, I promise that Lao He will wake up laughing when he falls asleep!"

Old Hexin said I didn’t know if I was asleep and smiled or not, but if you, a master, were exposed as a Xibei product, don’t blame my daughter for not giving you face.

At this time, a person walked quickly in front of him was Ma Dagang:

"Everyone, it's about to start, the judges are still empty! Oh, Long...!"

Long Qi hurriedly winked at him, and Lao Ma immediately understood and changed the subject:

"Mei Xing, come too, and give us a reference. Old Dean, hurry up, I'll wait for you!"

The old dean had no choice but to wave his hand to greet a man in his thirties, and apologize to Long Qiyiji with great apology:

"My little master, I'm so sorry. Since I heard your deafening words that night, I'm so excited. Today I finally hope for you."

"In this way, I will immediately ask our body lecturer to come over. You must do me a favor and provide her with profound guidance on art, so that the teaching quality of our college can reach a new level and add bricks to the art cause! I would like to ask you all this!"

As he said that, the old dean actually bowed deeply to Long Qi. Brother Qi was so scared that he hurriedly hurriedly avoided the side and hurriedly reached out to help the old dean up.

The old guy was very enthusiastic, and Long Qi couldn't refuse, so he could only smile and nod and agreed.

The old dean then gave a few more instructions to the person who was calling around him. In short, everything had to be listened to Long Qi, so he took the senior management of the school and walked out.

The middle-aged man is the secretary of the old dean, gentle and gentle, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes shining, but with a deep sense of suspicion.

"Uh, I don't know what you call Master?"

Long Qi didn't notice the other party's eyes at all and said with a smile:

"Long Qi!"

The secretary sneered again in his heart. He heard that this name was a master who was uneducated and bullshit.

Is the old dean really a confused person?

This kind of product can be picked up everywhere on the street.

Just in time, let this guy be so ugly and teach you a lesson.

The secretary didn't know Long Qi's identity, nor did he see Lao Ma's attitude just now, nor did he know that Long Qi came with Xu Meixing.

"How about I'll take you to see Teacher He directly!"

The secretary did not allow Long Qi to refute it at all. He took Long Qiqi to a large body training ground next to the multi-functional hall.

As soon as he entered, Long Qi saw seventy or eighty young and beautiful girls, some of whom were practicing various decomposition movements in ballet with the glass wall, some were sliding, some were spinning, and some were jumping.

A woman with a slender figure, a pair of thighs as straight as a compass, and about thirty-two or three years old is tutoring.

After Long Qi entered, his eyes involuntarily fell on the woman's thighs.

The woman was wearing a tight black one-piece training suit, and her figure was so slutty that she was drooling.

The legs are straight, the buttocks are round, the waist is slender, the chest is full, and the large V-shaped training suit reveals a dazzling white skin. The black and white contrast is even more attractive.

"Teacher He, please come here."

The secretary was obviously extremely obsessed with Teacher He, and when he shouted, he felt an uncontrollable admiration in his voice.

Teacher He turned his head, but his delicate face was full of coldness:

"I understand, you go first."

The secretary was a little regretful, and then frowned at Long Qi:

"You just wait here. Remember, don't disturb Teacher He's rehearsal."

After saying that, the secretary walked out reluctantly.

He Zijin is very famous at the Beijing Film Academy. She has won numerous super awards internationally and even dug up the National Song and Dance Troupe many times, but she has never been interested in going there.

Long Qi saw that the other party had no intention of paying attention to him, and was not angry, and watched with a smile.

More than ten minutes passed, and He Zijin came over and looked at Long Qi with a cold face, and his tone was even colder as if it was the popsicle that Da Xia had just taken out of the refrigerator:

"Are you a master?"

Long Qi knew that this girl had a prejudice against her and thought to herself that I don’t know you and wouldn’t steal your job. How nervous?

He giggled and stretched out his dog's paws:

"I'm just a little bitch and despised. Hello, Teacher He, we need to communicate more!"

He Zijin had no intention of reaching out to shake hands with him. He turned around and shouted coldly:

"gather!"

Seventy or eighty girls immediately stopped their actions and lined up in several rows.

When they saw Long Qi, the girls immediately started to talk in a low voice.

"Wow, handsome guy! So handsome!"

"Flower fanatic, don't you think he has a melancholy temperament?"

"This is not Teacher He's relationship, right?"

"Shh, just a little bit, it's a pity for the old virgin to hear you!"

He Zijin turned around and said coldly to Long Qi:

"Dance dance, let me see if you deserve the title of Master."

Long Qi was furious and turned around and left:

"Teacher He, you are sick!"

"you……!"

He Zijin was so angry that his body trembled slightly by Long Qi's words. Seeing that he was about to leave, he immediately said angrily:

"You stop, my mother's classroom, where do you come whenever you want and leave whenever you want?"

Long Qi laughed:
Chapter completed!