At the end of November, the school organised a symphony concert, which included the cello performance of Ji Bai.
In the background, Jibai is tuning the cello, preparing for the performance.
Roommate Qiaoqiao walked over to her, sat down, and mysteriously said to her, "I heard a few boys say that after the performance is over, Senior Qi Li is going to confess to you again."
Jibai's hand, adjusting the strings, paused slightly. "Didn't you all reject him?"
"But he really likes you and has been waiting for you to break up."
"But I didn't break up either."
Qiao Qiao sighed and sighed: "In fact, Senior Qi Li is really good. He looks like a male god, his family is quite rich, and his character is very good. Even Xu Jiayi's kind of arrogant girl has a crush on him, I think. Although he is not as handsome as your boyfriend and he is not as cool as a car, Qi Li feels more secure, don't you think?"
