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Chapter 509 - Drawing a French Song
Chapter 509: Drawing a French Song
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Jun Shiling hurriedly caught Xia Wanyuan, pulled her into his arms, and stroked her hair.
“Can I apply to sleep in the master bedroom? I can’t sleep without you.”
“Mm,” Xia Wanyuan replied softly.
The joy in Jun Shiling’s eyes instantly rose. He picked Xia Wanyuan up by the waist. “Let’s go to sleep.”
Finally, he successfully returned to the master bedroom. Jun Shiling placed her on the bed and lay down himself. Feeling the warmth in his arms, Jun Shiling kissed Xia Wanyuan in satisfaction. “Madam, can you not chase me out next time?”
Xia Wanyuan hugged Jun Shiling’s waist and leaned on his chest. She finally felt sleepy. “The next time you torture me every day, go and sleep in the guest room.”
Jun Shiling’s grip on Xia Wanyuan tightened. “Then one less time every day in the future?”
Someone pinched his waist, and the corners of Jun Shiling’s lips curled up. “Okay, okay, okay. Sleep. I’ll try to control myself in the future.”
Xia Wanyuan snorted in his arms and didn’t speak further.
News spread quickly in the industry. Everyone now knew that Xia Wanyuan was Yuan Wanxia and that she was a professor at Qing University.
These people who were not in the arts did not have much feelings towards Yuan Wanxia’s identity. They only knew that her painting was decent, but everyone was very interested in her identity as a professor.
“Professor Xia,” Lin Xuan spoke first and greeted Xia Wanyuan.
However, the tone of this sentence felt a little strange.
As if she had not heard Lin Xuan’s words, Xia Wanyuan walked straight to her seat and sat. Lin Xuan looked at Xia Wanyuan, who had completely ignored her, and her heart was filled with hatred.
The recording studio outside was already prepared with stage lights and the host was already in position.
There were only four contestants in this episode, so other than the segment where the contestants performed, there were also rounds of PK matches.
The theme of “Singer” this time was foreign.
On the stage, the tall red-top church occasionally flashed past, the white marble pillars flashed past from time to time, and the sand was endless. The gods hidden in the cave whispered silently.
Xia Wanyuan had drawn a foreign song, and it was a French song that Xia Wanyuan didn’t even know how to write.
In the waiting room, Xia Wanyuan was asking Tang Yin which country ths song was from and how to read these words.
At the side, Lin Xuan scoffed. “No way? Professor Xia doesn’t even know French? Is this the standard of a professor?”