Volume 561 The Target of a Living Person

The mother's excited cry finally caught the family's attention, and Qin Guan and Xu Xiaoxiao, who were walking in front, naturally heard their discussion about themselves.

Ever since, as a member of the most polite Chinese country, Qin Guan turned his head to the back very friendly, and gave the family the most beautiful greeting smile.

'oh! '

'hiss…'

The family was immersed in this beautiful smile. They thought that the models that appeared in the camera were always beautified a lot because of makeup, clothing, shooting angles and post-production.

But Qin Guan in front of them, standing in front of everyone, wearing the most ordinary student clothes, showing such a simple smile, is more clean and beautiful than him in the camera, beautiful and clear.

Or that gene mutation is a special case that occurs in every family, Qin Guan who turned his head shrugged his shoulders towards Xu Xiaoxiao, and was just about to continue pushing the cart when his calf was hugged firmly.

"Are you the little prince in Snow White? I want to meet the dragon!"

This kid must have watched the cartoons. If there is an evil dragon in Snow White, I guess the princess will die of poison before the prince can save the princess, right?

The blond-haired young lady has a happy face, his blue eyes are shining brightly, the black-haired prince who watched cartoons is now appearing alive in front of his eyes, so happy, what should I do?

On the other hand, the incoming freshman this time, Zhengtai's elder brother Mi Ti, recognized Qin Guan, but before he went up to express his admiration, his younger brother took the lead.

I'm so envious, he really wants to hug Qin Guan's long legs, what should I do?

And this family quickly got together because of this little baby.

"Qin Guan? Are you the Qin Guan who played the confession of dangerous thoughts?"

"Uh, I am!"

"That's great! It's not in vain that we came all the way here to give Mi Ti away. It's really a fate."

"Come to Qin Guan and take a photo with us, let us show off your photo everywhere when we go home!"

"Must, let Mitty and Qin Guan take a picture first, then insert it into the photo album, and when our neighbors get together, we will show them specially!"

Aww...

This group of people started to move, and at this time, the little Zhengtai had already regarded Qin Guan as a tree in his backyard, stepped on Qin Guan's thigh, grabbed his trouser belt, and was struggling towards his waist. Chest climbing.

From now on, the extreme sport of freehand rock climbing will definitely have a place for this young man.

The whole family surrounded Qin Guan, smiling brilliantly in front of the camera, but the poor Xu Xiaoxiao naturally did not belong to the part of the camera.

He was very sadly arranged next to the cart to guard the family's luggage.

Naturally, the phenomenon of this group of people desperately surrounding a big boy to take pictures as souvenirs alarmed the parents of other families who also came to lead the freshmen to register.

Why are these people so weird?

Without photographing the beautiful campus environment, majestic and majestic lion statues, and vigorous sportsmen on the grass, what kind of effort do they have to take pictures of a Columbia student?

As a result, people's curiosity is infinitely extended, just like you are in a crowded place, looking up at the sky as if someone else is looking up at the sky, many people passing by you will definitely stop and join you Wait and see.

The eyes of the group of parents all turned to the protagonist surrounded in the center, Qin Guan.

"Hey, husband, do you think the boy in the middle looks familiar?"

"Hey, my dear, do you think I'm delusional? Has that kid been in an Armani commercial?"

"Oh, my God, Pooh, are there any stars in Columbia University? Is it him or his family?"

"How about we go and have a look?"

"Go and ask, will you know?"

Hulala... The crowd passed by in a small circle, and rushed towards Qin Guan.

In just one minute, Qin Guan was surrounded by curious parents of freshmen.

There was still the same heavy household appliance on the creaking cart, the only difference was that Xu Xiaoxiao was the only one pushing it hard.

Followed by the freshmen's parents with big bags and small bags, Timmy is holding Zhengtai's younger brother he rescued from Qin Guan.

Why use the word rescue?

Because at this time, Qin Guan has been surrounded by crowds from three circles inside and three circles outside. The excited parents also regard Qin Guan as a scenery in Columbia University, and every crowd who passes by here will run up Let's take a photo together.

And the school was very cooperative with such behavior. At some point, a meter away from Qin Guan, there was an emergency medicine distribution point, as well as free road signs and maps.

This is treating Qin Guan as a temporary target of Columbia University.

The most exaggerated thing is that Vivian, who discovered this grand occasion, planted Qin Guan's fan flag on the turf behind Qin Guan, fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

Cong Nianwei on the side was laughing backwards and forwards. If there was a 5-cent sign for a group photo next to it, everyone would probably think of the monkeys used for group photos in the zoo, and they charged the same fee.

It was not until the sun at noon was too vicious that the wave after wave of freshmen was reminded that it was time for lunch.

Cong Nianwei, who was already acting as a volunteer, picked up the bag beside her, and patted the shoulder of Qin Guan, who had already petrified in one movement and had a stiff face.

"Why don't we go to the teacher's office and order a dick now that there is no one else?"

"Have you forgotten that you plan to ask for leave as soon as school starts?"

After listening to Cong Nianwei's last words, Qin Guan, who had been sluggish for a long time, finally had a reaction. He turned his head stiffly and slowly, blinking his eyelids that were sore from laughing.

"Weizi! Come, help me! My arms and legs don't belong to me anymore."

Guess what, this group of enthusiastic parents and freshmen exhausted their greatest strength and enthusiasm to hug Qin Guan tightly to take a photo.

Some exaggerated female students are even more hands-on. This series of photos is better than Qin Guan's continuous seven or eight independent shows in the fashion week.

"Oh, yes, my old waist, rub it for me, it's all purple by them..." (To be continued.)

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