The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 422 Calligraphy Competition
Compared to her elder brother who was swift and resolute, coming and going like the wind, Song Ye at the moment seemed a little girly. Although it didn't fit her personality, all the events tonight were so weird that she had to stand at the door and look at her from a distance. Looking at the direction where the car exhaust disappeared, he fell into deep thought for a long time.

The smell of tobacco that men are used to on the suit jacket still lingers, and the traces, mixed with the coldness of the night, rush into her mind, and the medal pinned to her chest is heavy, like someone's hot heart hanging on her heart.

Qin Zhan came back specially for her, and accompanied her to eat, go shopping and watch movies. These kind of good things were too obvious, so obvious that it made people feel heavy.

"Major General..." She rubbed the medal under her hand and murmured.

At the age of 26, he was promoted to the rank of major general. This should be the unprecedented No.1 in the history of country Z. It is no wonder that the Han family did not hesitate to use the trick of getting on the bus first and then paying the fare to tie up Qin Zhan. Maybe even the Qin family can't wait for it now Qin Zhan went back to inherit the family business.

But this news may not be a good thing for Song Ye.

She has no intention of being an enemy of Qin Zhan, but in fact this kind of confrontation has a high probability of ending. The higher the opponent's position and power, the more dangerous Song Ye will be.

After vigorously wiping her stiff face in the cold wind, Song Ye turned and walked into the house. At that moment, her heart was in a mess.

When she came to school on Monday, the head teacher kindly called Song Ye into the office. Compared with the cold brows at the beginning of school, the attitude of the female head teacher now can be described as flattering and dog-legged.

"Song Ye, are you feeling better? Why is your complexion still not good? Do you need to rest for a few more days? Don't study too hard..." Balabala, 10 minutes after Song Ye walked into the office, he was greeted by the head teacher for 10 minutes .

"Teacher, what's the matter?" In the end, Song Ye couldn't take it anymore, rubbed his forehead with a headache, and interrupted her nagging.

"Oh, I heard that your calligraphy is very good. There is a competition in the school. I hope you can participate. Of course, it is best to invite Meng Ziheng to participate." At this time, when it comes to business, I am not sloppy or shy at all.

Of course, Song Ye also caught the point in a second, "I remember that Meng Ziheng didn't participate in any competitions."

"Yeah." The head teacher's face was tense, and he gave Song Ye a pleading look, his voice lowered eight degrees, "So, I hope you can help tell me that this competition is very important." The point is, No .1 and No.2 wins, the homeroom teacher has a bonus.

Song Ye has lived for 30 years at least, and she can see through what the class teacher is thinking at a glance, so she maintains a cold and paralyzed face, and asks indifferently: "The teacher thinks I am easier to talk to?"

In winter, the homeroom teacher shivered suddenly, feeling that the temperature in the office was a little lower, "You are roommates, it's nice to go out and compete together as companions, isn't it?" She tried to use her pure and flawless Reasons to convince each other.

Helpless, "Teacher, don't worry. Wherever I go, I don't have the habit of going to the bathroom with my classmates hand in hand?"

Song Ye's lack of oil and salt made the homeroom teacher almost burst into anger, but he thought that the other party was still his own cash cow, and he couldn't be too tough, so he could only respectfully put him back in the end, scratching his heart and lungs with aggrieved feelings.

A young master of the Meng family didn't dare to offend himself, but now he can't handle even a top student from a small place.

As a class teacher, I just feel that life is unloved.

Back in the classroom, Song Ye didn't mention this matter to Meng Ziheng at all, and read the textbook as usual.

Until the afternoon, Wang Qianqian and Gu Yitong walked in from outside, their mouths were so raised that they could lift a hot water bottle.

"What's the matter?" Fang Ye looked at the Huantuo duo and asked in a very patriarchal manner.There is no way, the other three masters are all pretending to be big names, so he can only show his classmates' love.

As soon as she received attention, Wang Qianqian immediately felt aggrieved, her mouth twitched like a machine gun, "It's not that Fu Tong'er, this time she was called by the teacher to participate in the calligraphy competition, so she was talking outside, and her support team released The wind said that Song Ye's wild grass is simply a copy of the work, and nothing else can be written. Although she didn't say it, everyone can see that she deliberately condoned it."

Gu Yitong on the side nodded repeatedly. As a boy, he can't speak ill of girls, so Wang Qianqian is his best spokesperson at the moment.

It is simply a bosom friend.

Hearing this, even Le Mingyu murmured, "I really didn't realize that Fu Tong'er is so vicious." They used to have a good impression of the excellent child bride-in-law of the Meng family, and thought that the little girl was dedicated, gentle and virtuous, and she was quite suitable for Meng Ziheng. .

As a result, Song Ye was hit with a plate of wine at the banquet that day, which also knocked out everyone's goodwill.

"I'll take care of this matter. Song Ye, I'm causing you trouble." Mencius frowned and took responsibility consciously.

Song Ye shook his head, and didn't care much, "There won't be any splashes, so don't worry about it."

Wang Qianqian sighed, and the emperor was not in a hurry to kill the eunuch, "Song Ye, you can have some snacks, there are not only girls in those support groups, but also some extreme flower protectors, who can attack people with fists and feet, and rumors can also kill people." Drowning." It took a lot of effort to stop the rumors of Song Ye's sugar daddy, and now Fu Tong'er was provoked again, and it really couldn't stop for a moment.

"Who says I'm not paying attention?" Song Ye stared at the textbook, but responded indifferently, "I also participated in the calligraphy competition."

At that time, will her crazy grass be a copy, whether she has the strength, and everything will be self-defeating?So Song Ye is really not worried at all.

The few people around the table were stunned. They hadn't heard of Song Ye's participation in the competition.No, Song Ye didn't even mention it.

"Why haven't I heard you say it?" Meng Ziheng also put down the book and looked over with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Huh? Is it important?" Song Ye moved his eyes and read the next page. He really didn't take the game seriously.

Mencius Heng was choked, and immediately had nothing to say. He knew that this person was cold-tempered, so he didn't blame him much, so he got up and walked out of the classroom.

When the class bell rang, the head teacher strode into the classroom, with a smile on his face brighter than the sunshine outside the house, and announced: "For this calligraphy competition, two students in our class have signed up enthusiastically. The teacher is very pleased. Then, I wish Song Ye and Meng Ziheng in our class all the best, and the teacher is waiting for your good news."

With a bang, the classroom immediately exploded.

(End of this chapter)