Crazy coquetry in his paranoid arms

Chapter 9 "Do you know the vice president?"

During the self-study in the afternoon, the monitor informed the class that students who want to join the student union should go to the auditorium to gather.

Su Yan had also been in the student union before Chuanshu, and she belonged to the broadcasting department, so when Mu Qiaoling turned around and asked her if she would go to the student union, she nodded in agreement.

The students still yearn for the student union. Most of the people in the classroom have gone, and the rest of the students in twos and threes either sleep on their stomachs or play mobile phones to read comics.

Fu Yang also wanted to go to the student union to join in the fun, but was dragged away by Zhao Chengcheng.

"What's the fun, the group of seniors in high school are like idiots, it's boring to stare at these people and deduct points."

Zhao Chengcheng met people from the student union when he was in the third year of junior high school. Originally, the third year of junior high school was not under the jurisdiction of the student union, but the school strived to unify and included the third year of junior high school.

The other departments were fine, but he especially disliked the Disciplinary Department and the Cleaning Department.

The people in the Disciplinary Department are like ghosts when the time comes. Three or five people inspect the past from the window, and deduct points for those who talk and play with their mobile phones.

The cleaning department literally means to check whether the planned area of ​​the class cleaning station is clean and tidy.

Zhao Chengcheng probably has a disagreement with the discipline department and the cleaning department, so he suffers every time.

Class deduction will be written on the big blackboard on the school notification wall every Monday. Every time the class teacher sees it, his eyebrows are twisted into a rope, his face is ugly, and they are the ones who suffer.

A fine for copying homework is minor, but embarrassing is major.

Fifteen or sixteen years old, at the age of youthful passion and impulsiveness.

Every time the Department of Discipline and the Department of Cleaning were mentioned, Zhao Chengcheng hated it.

That's why he even looked down upon the members of the student union.

"Tsk!" Fu Yang glared at him, "You are stupid, you, maybe we can become the president when we go in, or even the group leader, why are you so cowardly?"

Zhao Chengcheng cut his head, "Who is the one? I'm just not interested, not just me, Aye is also not interested, if you don't believe me ask, right Aye?"

He turned to look at Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye was playing the game with his head down, playing very enthusiastically.

The boy's slender five fingers grasped the phone, and his fingertips slid quickly on the phone screen, skillfully and confidently.

As the sound of victory sounded, Jiang Ye bent his lips and smiled wantonly.

He raised his hand to stroke his hair, smoothed his bangs back, leaned against the wall as if he had no bones, his long legs were draped casually, and his posture was lazy.

"Ah."

"Okay, since none of you are interested, then I won't go." Fu Yang sighed slightly regretfully, "I heard that there are many beauties in the Department of Literature and Art, but I have no chance to meet them."

Zhao Chengcheng was speechless, and commented: "Superficial."

The lecture hall is very large, and there are many students in it, and each face is full of curiosity and excitement.

The president of the student union is a boy. Standing on the podium, he first motions the students to be quiet, then speaks, and orderly guides the students to each group for interviews.

Su Yan and Mu Qiaoling are in a group.

When it was their turn to interview, the lecture theater was mostly empty.

The broadcasting group chosen by both of them.

They were interviewed by a man and a woman in the second grade of high school. There were some script books on the table, and they were asked to choose, familiarize themselves with it for a few minutes, and then read it out.

Since it is a broadcasting group, it pays attention to the nature of the voice, the standard of Mandarin, whether the articulation is clear and the degree of emotion is in place.

Su Yan can be regarded as an old announcer.

This is a piece of cake for her.

She only read the script once, and read it out confidently: "I leave gently, just as I came gently... The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; the beautiful shadow in the waves ..."

Su Yan's grandmother is from Jiangnan, and she grew up with her grandmother in Jiangnan. When she was in the second year of junior high, her parents had a stable job, so she transferred from Jiangnan to Haicheng to study.

Her voice is very gentle, word by word, quiet and powerful, eloquent, like a spring breeze, Wu Nong's soft words, refreshing.

It seems to be a calm lake, gently blown by the wind, with a few ripples; the sunset is beautiful and warm, and a few words show the pictures one by one.

The interview is over.

A man and a woman looked at each other with satisfaction in their faces.

Before leaving for self-study, the sophomore senior who interviewed her came to her class and asked her if she had offended anyone.

Su Yan murmured: "...I don't know."

The senior sister struggled and said, "That's weird. We passed it, but in the end you were circled."

After a pause, the senior asked vaguely: "Do you know the vice president?"

(End of this chapter)