Senior sister, I really don’t have any improper thoughts about you!

Suddenly he raised his eyebrows.

Smiling, she said:

"Jingyi."

"What do you think of Wenwen's personality?"

"Great."

"what's wrong?"

"So do you think you two can become best friends?"

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Well known.

Alliances are a powerful strategy.

During the Warring States Period, many weak countries relied on this strategy.

Keep yourself alive in the world.

And now.

As the big boss of Mingsheng Group.

For the peace of his harem.

He had no choice but to resort to this powerful strategy.

This is true.

Gee tut.

Miss Jiang smacked her lips.

but.

Use strategies for your own benefit.

Some necessary things still need to be done.

such as…

"Sister Mingyu..."

"What are you doing?"

In the phone booth, Jiang was holding the phone, and his voice was particularly soft.

.........

A good while.

Miss Jiang completed the advance reporting work.

Sighing and biting a candied haws, I returned to dormitory 302.

open the door.

Yang Ke was listening to a tape.

Judging from her desperate expression, she was most likely listening to English.

See this.

Miss Jiang laughed.

Enter the dormitory.

He placed the snacks in front of Yang Ke.

Faced with this sudden attack of food.

Yang Ke was stunned at first.

Then take off the headphones decisively.

"Wow!"

"Jiang Ning, how do you know I didn't have dinner?"

As he said that, he began to rummage in the plastic bag.

Hear the words.

Miss Jiang glanced around the dormitory.

I found that my young wife and Xiaomai seemed to be not in the dormitory.

I guess I should go get some water.

Then she noticed that Yuan Lu and Ye Na were huddled together on the bed, discussing something.

From time to time, he would burst into laughter.

I asked curiously.

"What are they doing?"

Questions are heard.

Yang Ke didn't even raise his head.

"Vote for the guest of [Girls of Tianxiu]."

"They were discussing who to vote for."

Tianxiu girl?

Guest voting?

Miss Jiang immediately became interested.

Come closer.

Look down.

A leaflet about the size of an A4 paper.

There are portraits of more than a dozen artists painted on it.

There are men and women, old and young.

Miss Jiang even saw an image of an anime face.

Oh.

I am sorry.

That anime face is exactly me.

For a while.

Miss Jiang felt indescribably complicated.

this will.

Yuan Lu, who was lying on the bed, saw Jiang's head coming in.

Suddenly.

His eyes lit up.

"You came just in time."

"Lend me your phone!"

cell phone?

Want to make a phone call?

Although Miss Jiang was curious, she still took out the phone from her pocket and handed it over.

A warning.

"Don't let anyone see you when you're on the phone."

But the words just fell.

Yuan Lu took the phone and said with a smile:

"No call."

"Just send a text message."

Short message?

Miss Jiang immediately understood something.

Pointing to the leaflet on the bed.

"vote?"

"For whom?"

"Of course it's Aaron Kwok."

"He can sing and dance well, and he's handsome."

As she spoke, Ye Na at the side also interjected.

"Don't forget Husserl!"

"Her exotic outfit is just like the paintings in Dunhuang."

Hear this.

Yang Ke's voice also intervened.

"I think aged fish is good too."

"Let's vote together."

Hear the words.

Looking at General Yuan who was typing enthusiastically.

Miss Jiang asked curiously.

“How many bets can I get for one number?”

"Three."

Just three?

so little?

But think about it.

After all, there were twelve people in total.

wrong.

There is also this person who was recommended by the university.

That is to choose two out of eleven people.

This probability...

and many more.

Although I don't have any requirements for the number of votes in this vote.

No matter how much, the Du sisters will get themselves in.

But what if the number of votes seen backstage is too small?

That's a bit embarrassing indeed.

and so…

"Well, can you vote for 'Jiang Jiang' as well?"

"Oh, we all don't like paper people."

I…