Huzhou City, Jiangdong University.

The seat of the Gangdong Provincial University Student Union is located here.

A classroom in an old-fashioned school building.

There was a sign hanging at the door, with three big characters on it: "Kirin Society".

"Kirin Society" is the name of the Koto University Student Union.

Of course, this kind of secondary two name is not limited to Jiangdong Province.

There are also other provinces, "Qinglong, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu" or something.

At the moment, several officers of the University Student Union are meeting inside.

One by one, they were like mourners, and their faces were heavy.

The president of the leader is a girl with glasses and some freckles on her face, named Wang Shuyuan, a senior at Jiangdong University.

This morning, she received a call from above, saying that the foreign aid of the "Duanyang Study" and "Qilin Club" had been finalized, and asked her to call the students in the club to get to know each other today.

It's not once or twice that the top meddles in the society.

"Duanyang Learning" is a grand event in the Chinese cultural circle, so the above likes to snatch the only foreign aid quota every time, and then let them take this bastard foreign aid to brush their faces.

Although they hate this kind of atmosphere extremely much, the "Kirin Club" is all students after all, and they have nothing to do.

There is no way to do it, but it is still okay to complain a few words.

"What the hell are these people doing above? Every year, they have to send a Shabi over, don't they know?

"That's it, I thought that after falling out of the 20th place in the ranking last year, this year there will be some points, and we can find a strong foreign aid, and strive to improve the results a little this year, but now it seems to be empty again!"

"I don't know how this bastard is this year, last year's one was also funny, obviously compared to calligraphy and painting, but that stupid than even a brush can't be taken, haha......"

Wang Shuyuan listened to everyone's complaints, frowned, these people are bastards, and they don't leave the "stupid ratio", she thinks it's too much.

Although it's all the truth, but the words can't be famous?

Patting her forehead, she glanced at Hu Xiaoyue beside her.

"Xiaoyue, do you have any information about this foreign aid?"

Hu Xiaoyue shook her head.

Although her grandfather Hu Jihong has a relationship with the top of Guan Culture, Jiangdong's foreign aid is not of much interest to an old man who is idle at home.

Wang Shuyuan failed to satisfy her curiosity, but she was not disappointed.

Anyway, it's a human or a ghost, and you can see it right away.

Knowing that she can't change anything.

So we can only wait quietly.

……

Wan Xiaofeng felt like a piece of goods, which had been turned upside down several times.

When I got up in the morning, I went from Qi Bing's hand to *** gate, and then from *** gate to Jiangdong University, from the leader of Jiangdong University to the student union, and then to an old-fashioned teaching building under the guidance of the student union.

Anyway, for half a day, he didn't do anything, and he became dizzy.

Looking at the classroom with the sign "Qilin Society" written on it, Wan Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's finally here!"

The student girl who led him didn't knock on the door for a long time before entering.

"What's wrong?"

Wan Xiaofeng asked with a smile that he thought was "innocent".

"Director Wan, can you help me sign a name? I'm your fan!"

A fan of someone?

I actually have fans?

Looks like I'm a star.

Wan Xiaofeng took the other party's pen and paper very gentlemanly, signed his name with a brush, and read it several times.

It's good, it's been in vain that I've been practicing autographs for a long time, and today it's finally useful.

After the girl got the autograph, she happily knocked on the door, invited Wan Xiaofeng in, and left by herself.

As soon as Wan Xiaofeng entered the door, a wave of murderous aura came to him.

Wan Xiaofeng shuddered coldly.

Is this a meeting? Or is it a sword debate in Huashan?

Wan Xiaofeng looked at the murderous eyes one by one, trying to calm down.

"Hello everyone. ”

Wan Xiaofeng greeted everyone with a smile.

"Wan Xiaofeng!"

Wan Xiaofeng's long outlet gas.

It's not too embarrassing at all, after all, a voice has replied to itself.

Seems to know my name, but it's my fan again.

Wan Xiaofeng followed the voice, and Hu Xiaoyue looked at him like a ghost.

The curvature of her mouth was already a testament to her surprise.

"Where don't we meet! Girl, we're meeting again!"

……

Wang Shuyuan looked at the two, stabbed Hu Xiaoyue, and gave her a look.

Hu Xiaoyue shook her head.

She knew what Wang Shuyuan was asking.

But whether Wan Xiaofeng can write ancient poems or not, she doesn't know.

I only know that he is very good at lyrics.

Hu Xiaoyue was not the only one present who recognized Wan Xiaofeng.

After all, celebrities are public figures!

"A laughing stock in the entertainment industry, it's not good to stay in the entertainment industry, come to Duanyang to talk, and be embarrassed by the amount of exposure, why bother?"

This meow must be a black fan!

Wan Xiaofeng is very sure!

Looking at his fat-headed pig brain, he must not be a good product.

Someone revealed his identity, understood something on the spot, and exchanged heads and ears.

"It turned out to be a star!"

"Celebrities are strange? There have been celebrities who have participated in the past, and they want to make a school bully character, but they all collapsed. ”

"It's easy to set up any persona, it's difficult to learn a bully, without real talent and real learning, there will always be a day of collapse!"

……

Wan Xiaofeng sighed in his heart as he listened to everyone's whispers.

"Looks like they're all treating me like a bastard!"

Huh? Looks like I'm a bastard.

The classroom was noisy for a long time before Wang Shuyuan signaled everyone to be quiet, and then said a soul torture to Wan Xiaofeng.

"You...... Can you write poetry?"

Will it?

It definitely won't drop, and it won't even be limericks.

Wang Shuyuan saw that he had been entangled for a long time, and he couldn't give a letter, and his heart was cold.

Wan Xiaofeng scratched the back of his head and replied embarrassedly:

"It's hard to say!"

Will be yes, won't be no, what is hard to say?

Wang Shuyuan looked around.

Pointing to a mural hanging on the wall.

The theme is a pair of water ducks swimming in the lake.

"Why don't you try?"

Wan Xiaofeng took a look at the mural, and his first reaction was, why is it a water duck instead of a goose.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be beautiful to come to the first "goose goose goose"?

Wan Xiaofeng thought carefully.

It seems that he has memorized a poem about mandarin ducks.

But that's how people are, the more they try to remember something, the more they can't remember it.

So he kept muttering.

"Hmm...... Ten Miles...... Well...... Where did you get it for ten miles?"

"Okay, I got it. ”

Wang Shuyuan waited for him for two or three minutes, but she didn't hear a reason, so she gave up decisively.

"Looks like he's really a bastard again!"

Not only her, but everyone present thought this way.

Among them is Hu Xiaoyue.

She looked at Wan Xiaofeng's still sad face, a thoughtful and meditative expression, and sighed in her heart.

"Brother Xiaofeng, are you the same as those laymen in the entertainment industry?"

In Hu Xiaoyue's heart, Wan Xiaofeng has always been a fresh, refined, elegant, and talented person.

Because she cooperated with Wan Xiaofeng twice, she is really Qin Se and Ming.

She heard the difference between him from Wan Xiaofeng's lyrics and songs.

However, the current Wan Xiaofeng obviously doesn't know poetry, but he insists on coming to be the foreign aid of the "Kirin Society".

Is it really as others say.

He participated in the "Duanyang Seminar" for the sake of exposure and the establishment of people?

……