Zhuang Yan never expected that he was not of the same class as Ma Yinchu, and he never expected that they would leave themselves alone and pull a group.

He really wanted to talk to Li Boyuan and them, how come the principal is not the same class as the teacher, have you considered my feelings as a principal in doing this?

The teachers in other schools can't wait to slap the principal's sycophants, you teachers are good, you actually isolated the principal, is there still a royal law?

This principal is aggrieved.

Zhuang Yan has a feeling that there are tears and nowhere to go, and there is nowhere to say bitterness.

Li Boyuan is still ordering voice playback.

Luo Zhenyu: Tie Sheng, you can help me ask Ziyan if I can add agriculture-related majors in my study next semester, teaching history is not what I want.

Liu E: No problem, in a word, I'll help you ask that kid when I get back.

……

Zhuang Yan sweated profusely in his heart, teacher, you are too wild, can you be a little reserved.

And you, Li Boyuan, the head of Nanting, listen to the voice when you listen to it, why do you make it so loud, I'm afraid I won't hear it?

Zhuang Yan suspected that the old man was deliberate, and knew that he was not in the group and deliberately stimulated him.

"Ahem, Mr. Li, there's nothing else to do, then I'll go first. Zhuang Yan felt that he had no way to stay here any longer.

Li Boyuan sighed, "Then you can go, by the way, you also heard Luo Zhenyu's words just now, can you add agriculture-related majors next semester?"

Zhuang Yan rubbed his teeth, but the smile on his face did not change, "It has been added, and the notice will come out soon." ”

"Okay, then you can go. ”

Li Boyuan pressed the voice button on his mobile phone as he spoke, "Reliable news, reliable news, agriculture-related majors have been added, and a notice will be issued in the near future, Comrade Luo Zhenyu, please put your heart in your stomach." ”

Zhuang Yan, who was about to walk out of the office, almost fell on his heels when he heard Li Boyuan's words, am I not worthy of having a name?

Or is it that my name has been changed to reliable news, obviously the news I gave, how did it become reliable news in the mouth of this old man.

Coming out of Li Boyuan's office, Zhuang Yan walked around the school alone, trying to dispel the depression that Li Boyuan had brought to him just now.

Of course, he must have to disguise himself, otherwise he will definitely be recognized in the school.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that the current Shizhong College has changed a lot from the previous Elite College, the students in the school seem to be more energetic, and on the lawn on the south side, there are many more students holding books and reading books.

As I walked, I turned to the side of the Hongyi Bridge at the school.

Although the academy is small, it still dug an artificial river, and a small arch bridge crosses the middle of the artificial river.

A lonely awning was erected under the Hongyi Bridge, and when Zhuang Yan passed by, a male classmate came over with a stack of leaflets.

"This classmate, are you interested in joining our literary club? You also know that Zhuang Yan has become the principal of our school, and the future of the literary club is definitely immeasurable, if you don't join now, there will be fewer opportunities in the future. ”

Zhuang Yan glanced at the flyer in the male classmate's hand, and his eyes were about to fall off behind the sunglasses, because there was a full-body portrait of him on the leaflet.

He looked this male classmate up and down, and said in his heart that this kid can, and he actually knows how to pull the tiger skin to pull the banner.

"Uh, your literary club principal Zhuang is also inside?" Zhuang Yan deliberately suppressed his voice.

The male classmate said with a smile, "Classmate, you are joking, how can the principal be inside, but you think, we are a literary club recognized by the school, and the principal will definitely not ignore us." ”

didn't tell a lie, Zhuang Yan nodded and took the flyer, "Then I'll think about it." ”

"Classmate, you really don't have to think about it, we still have some detailed information here, do you want to take a look?" Yu Sheng finally stopped a classmate who was listening to him, where was he willing to let go, and pulled Zhuang Yan to their exhibition table half-pulled and half-dragged.

He can't do this, their literary club is really weak, there used to be more than 20 people in the school when there were many people, but now there are fewer people in the school, and the senior year is about to graduate, and the people who often participate in activities can only be counted on one hand.

If you use this appearance to welcome new students, the literary club will definitely be disadvantaged, so Yu Sheng thought about bringing some people over this semester first.

There was also a girl sitting behind the exhibition table, holding a pen listlessly, she just watched the president pull for a long time and didn't pull any of them, she had already lost confidence, and finally pulled someone over at this moment, and she was still a strict and solid weird person with a whole body.

It's May now, how can anyone dress like this, don't talk about wearing sunglasses and a mask, this guy also wears a coat.

"Peng Hui, show our brochure to this student. Yu Sheng said to Peng Hui while pulling Zhuang Yan, afraid that he would run away.

The girl named Peng Hui came over with a thick booklet, which looked about as thick as "Border City".

Zhuang Yan opened it with great interest and looked at it, and the typography turned out to be colorful, illustrated and illustrated. But after reading two pages of Zhuang Yan, I couldn't help laughing, and sure enough, I still couldn't escape the tiger skin, half of this booklet turned out to be introducing Zhuang Yan's own works, and some were reading experiences.

"Classmates, look, these are some of the experiences that the members of our club usually exchange, classmates, do you read the principal's books?"

Zhuang Yan nodded, "Let's take a look once in a while." ”

It's really occasional, who has nothing to do with reading their own books every day.

"Then which of the principal's books do you like the most?" Hearing that the person in front of him also read Zhuang Yan, Yu Sheng came with confidence, since it is a good friend, it will be easy to do.

"It's pretty much the same. ”

"My favorite is the new book, Sophie's World, and I was so blown away by the principal's whimsy and understanding of philosophy. You don't know, I felt foggy when I first read this book, and it didn't dawn on me until I saw the second half. Yu Sheng talked eloquently, and even forgot that he was pulling people now.

Peng Hui next to her held her chin and said, "What's so good about the new book, I think the principal's best book is "Border City", how beautiful." ”

Yu Sheng pursed his lips and was about to refute, but he noticed Zhuang Yan next to him, and quickly stopped the urge to argue with Peng Hui, and said to Zhuang Yan with a smile, "How about classmates, if you join our literary club, we will also publish your reading experience on it, and the younger students who join the literary club in the future can see it, and there is a lot of face." ”

Seeing that he was working hard to sell, Zhuang Yan nodded, "Okay, I'll join, do I need an application fee?" ”

"No...... Uh, you pay ten dollars. Yu Sheng originally wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, he couldn't post the money himself, so he said that he would charge ten yuan.

"Then I will pay it this semester, and I don't have to pay it next semester, there is only more than a month left in this semester. Zhuang Yan said with a smile.

"No, no, you can manage the next academic year now, you can rest assured, come on, come on, classmates register here." ”

Zhuang Yan saw that the form he brought over, there was no name on it, so he teased, "It seems that the recruitment is not going well." ”

Yu Sheng's face turned red, "I just changed a table, I'll go get you a data sheet, which shows some contact information of our literary club." ”

Zhuang Yan didn't poke it, he filled in the information on it, the professional class was filled in blindly by him based on his impression, his name was written as Yao Qian, and his mobile phone number was also written as Yao Qian.

After writing it, Yu Sheng took the information sheet and gave it to him, and then he left.

Yu Sheng stood next to the table, let out a long sigh of relief, and after working for a long time, he finally succeeded in pulling someone over, although one person was useless, but it was also a good start.

Peng Hui next to him took the registration form and looked at it, "Yao Qian, this is really well written, Optoelectronic Information 211, hey, President, aren't you also Optoelectronic Information? He is a major with you."

"Nonsense, I don't know our major? You don't know, our major is only one grade of us. “

"I didn't lie to you, you can see for yourself. “

"Really?" Yu Sheng stretched out his head to look at it, and was stunned for a moment, "Damn, you really didn't lie to me, this guy filled in the fake information." “

Peng Hui was also stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "At least you still earned ten yuan, didn't you?"