Outside the 202 classroom of the School of Architecture.

Guan Lang put on his backpack and stepped out of the door, when he heard several heroic shouts ringing out at the same time, both men and women.

"Wait. ”

Guan Lang looked at the group of people who approached and surrounded him, his face was blinded, what was this for?

Although he looks better, he won't make others covet it in broad daylight to form a team to rob the people, right?

Guan Lang muttered in his heart, who are these students? People who don't look like they are from the School of Architecture, they are all unfamiliar faces.

"President, don't you see if it's him, it doesn't look like it's the same photo you gave!" a boy shouted to a girl next to him who was leaning against the wall and playing with her phone.

Guan Lang noticed her at this time, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Oh, it turned out to be her, but I didn't expect her to find her own academy.

The girl is An Xiaqing, the current president of the hand-painted club he visited with Tang Tang during the cultural festival, which is the club he participated in in his freshman year.

It seems that An Xiaqing went to sort out the club documents for the past two or three years, so he dug up the zombie club member who had only joined for a few months.

It's just that it's necessary, and it took so much effort to find the door.

However, Guan Lang didn't know how surprised An Xiaqing was to find out that there was such a peerless master as him in the hand-drawn society.

Since the old batch of members of the current hand-painting club left, the rest plus her only two or three original sophomore officers, the rest are new newcomers who have just joined the club, no one can hold the field, especially when Tiannan University holds a student art exhibition, it is particularly embarrassing, other art clubs are full of talents, masterpieces are frequent, only their hand-painted society is famous, but they can't get any dazzling works.

In this case, Guan Lang is simply a savior from heaven, and An Xiaqing naturally won't let such a life-saving straw slip away.

"Senior Guan, hello, see you again. Do you remember me?" The crowd dispersed, and An Xiaqing approached and greeted with a smile.

"President An, do you have anything to do with me? If not, I'm going to go to the cafeteria to eat. Guan Lang raised his wrist and looked at his watch, signaling the other party to say something quickly.

Many of his classmates around him had already noticed this and were gossiping and discussing with each other.

Guan Lang didn't have to listen to it to guess what they were probably teasing?

A good-looking beautiful girl with a group of people to surround Guan Lang, think about it, there are countless kinds of grievances and hatred storylines that can be unfolded. The people who eat melons like to arrange the stories of handsome men and beautiful women the most.

"Senior, aren't you tired of eating in the cafeteria? Why don't you go to the off-campus cafeteria for lunch? "An Xiaqing will not be thrown away by Guan Lang.

In fact, she had already made full determination before she came, and she must bring Guan Lang, the general, back to the big family of the hand-painted society, and not break Loulan's oath and not return it!

"It's useless, lunch is still free, do you have anything to say directly?" Guan Lang is well versed in the truth of eating people's soft mouths, and he did not take advantage of this small advantage, and the other party's face obviously had two big words written on it: trouble.

"Don't be so outsider, everyone is part of the hand-drawn club......" An Xia Qing smiled.

"Wait, you are, I'm not. Guan Lang shook his head and quickly got rid of the relationship.

"Senior Guan, you haven't submitted an application for withdrawal, so theoretically, you are still my person. Anxia Qingyi said in a straightforward manner.

"Then is it too late for me to submit it now?" Guan Lang said with a dry smile.

"Not passed. An Xiaqing crossed his hands in front of him and said mischievously.

She has decided to leave the other party with a dead face, and if you are unreasonable, you can make trouble, anyway, cute girls always have a little wayward privilege.

What's more, she is also the president of the hand-painted club, and she is the eldest sister who sleeps on the knees of the beauty and wakes up to take charge of the club.

Well, just be tough.

If you say you won't pass, you won't pass.

An Xiaqing couldn't help but praise his domineering in his heart.

"Then I'll go to the HKCSS to complain. Guan Lang nodded expressionlessly.

"Don't. An Xiaqing hurriedly hugged Guan Lang's little arm. "If you have something to say, we will handle the internal affairs of our community by ourselves, okay?

An Xiaqing was aggrieved, they were a group of "budding newcomers" who couldn't get sponsorship, and the funds were already tight, if they left a negative record for the Social Council, it would be all over if they affected the distribution of school club funds, she didn't want to lose the president's throne, this was the first time she managed others since she was a child, and she cherished it.

"Let's go, I haven't had time to play club games with you lately. Guan Lang sighed and said.

He's not interested in joining a budding level painting club at all, is it interesting for him to return to the novice village with a level 100 max account and a group of level 10 newcomers?

Good... It seems that there really is, no... However, it's not a question of whether it's interesting or not, it's a waste of time, he's a junior, and it's really putting the cart before the horse to participate in club activities in his senior year next semester, and club activities are basically active in freshman and sophomore years.

"I really don't think about it.,There are a lot of cute girls in our club.。 An Xiaqing withdrew from the members of the left and right clubs, and said temptingly in a demonic tone.

“......”

"Do you think I look like someone who can't find a girlfriend?" Guan Lang asked softly after a half-second silence.

An Xiaqing's eyes lingered on Guan Lang's ridiculously handsome face for a few seconds, and a touch of pink rose on his face, and he shook his head honestly.

This person is really good-looking, and he seems to be much more handsome than the last time I saw him? Even the male stars on TV don't have the temperament of him.

But what's the use of being handsome? a dog that doesn't belong to their hand-drawn club is not a good dog.

Staring at Guan Lang's figure getting farther and farther away, An Xiaqing was not only not hindered by Guan Lang's soft and hard attitude, but made up his mind even more.

Be sure to pull the senior back to the hand-painted club, with him, it is estimated that the enthusiasm of the girls in the whole club to organize activities and learn will explode by 300%!

Moreover, in the next semester's Hundred Regiments War Newcomer Recruitment, their club can also rely on this peak school grass to overwhelm the crowd, recruit a large number of new students in one fell swoop, the club's funds have risen, the sponsorship is endless, and the club has grown like a snowball.

And then she's the most brilliant and martial president in the history of the hand-drawn club.。

Swallowing his saliva, An Xiaqing woke up from the beautiful fantasy in his mind, and the corners of his mouth made a ho-ho-ho sound to cheer himself up.

Even if Guan Lang has an iron heart, she is also confident that she can use her fingers to softly emotionalize him, a stubborn little old man.

Yes, in An Xiaqing's heart, Guan Lang's image has become a little old man who doesn't eat oil and salt, otherwise how can she explain that she can be indifferent to such a beautiful woman's invitation?

It's simply... It's incredible!

She didn't believe it was because she wasn't charismatic.

The first thing about being a beautiful girl,Can't shake the slightest trust in your charm.。 Only when you can conquer yourself can you conquer others.