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And, it seems, there's still an influx of people.

The staff of the cafeteria opened their eyes wide, and one of the aunts muttered, "Good girl, what a person is here to eat." ”

“……”

The middle-aged uncle next to him took the rice spoon and looked at him speechlessly.

The security guards were also alarmed, and one by one they came from all over and shouted: "Don't crowd, don't crowd, pay attention to safety." ”

It's a pity that the students didn't pay attention to them at all, and they all craned their necks to look at Qian Hao, like ducks caught by someone.

In the crowd, cold sweat broke out on Qian Hao's forehead, and he didn't understand how this could happen.

He was also famous before, and he had a lot of sensations, why is it so exaggerated this time? This is not a fan meeting a star, this is simply a believer meeting the Pope!

It's fanatical.

Hey, the girl in the back, can you not touch your hands. Damn, who is it, which grandson touches the ass of labor and management......

In front of people, Qian Hao, who has always paid attention to his image, couldn't help but look ugly at this time. As for his heart, he has no image to scold.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet, stand still and don't move." He had no choice but to open his throat and scream.

Originally, he thought that it was useless for him to shout, and this group of fanatical students would not listen. But he didn't expect that when this group of students heard the shouting, they suddenly quieted down.

Though they were still staring at him, their eyes were like wolves that see sheep. However, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew, what the hell is going on with this special meow!"

I wanted to cry without tears in my heart, but he couldn't show it yet, but he had to try to pretend to be calm. Luckily, he still has a bit of majesty.

"Ahem, this, what's the matter with everyone?" There was silence for a while, and he had to speak.

However, he regretted opening up.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the students began to talk again.

"Master Qian, the Writers' Association is too hateful, we should raise the flag against them."

"We are students of Yan University, and we must not be indifferent."

"It's said that there are already people marching in Mizuki, and I don't think we can be left behind."

……

The students have made a decision and completed a revolution in the conversation. Life.

But Qian Hao couldn't help frowning when he listened.

"Don't be impulsive, our insiders will handle this matter properly." Fearing that the student would be impulsive and cause irreparable mistakes, he immediately persuaded him.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

When the students heard his words, they rebelled and said, "Master Qian, you used to say that the circle was a wreath in the end, how can you call it a circle now?" ”

Hearing this, Qian Hao was speechless for a while.

What can he say, what else can he say that it is just a fork, or a blow to the opponent? No, he can't shoot himself in the foot.

He didn't give up, was silent a little, and persuaded a few more times.

The effect is not ideal.

The enthusiasm of the students subsided slightly, and he said no more, turned around and squeezed away from the crowd.

Things were not good, and he returned to his dorm room, uneasily following the news, and was stunned to find something out of control.

"Mizuki University: Student march, demanding a revolution in the literary world."

"Dongshan University: Hundreds of students went on strike, saying they would not go to class if they did not change."

……

Seeing these news, his face suddenly became ugly.

"Out of control, damn it, how could this be." He gritted his teeth and gritted his mouse.

For a while, plus dizziness, he couldn't think of a reason. Therefore, he didn't think deeply, and instead paid attention to the situation on Weibo.

But at this time, Wang Jing suddenly shouted: "I, Nima, you are like a leader!" ”

Qian Hao didn't know why, looked over suspiciously, and suddenly realized when he saw his mobile phone held aloft-

It turned out to be about the cafeteria!

This incident spread in the school post bar and immediately became a hot topic, which made many people amazed. Not to mention the students, even the teachers were shocked.

"Well, I don't understand either." Qian Hao didn't know much about this situation.

After a few idle words with Wang Jing, he continued to read Weibo.

On Weibo, netizens are also discussing the parade. This is not only happening in some universities, but also in many places.

Seeing such a topic, Qian Hao's eyes widened violently, and a little cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Out of control, completely out of control." He held the mouse and muttered to himself.

By this time, he had already thought it through, and he also understood that he had gained great fame. However, he was not rejoicing because the situation was out of control.

Yes, his aim was to revolutionize the literary world, but not in the way it is now.

In the current way, innovation will never succeed. Not to mention the era of peace, even in the era of war, it is difficult for such innovations to succeed. It is like the May Fourth Movement, although it succeeded, but it also suffered heavy losses.

It was precisely because of this that there was not a trace of joy in his heart.

Originally, the pen battle in the circle, no matter how fierce it was, it was nothing. If it weren't for that, the above would not be indifferent and let him fight with him.

But now it's different, the parade. Demonstrations, which is any one of the political ... The government can't stand it.

Qian Hao can't help it, don't say that he can't be soft at this time, even if he can, it's useless. He is the banner, but he cannot command all the "warriors".

Sure enough, things got bigger.

However, two days later, students at Yan University also began to strike and march, and this is only the beginning. Students from other colleges and universities also came forward and shouted that they would strike without explanation.

Within a few days, high school and junior high school were also affected, and even calm adults were involved.

The situation has eroded to this point.

When Qian Hao saw the news, he sat weakly in his chair.

The ripples will definitely ripple in, but he doesn't care about that, he just regrets that the innovation has been lost. Such a turmoil is surging, and the writers' association wants to admit its mistakes, but I am afraid that the above will not agree.

This is not nonsense, such a big scandal, can they still accept it?

Ordinary people don't know that they are all amazed to see the November movement so prosperous. It was a blessing in misfortune that his fame became great in this movement.

However, if he could, he would rather not have this reputation.

Just when Qian Hao was depressed, his phone suddenly rang, and there was a smug laugh when he connected it.

"Haha, Qian Hao, you're done now. You're clever in your ways, hahaha, but unfortunately there are too many pig teammates. ”

This person said a lot, and Qian Hao listened to it, his face was extremely ugly.

However, he still replied lightly: "Wu Xueguang? Hehe, the villain has a will. ”

Wu Xueguang was not surprised, he still smiled hideously, and hit Qian Hao with words.

"You don't know, this November movement, we have been very helpful. Haha, we're all out there to secretly fuel your fire. ”

Suddenly hearing this, Qian Hao's face was gloomy as water, and he almost broke his phone.

Fortunately, he controlled it and said lightly: "Oh, when it's over, then I'll hang up the phone." ”

After hanging up, he stopped talking, and his face was clouded.

But at this time, his mobile phone rang again. (To be continued.) )