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This is a matter between the student union and the literary club, Ji Changqing is not qualified to interfere, he has been in Jinling University long enough, so he knows very well the relationship between these two organizations, no matter which side loses today, it will probably look like this.

Ji Changqing glanced at Song Jia with a lost face again, this was a student he admired very much, he moved his lips, looking like he wanted to say something and stopped, but in the end he chose to leave without saying a word.

After that, the conference room fell into a brief lull, and a mood called "sadness" began to brew in everyone's hearts.

Several members of the literary club clenched their fists, or their eyes were red, or they bowed their heads and remained silent...... In short, it's all low.

Song Jia was the first to come out of this "depression", as the president, this is her proper quality and posture, she gently lit it on the table with her fingertips, making a very regular sound.

Da, da, da......

The subtle sound attracted everyone's attention, and the members of the literary club in the conference room heard this sound and turned their eyes to Song Jia.

This is the rule of the literary club, which is equivalent to slapping the table; Song Jia, who represents the president, is ready to say a few words to the members, and it can also be said that he is going to hold a "summary meeting".

Encouragement or reflection.

As the president, in a sense, she is also the spiritual pillar of the literary club, and in such a situation, she has the responsibility and obligation to provide necessary comfort to these members.

Song Jia quickly sorted out the emotions in her heart, she understood that she occupied a large part of the responsibility for losing to the student union this time, after all, in terms of personal ability, she lost to Su Ge.

From a perspective alone, go directly to Bai Ming, the editor-in-chief of "Jianghu Ke", past Chen Feng, the spokesperson.

She didn't think of it at all, and even if she did, she might not have the ability to contact Bai Ming.

That man, although Song Jia was extremely disgusted with him. But at Jinling University, no one can deny his excellence; The plan he made was more perfect than his own, and his connections were completely incomparable, plus the student union itself was stronger than the literary club, Song Jia had to admit it. In the confrontation between the two, she can be described as a complete defeat.

Song Jiaqiang suppressed the uneasiness and frustration in his heart, tried his best to make his complexion look better, and even squeezed out a smile: "Don't be so discouraged, victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, it's nothing, if you are discouraged because of this matter, it is not worth it." ”

Song Jia began to organize the language in her mind at a rapid pace, but what had just happened made her uneasy like a nightmare.

"......" she stuck.

She knew she had to say something, but she didn't know what she had to say. Self-deception is not simple, and it is not so easy to accept reality.

Embarrassment, anxiety, boredom...... All kinds of negative emotions filled her thoughts, making her scalp tingle.

The expectant eyes of the members made her not know how to deal with herself.

The atmosphere is getting weirder and weirder.

"I said, this level of meeting, I, a newcomer who has just joined the Literature Club, do I need to avoid it?" A lazy voice rang out suddenly.

Only then did everyone realize that there was an "outsider" in this conference room.

It's not right to say that it's an outsider. He is indeed a member of the Literary Society, but he is not sitting here as a member of the Literary Society.

Otherwise, the Literary Society would not have ended up in such a fiasco, and there would not have been even a chance to tug of war with each other.

Several members of the literary club looked at Chen Feng with a strange look in their eyes.

But they all have one thing in common, that is, there is little kindness, but there is still a distance from being full of malice.

"It's our duty to avoid this, do you still need us to remind you?" Someone muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Didn't you see that the president didn't speak for a long time, the meaning of the expression should be obvious." Some people blamed Chen Feng for Song Jia's silence.

……

In the face of these people's obviously unfriendly words. Chen Feng was not annoyed.

He knew that these people were just too depressed and wanted to find a chance to vent, and his behavior completely detonated these people's pent-up emotions, acting as the best outlet at this moment.

"I'll leave right away, but I still have something to talk to the president about before I do that." Chen Feng pursed his lips and said with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Song Jia asked, his face was not very good.

"Senior sister, let's go have a meal together tonight and have a good chat." After Chen Feng said this, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, turned around, and slowly walked out of the conference room.

Behind him, there was a sound of gnashing of teeth, this time, but the real malice was full.

Song Jia looked at Chen Feng's "apprenticeship" performance, she was not angry, but lowered her head, revealing a thoughtful look.

Everyone else was scolding, but Song Jia knew that Chen Feng was only halfway there.

Regarding going out to eat together, the two had made a decision long before this meeting, which was a promise a long time ago, and she promised Chen Feng that if she could enter the literary club, she would invite him to dinner.

After that, Chen Feng not only entered the literary club, but the article in the written exam was even more brilliant, and a few sentences in it were recorded in her book and regarded as famous sayings.

This meal, of course, must be invited.

Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's deliberate, the day set by the two is today.

"President, don't be angry with that kind of person, the villain is just ambitious, and he is so swaggering in his freshman year, and there will be no good fruit to eat in the future." A girl in the literary club who had a good relationship with Song Jia scolded.

"That guy is gone, let's get back to the meeting." Some people tried to change the topic, but the rest of them chimed in, apparently not wanting the president of their family to be unhappy because of others.

Song Jia was very moved by the concern of the members, and after such a small episode, her thinking became smooth again, and she immediately continued with her previous words, and made a summary of this loss that was not profound, but it was enough to comfort everyone.

Several veterans of the Literary Society also expressed their views and opinions, and the "sadness" was swept away, replaced by a sense of "tragedy".

This time I lost, and next time I must find a way back.

Everyone is working hard to make some deeds in this year's freshman enrollment expansion and strengthen the prestige of the society.

Someone proposed to have a dinner in the evening while the iron was hot, and by the way, invite some potential fresh blood to explain today's events, and use today's shame to cultivate tomorrow's strong soldiers, enhance cohesion, and at the same time make these newcomers have a stronger sense of belonging.

Song Jia agreed, but she herself was not ready to go to the dinner.

After all, the most potential person in the Literary Club still needs her to be appeased in person. (To be continued.) )