Seeing a few people walk away, Cheng Qianxue walked to the front of the stage with everyone in the hip-hop club, saluted everyone and retired from the stage.

"Xiaoxue!" Zhou Shaochuan caught up and grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side of the stage, "Why are you so stupid, even if you admit defeat, you can let others admit it, what will you ......let me say in front of reporters in a while?"

"I don't think my skills are as good as others, I'm not as shameless as you!" Shaking off his arm, Cheng Qianxue said coldly, "From today on, the hip-hop club doesn't have you as the president, so don't come to me again!" ”

Cheng Qianxue turned around and walked off the stage, Zhou Shaochuan looked at her back, pouted, and jumped off the stage to flatter the principal.

"Headmaster, there are a lot of people in front, can you go from the backstage?"

"No, I'm here to inform you of something." The principal looked at his face and said in a serious tone, "Since you are also a member of the club, it is not appropriate to participate in the rating of the club, so this matter should be handed over to the students of the school's propaganda department, and you can leave it alone." ”

The principal doesn't know how to dance, but he understands people's hearts.

Zhou Shaochuan's little Jiujiu, he had already seen it through.

It is absolutely impossible to be fair and impartial to continue to let this person in charge of the society rating.

In case this musical club deliberately targets Jun Qing, it will be difficult for him to be a leader at that time.

Zhou Shaochuan had words of suffering, so he had to agree with a smile.

"I'll send you out!"

"No need."

The headmaster waved at him and strode to the exit.

Zhou Shaochuan felt the other party's coldness, and became more and more unsure.

Seeing that it is the end of the semester, he is still a junior, and the selection of the student council president for the new academic year is imminent.

Originally, I wanted to rely on this hip-hop dance club to improve my reputation and performance in the student union, but I didn't think of making this situation.

Now, Cheng Qianxue kicked him out of the hip-hop club, and the principal also handed over the affairs of the club to others......

Thinking of this, Zhou Shaochuan was only angry.

Thinking of the interview, he turned his face to find the reporter, where was the shadow of the other party.

He reached out and grabbed the arm of a student union assistant: "What about the reporter?" ”

"He said he was going to interview Jun Qing and left early." The other party replied.

When Zhou Shaochuan heard it in his ears, he was almost so angry that he vomited blood.

The reporter I tried so hard to invite turned out to be cheaper?

……

……

Outside the auditorium.

Jun chuckled and took the business card of the reporter of "College Student Weekly" and thought about it.

"It's better to do this, next Friday we will perform in the Musical Theater Club, you can come to see our performance then, and we will make an appointment."

This kind of small magazine interview, she did not take it to heart.

However, she doesn't mind if she can do some publicity for the musical theater club.

"Okay, then we'll see you next Friday!"

The reporter said goodbye to everyone and left, and Jun lightly pinched his business card and turned his face to everyone.

"Now, you don't have to worry about the affairs of the club anymore, practice hard, and we will become a big shrine." Raising his wrist to look at the time, Jun frowned slightly, "It's not early, I'll go back first." ”

Saying goodbye to everyone, she hurried across the driveway to the school gate.

Not long after she walked out, a car chased after her and stopped beside her.

Jun turned his face lightly, and stared at the cold silence that came out of the car with a half-squinted smile.

"Leng-san?!"

Standing in front of her, Leng Mo coughed lightly and spoke politely.

"Excuse me, how much does it cost you to be a personal trainer?"

Personal training?

Before Jun Qing came back to his senses, a majestic male voice sounded not far away.

"You can't afford it!"

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Emperor Lin (with a displeased face): Why didn't I show up??

Childe Ruxue: Fourth master, isn't your voice already ...... Appeared?!