"Tuk Tuk!"

There was an unhurried knock on the door.

Weng Min, a senior official of the Xianlin University Youth League who was sitting in front of the computer with his head down and writing hard, put down the pen in his hand and stretched his waist.

This is a middle-aged man, who looks average, but he is better than young, and he looks like he is in his early thirties.

In fact, those who are familiar with him know that this thing is already forty years old, and his daughter is about to enter elementary school.

At the same time, Zuo Yuan, who was sitting opposite Weng Min, opened his mouth to answer.

"Please come in!"

"Secretary!"

Cui Ping, who got a response, pushed the door in, and bowed slightly to Weng Min, who was sitting in front of the door.

"Brother Zuo!"

After entering the door, Cui Ping found that there was also a Zuo Yuan sitting with his back to him, and after being stunned for a moment, he hurriedly shouted.

Speaking of which, Zuo Yuan is not outstanding, just average, and he is not super tall, with an inverted triangle figure, especially when he is still sitting at the door with his back to him, Cui Ping should not have reacted so quickly to who that person is.

It's a pity that I can't stand the standing card on the desk, which is clearly printed with "Mobile League Cadre Post, Zuoyuan".

Cui Ping is not blind, can he not know.

Speaking of which, Zuo Yuan is still his top boss, as the head of the Literature and Art Department of the school union, Cui Ping, the head of the Literature and Art Department of the Mobile Academy, is also the director of the Literature and Art Department of the school union.

"Oh, Cui Ping, what's the matter with me?"

While Zuo Yuan nodded, Weng Min also looked at Cui Ping, who was standing not far from Zuo Yuan, and asked with a smile.

"That's right, secretary!"

Seeing Weng Min asking, Cui Ping hurriedly sorted out his wording.

"The 'First Quyi Sketch Competition' hosted by our institute this semester has basically been prepared, and the time is scheduled to be held in the hall on the second floor of Dahuo on Wednesday night next week, and I would like to invite you to attend as our judges!"

That's right, Cui Ping actually came to Weng Min to support the field, there are senior officials of the regiment attending and not attending the senior officials of the regiment, the weight of the competition is very different, you know, college-level activities, rarely can be pulled by leaders to watch, Cui Ping, the dean and principal or something, doesn't want to think about it, as long as Weng Min can go to the court, it is enough.

"Wednesday, I'll see!"

After listening to Cui Ping's words, Weng Min groaned, reached out and picked up the desk calendar in the corner and looked at it.

Standing far away, Cui Ping couldn't see what was on Weng Min's desk calendar, anyway, it was red, and the black circles were full of blank space.

Those are Weng Min's itinerary memos.

"October 28th, it's fine! If there are no temporary changes, I will check it out! ”

Seeing that the day on the 28th of his desk calendar was blank, Weng Min couldn't help but smile.

"But have you found a professional judge teacher, what about Mr. Huang and Mr. Zhang? I'm going to have a show at most! ”

It's just that Cui Ping doesn't believe it anyway, but he knows that Weng Min is a tenth-level piano, and he can also play saxophone, guitar, and erhu In addition to chess and painting, calligraphy and music, this uncle's skill tree is full of value!

On his bedside, there will still be a painting sent by Weng Min "Karma is diligent".

Oh, I forgot to mention, Weng Min is Cui Ping's professional class guide, and Cui Ping is their professional class leader, Weng Min only knew these things when Cui Ping followed Weng Min to his residence to get things when he saw the seal of the musical instrument.

Of course, Weng Min said this, Cui Ping would not refute him stupidly, and hurriedly nodded in response.

"I'll ask you for instructions, so I'll invite Mr. Huang and Mr. Zhang, and get the certificate by the way!"

"Yes, alright, go ahead, they should all be in the office."

Hearing this, Weng Min nodded, signaled that Cui Ping could work, and continued to bow his head to deal with his documents.

"Then I'll go first!"

"Yes!"

Ignoring Zuo Yuan's follow-up Cui Ping walking out one after another, Weng Min didn't raise his head and snorted.

"Xiao Cui, didn't you say before that you might not be able to do that activity, and you need to pull another courtyard together?"

Closing the office door, Zuo Yuan couldn't wait to ask.

It is indeed difficult for the School of Mechanical and Electrical and Power Engineering in the direction of pure science and engineering to hold literary and artistic competitions for them, but since the work is all next, if it is not done well, not only will the student union of the mobile institute be cool, but he, the head of the literary and artistic department of the school union in charge of the literature and art departments of each college, will also have to finish playing, so he can't be cautious.

"Brother, don't worry, we discussed it with several academies, and each came up with a program guarantee, and then all of them helped me publicize, especially Lao Wang, their School of Economics and Management, Lao Sun, their College of Liberal Arts, and Lao Wu's Outer Academy......"

Hearing Zuo Yuan's words, Cui Ping patted his chest and reassured.

"Lao Sun also lent me an officer."

This time, he pulled down his face and begged more than a dozen academies, if he messed up, then he felt that he could cut off his head and give it to Zuo Yuan to use as a stool.

"Well, in this case, it should be no problem, the Academy of Arts has a lot of experience in holding this kind of competition, so prepare well, don't be ashamed!"

nodded, Zuo Yuan is considered to be the means of Cui Ping, although he is a little suspected of cheating, but the literary and artistic departments of each academy are originally one, one is prosperous, and one is lost, so there is no need to be so clear.

"But by the way, Beibei and they have all been prepared by me for the welcome party, and it is estimated that their hospital will not be able to get out of your show!"

After admonishing Cui Ping, Zuo Yuan turned back to the office, and suddenly remembered that all the members of the Literature and Art Department of the Economic Management Institute were pulled into the house, and turned his head and squeaked.

"Oh, okay, brother!"

The mouth should be very simple, but Cui Ping didn't think so in his heart, anyway, he didn't care, if he didn't give the show, he would continue to send people to block the door, he had already pulled down his face once, and he didn't care about coming again!

Thinking so, Cui Ping shook his head and walked happily towards the Youth League Committee office, he still had to invite Huang Hao and Zhang Chao, both of whom were in charge of the student union, especially Huang Hao was in charge of art, and he was a real professional.

Of course, in fact, there are more professional ones in the Faculty of Letters, but Cui Ping just don't move.

Not to mention that Cui Ping ran around for the competition here, Wang Chang over there took the script left by Wang Beibei and pushed open the dormitory door with a depressed face.

"Hey, you're back so early? I thought you were going to have a long meeting! ”

Yang Mobai, who was seriously washing apples in the sink, glanced at Wang Chang in surprise and said in surprise.

"Ang, I was trapped......

Walking slowly from behind Yang Mobai, Wang Chang threw the stack of A4 paper in his hand onto his desk and sat down on the chair dejectedly.

"What's wrong? Why do you look like you want to die or live, and you lose your body? ”

Looking at Wang Chang's performance, although he was very sad, he didn't have too many bad emotions, and it shouldn't be a big problem to think about it, seeing this, Yang Mobai shook his wet hands and couldn't help but laugh.

"Lost? I'd rather be ......."