The grade director was so choked by him that he couldn't speak. After a while, he sighed and compromised: "Okay, I'll give up my old face and communicate again. If you don't say too much, at least I will make a statement about the results of the competition."

He took a sip of water and said, "Old Song, to be honest, I almost forgot what my original intention is. I have learned education more and more, but how many people have taught students sincerely? Alas, it's boring to say these things, after all, some people just want to make a living..."

"But then again, what you said just now really made me respectful, but you are still aware of it."

Old Song touched his round beer belly and said leisurely: "Do you think I will really roll around? What are you thinking? How could my handsome, bright and tall image be ruined by a little bastard?"

Grade Director:???

What the hell are you playing me?

Old Song walked out with a smile, but happened to run into Lu Xingye leaning against the corridor wall.

The boy had a slender figure, clear outline, wide shoulders and narrow waist. The simple white school uniform and shirt were supported by him to make the model's clothes rack.

Old Song raised his eyebrows: "Did you hear it?"

"Well." Lu Xingye is good at beating people who provoke him, but he is not good at how to deal with other people's kindness and gentleness. He has nothing to say, "I heard that the director is looking for me."

"Ignore him, I will definitely tell you a lot of nonsense again. Let's go, your precious time is used to study, why do you listen to his tumbling?"

Lu Xingye stood up straight, his spine straight and straight as pine.

He is half a head taller than Old Song. At first glance, he looks a bit like a thorny student bullying a good-tempered teacher.

"That...thank you." Lu Xingye whispered, his tone a little uncomfortable.

Lao Song: "Well, what's the point of thanking me? You are my student. I'll say a few words for you. Don't have any psychological pressure. Do we know if we are upright and are not afraid of being slanted? Also, don't really expect me to make trouble for you. Your master's wife will deduct my pocket money when she sees it."

There was a little smile in Lu Xingye's eyes.

Old Song patted his shoulder, "But the teacher has something to give to you: Never give up your own life for the sake of others' mistakes."

...

Lunch break.

Lu Xingye couldn't find Memorial Xi everywhere.

At this time, the Student Union Propaganda Department.

In the office, Baishitong confirmed with Memorial Xi for the third time: "Mining God, do you really want to go against that woman? I feel that her rank is not low."

Memorial Xi: "I'll give it a try, thank you for lending my account."

"Don't be polite to me, I just hope this matter will end quickly. You and Mr. Lu continue to sprinkle candy. I am your number one C..." The almost exposed Pepsik turned a corner, "No. 1 study fan! When I saw your faces, I wanted to angrily brush a set of papers!"

Hey?

Memorial Xi blinked: "Then I will send you some study materials back."

Baishitong laughed even worse than crying: "Thank you for chanting God."

beep--

Memorial Xi dialed a number.

About ten seconds later, the voice call was answered.

"Hey, you are the person in charge of the self-media public account, right? But you have too few fans, only more than 10,000. I don't really want to cooperate with you." The other party looked contemptuous and looked arrogant.

Memorial Xi said in a gentle voice: "I have a Weibo post with more than 200,000 fans."

When the other party heard this, his attitude immediately changed: "Can you write as I ask? Continue to smear that Lu Xingye."

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Chapter completed!