Bai Zehao's sudden intrusion did attract all his attention, and Su Yun also quietly closed the laptop.

Without anyone paying attention, Hua Sha, who had just misled her tongue, unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but her short-term state was not discovered by others.

Hana Ziyun's thinking was also disrupted at this time. Although she still had many questions in her heart and wanted to ask her sister, she decided to wait until the two of them later to say, "Why are you in a panic? Didn't you ask you to register a new club? How is the progress?"

Bai Zehao grinned awkwardly and muttered a little discouragedly: "Master, I seem to have messed up the matter."

"What's going on?"

Hua Ziyun smiled and winked at Su Yun and the others. She also took Xichang and Bai Lisang away from the private room with her tactfully.

After all, there are many people in the school, so it is impossible to discuss things well. Several people are discussing reunion in the evening and they leave first to prepare.

After Bai Lisang and others left, only a few students in the box were Hua Ziyun. Zhao Yi then stood up with a slutty smile, put Bai Zehao on the shoulder and came to the table, "Is there anything wrong? Is it so hard to register a club?"

Bai Zehao was a little embarrassed at this moment, "Who knows how Wu Zhiyuan is trying to do something about it? It's not so troublesome to register a club. He had to let the master himself register with the name, otherwise he would not be approved!"

"Wu Zhiyuan? That student union chairman who stayed in school?" Hana Ziyun raised her lips and asked with some amusement.

When I first entered the school, I heard Tang Tao mention this person. He is one of the three people who cannot be messed with in the entire No. 17 Middle School. However, that only for people like them, it seems a bit bad for Hana Ziyun.

The playboy Lu Yuanxing was beaten half-dead by him, and Chu Peng, the president of Qingshan Society, was also trampled on his back. Can't Wu Zhiyuan feel a little 13-year-old? Or do he think he is already very embarrassed?

After Bai Zehao's story, everyone heard that there seemed to be intentional harshness. In the past, when registering a club, only someone needed to file a record. The number of people in the group exceeded five. This was a bit too much for me to go there.

"One day, how are the relationships in the school going these days? Is there anyone who can restrain Wu Zhiyuan?" Hua Ziyun smiled and looked at Zhao Yi, who was smiling slutty.

"I know a lot of teachers and directors in the school, and they can't do anything to him." Bai Zehao seemed a little discouraged, and bit his teeth and whispered: "At worst, he won't be able to get to No. 17 Middle School for the rest of his life, otherwise I'll find someone to break his legs."

"Okay, this place is still a school after all." Zhao Yi smiled and patted his shoulder, saying a little disrespectfully: "Have you ever heard of a senior official and senior officer to kill people? Isn't the student union chairman just taking care of us? Even if you are angry outside, you will have to be restrained when you come back here?"

"But, you can't just let it go, right?" Bai Zehao was obviously a little angry.

"It's certainly not. Since he, the president of the student union, is not very good at all, I see that he's a little fucked." Zhao Yi curled his lips, "Let's go, boss, should we go with him together?"

When Hua Ziyun saw Zhao Yi's confident look, she guessed in her heart that the boy seemed to have a trump card. Since they were all riding on their heads, he had no reason not to stand up and say.

After lunch, several people walked towards the club management office on the third floor of the Art Building, talking and laughing.

It turned out that in the past few days, not only did the teachers from No. 17 Middle School be ordered, but even several teachers sold him face. As the saying goes, money can make the devil push the mill. Zhao Yi happened to truly carry forward this sentence. As teachers, their monthly salary will naturally not be too high. Since they give gifts, they must show sincerity.

If 10,000 is not enough, 50,000 will be added. If 50,000 is not enough, 50,000 will be added. In a few days, he has dealt with more than 20 prestigious teachers.

Zhao Yi is a playboy, and he is not rude to things like burning money than Hua Ziyun. After all, with the support of the entire Nanming City, this amount of money is a bit of a drop in his bucket for him.

What is more worth mentioning is that this kid accidentally dealt with a vice dean in his fifties in his college.

This guy is already at the age of retirement, but he prefers to see these energetic students. To put it nicely, people say he is very dedicated, but to put it nicely, this old man is lustful, especially to young and beautiful girls.

It is precisely because this guy and Zhao Yi have a similar stinking taste that the relationship between the two has been quickly established because he can always bring freshness to the old guy, which makes him so fascinated that he is almost called brothers and brothers to Zhao Yi.

With confidence, Hanaziyun brought her sister and others to the club headquarters.

When I came to the club department, it was indeed quite lively. The club department was 200 square meters in size, with a circular square table in the middle, and there were twenty or thirty members of the club. A young man about twenty-two or three years old was sitting in the middle.

It seemed that they were organizing some club activities for them. Almost everyone's eyes were sent over. Hua Ziyun and others who came in rashly became the focus of the moment, and they didn't even knock on the door?

Wu Zhiyuan looked up and glanced at Hua Ziyun and the others, but when he saw Huasha, his eyes lit up. He seemed to have heard that there was a school belle in No. 17 Middle School that people couldn't help but want to protect him after a glance. However, he was always very busy and had no time to meet him.

When he saw him today, even his heart was moved by his preparation in advance. Even though he was a little older, the flower sand in front of him gave him a feeling that he had experienced was pure and unbearable. He was a little angry at the rashness of several people, but it was gone now.

"Bai Zehao, is this the person you said you want to form the Yunduan Martial Arts Club? It seems like there are a few newcomers." Wu Zhiyuan raised his lips and asked knowingly.

Hana Ziyun also saw his strange eyes, and the eyes of many presidents around him fell on his sister.

"Chairman Wu?" Hana Ziyuncan laughed and stopped Bai Zehao who was about to speak. "I don't know that there are so many rules for forming a club. I feel like I look down on us transfer students when I hear your words."

Wu Zhiyuan also smiled, but he smiled so casually, "I don't have that kind of meaning, but the number of clubs has been a bit too high recently. I can't manage it alone. I was thinking of cutting off a batch, so of course I won't be able to register at will."

"Ha!" Hana Ziyun sneered and said without hesitation: "It is your ability to not manage it. If you can't do it, you can change people."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!