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"Student? Does he look like a student?"
"He is just a labor agency, and he regards the members of his club as tools for him to make money. How can such a person be merciful!"
Jiang Shuo slammed the ground, hitting everyone's heart hard.
Chen Yiqing has nothing to say.
Jiang Shuo continued: "From this moment on, you continue to do your things."
"What he says is what he says. You make up and do it, but you have to know how to leave evidence, you know?"
"This breath, I will get it back for you."
All twenty or so people nodded.
After Yiyi left the room, Chen Yiqing grabbed Jiang Shuo: "Xiao Shuoshuo, your propaganda department, why don't you go and have a look?"
"Also, the situation of the student union is very complicated now."
"After the last student union chairman graduated, the seat has been vacant. There are rumors that the school will elect a chairman during this period."
"I heard that Ren He's father has come to the school to look for the dean several times."
"Senior Zhu's situation is not very good."
Jiang Shuo looked up strangely while walking: "Choose the chairman of the student union? Why have I never heard of it?"
Chen Yiqing said angrily: "When did you care about the student union?"
"Sister Zhu is being suppressed very badly now. Many ministers are now on Renhe's side. If Renhe is allowed to come up, she will definitely be suppressed further."
"Hurry up and go to the Propaganda Department, it will also increase Sister Zhu's bargaining chips."
Jiang Shuo nodded solemnly.
After walking outside, I looked at the office of the Propaganda Department.
After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll go in and have a look, senior sister, you can continue to practice splitting."
Chen Yiqing's brow was black: "Others say it's fine, but when it comes out of your mouth, I always feel weird."
"gone."
Jiang Shuo chuckled, turned around and walked into the office of the Propaganda Department.
As soon as I came in, I saw the secretary inside writing and drawing.
This is a scene that the Propaganda Department has every day.
They are responsible for all event posters in the school.
Even some disciplinary notices in the school require them to write with a brush.
After he came in, no one paid attention to him for a long time, and he was busy with his own affairs.
Jiang Shuo coughed in embarrassment: "Well, I won't be kicked out by you when I come in."
"Beforehand, Jiang Feifeng was dismissed as head of the Propaganda Department, and it wasn't me who was behind it."
Several people inside looked up at Jiang Shuo.
His complexion is not very good.
Among them, a male student held a brush and said angrily: "Jiang Shuo, if the school didn't arrange you to be the head of our propaganda department."
"I will think you are righteous and Jiang Feifeng is evil."
"But the problem is, if the school arranges it, then you are the same as Jiang Feifeng!"
"Come here!"
Jiang Shuo walked over strangely.
He knew this person. He was Chen Zhuo, the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Student Union.
The juniors, the reason why they knew each other was because this guy from later generations won the first place in a provincial college student calligraphy competition.
In the past few days, the whole school reported that he himself was the deputy director of the Propaganda Department, so the Propaganda Department gave him a hard publicity.
If the trajectory of future generations is correct, next year he will take this first place back to honor his ancestors.
After seeing Jiang Shuo approaching, Chen Zhuo pointed to the rice paper on the table with a word written on it.
Crazy cursive style, the crazy parents don't know each other, and those who don't understand think it's written in English.
"This word, what do you read?"
Jiang Shuo was confused, looked left and right.
After watching it for a long time, I took a deep breath: "Vigorous and powerful, unruly like an old vine!"
"It fully expresses the state of mind of the person who wrote this word. It can be seen that this is a man of lofty ideals with a country in mind."
Chen Zhuo originally wanted to frighten Jiang Shuo, but Jiang Shuo would come to him with flattery.
It made him embarrassed for a while, but he was very satisfied.
"You have a bit of foresight. As a contemporary college student, I, Chen Zhuo, naturally bear in mind the responsibilities on my shoulders."
"Awesome!" Jiang Shuo quickly gave a thumbs up: "I have never seen a person who writes so superbly."
"Brother Chen, I have practiced for a long time.Many years, I think it must have at least 50 years of knowledge. "
Chen Zhuo began to feel flustered: "No talent, I started practicing at the age of three, and it took me fifteen years to calculate."
"Awesome, fifty years of skill in fifteen years." Jiang Shuo continued to give a thumbs up.
Looking at the character again, he said, "Brother Chen, why don't you teach me how to write the character "Servant"?"
"The pen moves like a mad dragon, I feel a mad dragon really roaring in the abyss!"
"Pfft, hahahaha!"
The other officers who were very wary of Jiang Shuo couldn't help laughing after hearing the word "servant".
Chen Zhuo's face fell instantly.
"This is the word "kill"!"
"Traditional characters kill characters! Don't you know traditional characters! What are the characters!"
Jiang Shuo scratched his head and said, "Oh, what you said is really a bit like killing words!"
"but!"
"I didn't recognize it, it's because I'm not good at calligraphy, and it can't affect Brother Chen's calligraphy attainments at all!"
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
Seeing Jiang Shuo's attitude, Chen Zhuo's anger disappeared.
"When will you come to take office, we will be waiting for you."
Jiang Shuo immediately came with all kinds of tricks, tricks, routines, brainwashing and so on.
An hour later, the attitude of these people towards Jiang Shuo changed quietly.
After Jiang Shuo came out, a loud noise erupted in the office of the Propaganda Department, which shocked the entire club center.
"Brother Shuo, go slowly!"
Over there, Chen Yiqing had one leg resting on the window sill, and she was pressing her leg very gracefully.
After hearing this loud roar, he was frightened all over.
With a click, Xiaoxiu's eyebrows twitched into a ball, and she squatted on the ground.
Seeing Jiang Shuo walking past, he quickly shouted: "Xiao Shuoshuo, come quickly and help me, my leg is sprained!"
Jiang Shuo leaned over, pulled her up shamelessly and helped her to the chair beside her.
"Sister, do you want me to rub it for you?"
Chen Yiqing rolled his eyes at him: "Can you be more serious, there are so many people watching."
¡®What is this in your hand? '
'Oh, the calligraphy and painting that Xiao Chen gave me, I heard it is a killing character, he said that hanging it in my office can ward off evil spirits. '
"If it can shock all villains, I will take it."
Chen Yiqing looked confused: "Xiao Chen? Chen Zhuo?"
"right."
"Isn't he a junior, why does he call you brother?"
"I'm not sure about this, maybe I think my hairstyle is more handsome than his."
"Senior sister, I won't tell you anymore. I'll go back and study what this calligraphy and painting are used for."
With that said, he left the club center.
After returning, the group of Baihui Weichao and others expressed their views on what the word "kill" was, and discussed for a full afternoon.
Finally, Deng Yingcai took it away and went out to find a place to mount it.
In the evening, I had dinner with Qianqian.
Originally, I wanted to accompany Qianqian on a good walk around the campus.
But Liang Mengrong, who always wanted to sleep with Jiang Shuo, sent a message.
Ask her out to meet. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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