"Wait a moment." Teacher Bai said.

Wang Moxue took out her vote at this time, not the ballot box.

No matter who this ticket belongs to, it is obviously not valid.

"Okay, now for the applause, we invite our new classmates to come on stage." Teacher Bai took the lead in applauding, her long eyelashes blinking, as if she was expecting.

Amid sparse applause, Ye Fan walked onto the podium.

He put one hand in his trouser pocket and glanced down the stage for a while.

"Hello everyone, my name is Ye Fan." Ye Fan introduced himself.

The trio in the dormitory below the stage looked ugly.

"What should I do? Boss?"

"Wang Moxue and that kid know each other, and most of the votes will go to him."

"But now that Teacher Bai won't let you vote, what kind of speech can you rely on? I'm afraid that kid will die without a burial place."

Analysis of the situation of the flat-headed author.

"Pants, I just hope that I can still vote after the speech, otherwise I will have no chance at all." The little fat man held out hope.

Tuxedo's face looked better, "For the sake of fairness and justice, the possibility of re-voting after the speech is very high."

"Send a message to those bastards in the group and give the ticket to my brother. Whether it succeeds or not, the benefits will be doubled."

At this time, Tuxedo had already begun to show off.

On the podium, Ye Fan said his name.

Then, it was gone.

After waiting for a long time, the students saw that there was really nothing to say, and they were immediately shocked.

"Holy shit, what's going on? I saw him walking on stage so calmly, and I thought he was going to make some lofty speech, but this is what happened?"

"If you can't get on the stage, why should you be a sports committee member? You can't even speak clearly."

Someone shouted, "Get out, people like you are not welcome in class."

On the first day, I wanted to be in the limelight, and I still used unfair means such as money competition. Now I have no ability to go on stage, and I look like I am worth 250,000 yuan.

Many people are already dissatisfied with Ye Fan, and their first impression is of extreme disgust.

"Get out, generally don't want waste."

He has an impulsive personality and his words have become violent.

Even if some students couldn't bear it and wanted to speak to Ye Fan, they were instantly overwhelmed by this wave.

Seeing that the situation was starting to get out of control, Teacher Bai lowered his hand.

After the students calmed down for a while, she asked Ye Fan again.

"Classmate, can you introduce yourself, for example, what are your hobbies?"

"No." Ye Fan shook his head.

Teacher Bai then asked: "So you are running for sports committee, is there anything you want to say to your classmates?

"Oh." Ye Fan raised his head and put one hand in his trouser pocket.

His calm eyes scanned the whole place, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"They don't deserve it."

, a bang.

Just four words are like dropping thousands of tons of explosives in the classroom.

"Son of a bitch, who do you think you are?"

"We don't deserve it, of course we don't deserve it. How can we, a group of top students, be compared to you, a piece of trash?"

The three brothers in the dormitory are shameless. Let alone canvassing votes at this time, it is better not to be beaten to death.

Looking at the young man on the stage, Teacher Bai showed interest in his eyes.

"Idiot." Wang Moxue muttered.

At this time, Du Feilong stood up.

"Classmates, calm down and listen to what I have to say."

Du Feilong walked up to the podium, nodded, and stood next to Ye Fan.

"I have been on the sports committee of Class 1 since my freshman year. I have struggled with my classmates and won honors at sports events together."

Everyone's eyes softened and then became fanatical.

Yes, this is what a speaker should look like, this is what the sports committee member of their class should be like.

"Du Feilong." "Du Feilong."

There was a chorus of cries.

Du Feilong pressed his hands.

"The Sports Commission belongs to me, and no one is qualified to compete."

Du Feilong issued a declaration.

Then the conversation changed, "But the person standing here today is Brother Ye, so I must be convinced."

Finally, Du Feilong glanced at the audience.

"I abstain from voting in this sports committee competition."

Everyone looked blank, not understanding what Du Feilong meant, and they didn't react at all.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible."

The peacock screams.

"Brother Long, are they threatening you? They are just like rats, and they are using some conspiracy in secret."

"Peacock, stop being unreasonable."

Du Feilong frowned and looked at Ye Fan apologetically.

Then explain it to everyone.

"Brother Ye is not only my enemy, but my savior." Du Feilong lifted his clothes, revealing the wounds under his burly body.

"I was eating out with two classmates before."

A brief explanation of what happened when Du Feilong ran the skewers shop.

Of course, I just passed by and didn’t mention any specific people.

But just the wounds on Du Feilong's body were powerfully convincing.

Everyone can relate to the shocking situation at that time.

"What the hell, what did I do? I wronged a Liangshan hero. Is this what a top student from Peking University should do?"

"Now it seems that the man on stage with his master's demeanor is really the best choice for my first-class sports committee."

With Du Feilong's personal explanation, the mood in the class immediately changed.

Men say that Ye Fan is chic, while women say that Ye Fan is elegant.

I just told people to get out, and everyone felt guilty.

The three brothers in dormitory 211 suffered the most.

"Pants, what's going on? Who is the sports committee member? Did the fat man's plan succeed?"

The little fat man looked confused.

"Damn fat man, according to your plan, you have successfully destroyed our group."

"We spent a lot of money to help that kid become a sports committee member, but the opponent we found for him has already turned into a younger brother in advance."

Flathead felt so heartbroken, even though it was not his own money.

"Pants, what's wrong with my plan? It's because you didn't collect enough information that the group collapsed so quickly."

Seeing the second and third fat guys starting to blame each other, Tuxedo looked extremely angry.

His eyes were turning black, but he was still holding on with great perseverance.

"Classmate Ye Fan, it was my fault before. I wronged you because I didn't understand the matter clearly."

Without Du Feilong's greeting, Peacock took the initiative to stand up.

"I'm here to say sorry to you and hope you can forgive me."

"What's the use of being sorry?" Ye Fan looked calm.

"Ah?" Peacock was stunned for a moment.
To be continued...