"Teacher..." Shen Fanlei slowly raised her hand: "I have something to say,"
"Tell me," Ding Xuehan trusted Shen Fanlei and nodded immediately.
Ding Xuehan's head was in a mess right now, and she really hoped someone could give her some advice. Thinking that Shen Fanlei was the daughter of a noble family, she thought she might be able to help.
"Although the students are not calm, it would be too much to ask our No. 1 Middle School to take full responsibility," Shen Fanlei stood up and said calmly: "The cause of the whole thing is that the North Middle School molested Class 6 Shi Yu severely injured the monitor and sports committee member of Class 6. Later, they joined forces with Liushu Middle School and came to fight with us..."
"Isn't it true..." There was a buzz in the class, and Wang Manni kept muttering: "Why should we be held responsible? Are they innocent?"
"I also know..." The matter is being investigated. If it is found that students from class three are involved, she will not be able to do her job. Thinking of this, Ding Xuehan burst into tears: "But public opinion doesn't care about this at all, it is just one-sided criticism. us,"
"Our school brings together the future leaders of this society. If we can't resolve such a public relations crisis, then we might as well take off the golden signboard of 'Minghai No. 1 Middle School,'" Shen Fanlei always said on weekdays. He gives people a gentle and virtuous feeling, but at this time he is domineering: "Teacher, what do you think?"
Ding Xuehan asked tentatively: "Do you have a solution?"
"If the teacher believes in me, just leave this matter to me," Shen Fanlei shrugged and said with a half-smile, "Who made me the monitor?"
Ding Xuehan hesitated for a moment and finally nodded: "Okay,"
With the teacher's authorization, Shen Fanlei, the class monitor, immediately assumed the responsibility: "Zheng Bozhan,"
Zheng Bozhan stood up subconsciously: "Here,"
"Use your computer knowledge, launch your Internet trolls, immediately seize major forums, and guide public opinion to our side." After a pause, Shen Fanlei added: "Don't worry about spending money, just make a bill and come to us." I can just deduct it from the class fee."
"good,"
"Liang Xiangyu, Zhou Zitong, Wu Zhihan..." Shen Fanlei called the names of several classmates, and then warned: "You must talk to your parents when you go home. If anyone wants to know what happened, they must insist that they don't know anything about it. You yourself were not involved,"
Everyone nodded immediately: "Okay,"
"Teacher..." Shen Fanlei looked at Ding Xuehan and said in a very respectful tone: "Please communicate with other class teachers and ask all students in the school to do this."
Shen Fanlei, the class monitor, arranged work for the teacher, but this work had to be done. In order to avoid the teacher's resentment, Shen Fanlei deliberately kept his attitude low.
Ding Xuehan only thought about how to solve the problem, so she didn't feel any discomfort and readily agreed: "No problem,"
"Sister Mengqing..." Shen Fanlei turned around, looked at Su Mengqing and smiled: "It's time to update your blog,"
Su Mengqing understood what Shen Fanlei meant. Although she was reluctant to get involved in this matter, she still nodded: "Okay,"
If it weren't for Shen Fanlei's words, Ling Cang wouldn't have noticed that Su Mengqing was also sitting in the classroom. She was a rare visitor and came to class less frequently than Hong Xue.
Entertainment reporters often came to No. 1 Middle School to learn about the campus life of big stars, but as a result, they were either blocked by security guards or simply ignored, and gradually stopped coming.
As you can imagine, Su Mengqing is very busy. Not only does she have to be busy with her career, but she also has to show up in various ways to avoid being forgotten by the public. What makes Ling Cang feel very strange is that if Su Mengqing just wants to understand the domestic campus life, after this period of time, It should be almost done, but judging from Su Mengqing's intention, she actually has no intention of leaving at all, and will completely treat her as a student of No. 1 Middle School.
Ling Cang was in a daze, but Shen Fanlei had already sat down and asked softly: "What are you thinking about?"
"I miss Su Mengqing,"
Shen Fanlei looked back at Su Mengqing and asked with a half-smile, "Do you like her?"
"Can't you?"
"Okay," Shen Fanlei smiled nonchalantly: "But you have to find a way to chase it yourself. I won't help."
"I don't need your help..." Ling Cang also smiled: "Actually, I was thinking of you just now,"
"I'm right next to you, what else do you want from me?"
"You showed your domineering attitude today,"
"Really?" Shen Fanlei laughed even harder, but her face quickly turned gloomy: "I hope it's worth the exposure and I can get through this storm."
This turmoil was indeed very serious. When school was over, the students found that reporters were crowded outside the school gate and they were trying their best to swarm into the school.
Among them were TV stations, print media, and online media. Ling Cang discovered from the signs on the camera equipment that some of them were government-run mainstream media. Once these people appeared, it would indicate that the situation might become serious.
The school security cannot deal with the underworld, nor can they stop students from other schools. However, when facing these reporters, they are still conscientious. They try their best to keep the reporters out, and from time to time they even deliberately put on a cool POSE, hoping to Caught in the camera lens of reporters.
No wonder they have this idea. These days, any photo can become an Internet celebrity.
However, the reporters did not pay attention to the security guards. Instead, they aimed all their camera equipment inside the campus. As long as students appeared, they would snap pictures.
As soon as they saw the students leaving the school, reporters immediately gathered around and asked questions. Faced with this incident, the students showed a surprisingly tacit understanding and all answered "I don't know."
Seeing that they couldn't find out anything, the reporters had to turn their attention to the security guard, but the security guard really didn't know anything, and even if he knew it, he wouldn't dare to say anything because he was afraid of losing his job.
In the morning, the school held a press conference in a hotel, completely shirking responsibility, and now they are not accepting interviews at all. As a result, the reporters got nothing and could only stand dejectedly outside the school gate.
By the time Ling Cang walked out of the school, the reporters had lost their enthusiasm and no one came over. They originally wanted to show off Brother Sharp's style, but they didn't find the opportunity, which made Ling Cang a little disappointed.
Ling Cang was wondering whether he should make some noise to attract the attention of reporters, when a short and fat figure came over: "Oh, Mr. Ling, we meet again..."
Ling Cang followed the voice and looked over, and found that the reporter with a sharp eye was none other than Gao Daquan, whom he had not seen for a long time: "Long time no see,"
"Yeah," Gao Daquan rolled his eyes to make sure he wasn't noticed by other reporters, and hurriedly took Ling Cang's arm toward the east wall: "I have something to ask you,"
He Xie also came, following behind with a camera in his hand, and kept saying: "Slow down, slow down..."
When he reached a deserted place, Gao Daquan let go of Ling Cang: "Brother, we are really destined to be friends. You must help me this time."
"What's the business?"
"Yizhongmen,"
"Yizhongmen," Ling Cang realized after hearing these words that the previous series of conflicts had now evolved into a "door".
"Earl Ling, you must provide me with some inside information..." After swallowing, Gao Daquan said excitedly: "As long as you can help me with this, I will also treat you to dinner and go to the best restaurant. "
Although Ling Cang was very keen on eating, Gao Daquan changed his name three times to himself in such a short time, which felt really awkward: "Is this... busy, I can help, I hope you can help me too Just a favor..."
"Tell me, what are you doing?" Gao Daquan was really prepared to bleed in order to get the exclusive news. As long as he didn't borrow money, everything would be easy to talk about.
"To be precise, we help each other..." Ling Cang said this and laughed mysteriously: "And it's not in vain,"
"What do you mean?"
"Wait for me for a while," Ling Cang turned around, took out his mobile phone and called Shen Fanlei: "You said that in order to solve this trouble, the expenses needed can be paid from class fees."
"Yes," Shen Fanlei asked a little warily: "What are you going to do? It's hard to think of paying for class."
"You are so smart,"
"No, absolutely not," Shen Fanlei was very honest and immediately refused: "If you are short of money, I can give it to you, but you must not use public funds."
"It's not okay to use public funds because it's not for me personally, but for our school's affairs." After a pause, Ling Cang explained: "I contacted a reporter and planned to ask him to write a report that favors us, but he can't do it in vain. Write……"
"I understand," Shen Fanlei agreed happily: "Tell me where it is. Just wait a moment and I'll be there soon."
When Shen Fanlei arrived, Ling Cang brought him to see Gao Daquan. However, Ling Cang did not introduce Shen Fanlei and just told Gao Daquan: "Now let me tell you how to help each other."
"This is your girlfriend," Gao Daquan glanced at Shen Fanlei and said with a smile, "She's so beautiful and has a good temperament. By the way, you, a nobleman, are really discerning."
Shen Fanlei said nothing, but looked at Ling Cang with a smile.
Ling Cang was a little ashamed, because Shen Fanlei was afraid that he would be more aristocratic than himself, but Ling Cang's shamelessness came into play again, without showing any embarrassment, and he nodded calmly: "Of course,"
"Now tell me, what is going on at No. 1 Middle School, and what kind of help do you want me to do for you?"
"The two things are actually the same thing. I want you to write a report that is as favorable as possible to our No. 1 Middle School..."
Gao Daquan was stunned: "This..."
"I said I won't let you write in vain," Ling Cang said, snapping his fingers at Shen Fanlei: "Brother, I'll give you some polish, although it's not much, just to express my gratitude."
Although Ling Cang acted a bit too pretentious, Shen Fanlei didn't mind and handed an envelope to Gao Daquan: "Journalist, please excuse me."