Ling Geqing said without looking back, "I don't want to."
As soon as she walked out of the judo club, she was intercepted by Wu Siyuan. "President Wu."
"I didn't expect you to have such skill."
"Uh, is President Wu one of the spectators?" Ling Geqing didn't expect that even Wu Siyuan would come to watch the fun. It seemed like this was really quite a sensation.
"What you said is indeed true. Everyone has the desire to gossip. Naturally, I am not exempt from it." Wu Siyuan looked at Ling Geqing, "Let's go, I will take you to visit the news agency. I told everyone your idea, and everyone is very supportive.
Woolen cloth!"
When Mo Xiaoxi chased them out, she saw the backs of Wu Siyuan and Ling Geqing walking side by side, talking and laughing.
He didn't know why, he just felt that this scene was very dazzling.
The job of the news agency is very simple, that is, interviewing campus celebrities and writing some breaking news about entertainment gossip. This is the job that Ling Geqing is responsible for.
The school newspaper is issued once a month. It is similar in nature to a magazine. And what makes her very happy is that as long as the revelations in each issue pass the review of the president and vice president, and the school newspaper is printed, the entertainment press releases she writes will be
There are royalties.
This means that she has another income. Although the money is not much, it is money after all.
Since her battle with Yuan Na, her reputation has quickly swept through the entire Huafeng Art Academy. Sometimes she feels lucky that she joined the news agency. Everyone knows that people in the news agency can't be offended by a pen.
You can write a wonderful pen, you can praise a person as beautiful as a fairy, and your character is as noble as the ninth heaven, or you can scold a person and send him to the eighteenth level of hell.
Despite this, Ling Geqing still tried to keep a low profile and kept a low profile. She usually walked in places with few people. Because no matter where she went, she was greeted with pointing fingers and sometimes scared or vicious looks.
She thought with some frustration that ever since she met Mo Xiaoxi, her life had become extremely unhappy.
At this moment, she was standing on the rooftop of an old school building, breathing fresh air.
Suddenly, an almost inaudible moan reached her ears, and she was startled sensitively. There could be people in such a place?
She gently approached the source of the sound and smelled a faint smell of blood in her nose. She frowned, what? Is this person injured?
The sound came from a corner of the rooftop. She leaned over and couldn't help but be even more surprised.
I saw a boy with light blond hair sitting in the corner. He was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans. It was very ordinary college boy clothes, but it looked particularly charming when worn on him.
At this moment, his right hand was pressing his left shoulder, and thick blood dripped down his shoulder, staining his white shirt red. No wonder he groaned, because there was not a little blood, and he seemed to be seriously injured.
Because his white shirt was speckled with blood.
But how could he be so seriously injured in a place like school?
As if he sensed someone coming, the boy suddenly raised his head and looked towards Ling Geqing. Only now did she see the other person's face clearly, and she almost couldn't help shouting. What a beautiful face, as round as glass.
Skin, facial features as delicate as a fairy. A pair of eyes as clear as water, staring at Ling Geqing with doubtful gaze.