At this time, in the student union conference room, all the student union members were having a heated discussion.
"This Lan Nuyin is so arrogant that she dared to tear off Mo Zixiang's photo. Isn't she openly challenging Mo Zixiang?"
"But that's okay, this year's school belle will have to be re-elected anyway. Sooner or later it won't be the same."
"In the past, the vice president was responsible for the election, but now...who will preside over it?"
"This is not easy to handle. Whoever tore up the photo will be responsible."
"Lan Nuyin? Do you want her to be the vice president?"
The discussion in the conference room was in full swing, and in the end, the election of Lan Nuyin as the vice president was decided by a vote by all the teachers and students of the school.
In the first grade (e) class, Lan Nuyin sat in the corner, and Jing Yatong stood beside her, with a puzzled look on her face. "Yin'er, why did you tear up Mo Zixiang's photo? The whole school is talking about this now.
Just listen, they want you to be the vice president of the student union."
"Vice president?" Lan Nuyin turned around and looked at Jing Yatong.
"Yin'er, being the vice president is very troublesome. You have to do everything..." Jing Yatong pouted and said.
"Who said I want to be the vice-president? If I want to be the president, then I will be the president... whoever wants to be the vice-president."
Jing Yatong's eyes lit up. "President... seems to be pretty good."
As a result, the entire Xingluo Academy was in a state of excitement.
Lan Nuoyin's words shocked even the student union. Everyone knew what kind of person Zhao Ranxin was, the president of the student union. Unexpectedly, Lan Nuoyin not only openly challenged Mo Zixiang, but also Zhao Ranxin.
"Why do you do this?" While the teachers and students in the school were discussing and voting frantically, the person involved was leisurely admiring flowers in the garden, and next to her, Jun Luo was simply confused by her actions.
"Why? Do you need it?" Lan Nuyin said lightly, stroking a hyacinth in front of her.
"Are you jealous? But Zhao Ranxin doesn't like Yi Yanfeng."
"Who said I was jealous of Yi Yanfeng?" Lan Nuyin's expression changed.
"Is not it?"
"No. No matter why I did this, you just need to know that I have my reasons." Lan Nuoyin stood up and walked out of the garden filled with charming fragrance.
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That~~Xiyu is not kind~it makes a certain sound jealous again~If you are dissatisfied, please slap us~~o(gt;_lt;)o~~