Well, I think you should be able to join our rehearsal."
"Rehearsal?" I glanced at Lan Xiyan and found that he didn't raise his head and continued to eat breakfast. Then I looked at Situ Yuanhai with a question mark? Why have I never heard that the 2008 Preliminary Games will be held in two days? Damn it.
Xiao Ke, another item was missed in the investigation. Next time we meet, see how I deal with you!
"Don't you know?" he exclaimed.
My expression was a bit awkward. I don't know if it was strange. I glanced at him secretly. I was a new freshman at school, and I was also a very miserable freshman. I was entangled with that smelly stone all day long, so I had no time to pry for gossip.
It’s so baffling![
Of course, just think about the above in your heart. How could you express those thoughts now? This idiot is the president of the president no matter what, and cannot be offended.
"President, I'm a new student." I gritted my teeth and reminded him with a smile. Hum, if it weren't for the fact that he happened to be the president of this school, I wouldn't be so humble. And it started with me.
Judging from the life-and-death fights Hai Lai has seen between students Zi and Mo in the past few days, it would be a shame if I went to the rehearsal and didn't get attacked by Mo's group. I don't want to be regarded as a traitor and paraded through the streets.
, and then spent three years of high school living with the resentment of Mexican students.
"Hey, that's right." He waved the spoon at me and continued eating breakfast.
I looked at the breakfast in front of him and was shocked. This president was really experienced. He actually sat down in such a short period of time and successfully dug a small open space in the pile of rice?
"Yeah." I smiled and nodded, poking at the porridge in the bowl and asking Situ Yuanhai: "Well, what did the president say about the sports meeting?"
"This is actually an annual event for Zi's aristocratic students and Mo's civilian students to compare their talents in various aspects. But next year is 2008, so it will be regarded as a warm-up match for the Olympics." Situ Yuanhai took a spoon.
He scooped up a mouthful of rice and fluttered it in front of me, then threw it into his mouth and chewed it.
I couldn't help but frown. This man didn't have any aristocratic courtesy. He actually raised the spoon with rice in front of me. People who didn't know it thought he was going to give me something to eat. But of course he couldn't show it.
It was the president, so I squeezed the muscles on my face,