His expression was a bit awkward. I wonder if it's strange. I glanced at him secretly. I'm a new freshman at school, and I'm also a very miserable freshman. I've been pestered by that smelly stone all day long. I don't have time to pry around 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.
He was the president, so I squeezed the muscles on my face and smiled broadly, "So that's it, haha."
"How about it, do you want to come to the rehearsal?" He looked at me expectantly.
"But the president." I looked at him in embarrassment, giving him a mental glare, and slowed down the movement of poking at the porridge, "I am a student of the Mo Department." Does this president think that the fight between Mo and Zi is not intense enough?
, did you ask me to go to the rehearsal just because you wanted to provoke a more obvious struggle between the two departments?