"Which show is this being played?" Ning Yi asked helplessly, "Did you and Mu Qingxue discuss it together?"
"You have wronged me, how did I know that crazy woman would support you." Feng Yingruo's expression also looked a little stunned.
"Who are you calling a crazy woman?" Mu Qingxue came back, her beautiful eyes glaring at Feng Yingruo, full of murderous intent.
Feng Yingruo responded with a look of disdain, I'm not afraid of you!
The four pairs of beautiful black eyes of the two people were full of murderous intent. If the air could conduct electricity, there would undoubtedly be sparks flying by now.
The two of them were placed at the next table, which was definitely a huge shame. What was even worse was that Ning Yi was sitting behind them.
This seat arrangement is really a unique skill.
Ning Yi looked at Kong Xiu in the stands again. Is she really just a college Chinese teacher? Is she really not a professional speaker or host?
"Okay, you two just put me in the fire to roast me. In front of so many classmates, can you maintain the dignity of the goddess?" Seeing the two of them gearing up, Ning Yi was also drunk, although he knew
It's impossible for them to really do it, but the image of the goddess must be maintained at least.
Sure enough, the goddess is arrogant. When Ning Yi said this, although the two felt it was inappropriate, they still snorted at each other, looked at each other on the other side, and stopped talking.
Then they each held their phones and didn't know what to do, ignoring Ning Yi.
It seems that the two of them are not working together to deal with Ning Yi, but for this reason, Ning Yi naturally cannot back down, not to mention that the opponent is still Lin Feifan.
Ning Yi returned his attention to the podium. Unknowingly, he found that Wu Nanxing was already standing on the stage.
What a pity. Kong Xiu should have delivered another very inspiring speech, but it’s a pity that he didn’t notice it just now.
Although Wu Nanxing's reputation is earned, he is not without strength. He is also the top scorer in the college entrance examination in Qilu District, and he is 1.85 meters tall.
If he hadn't met weird people like Lin Feifan, Ning Yi, Feng Yingruo and Mu Qingxue, it would actually be easy for him to become the squad leader.
So Ning Yi is actually looking forward to his election manifesto.
"Actually, I know that I am just a foil when I come on stage, because the people in front of me also know that their overall strength is far better than mine." Wu Nanxing's opening remarks seemed a bit sad.
But Ning Yi thinks it's good, and the effect of playing the tragedy card will definitely not be too bad.
"But I believe that everyone has their own independent personality. I believe that I have enough strength to run for the position of squad leader. I think running for squad leader should focus on the position of squad leader itself. What is important is not him.
What can be said, what personal honors can be given, what slogans can be shouted loudly, all of them are useless. The most important thing is, what can he bring to the class. What benefits can he win for the class? These things, I think, are the most important.
of."
He paused and looked at Ning Yi's position.
Then he continued, "So. I think Ning Yi is the one who can really do some practical things for our 2014 management engineering class. I decided to give up the election. I will vote for Ning Yi. Thank you everyone."
"Nah!" Hearing this, Lin Feifan almost fainted. He never expected that Wu Nanxing, that bastard, would directly give him the final blow.
And what nonsense he said, what personal honors, what slogans, isn't this mocking himself? Okay, okay! Wu Nanxing, if you have the guts, I'm done with you!
Lin Feifan really didn't know what to say. It's over, it's over. At this point, even if Ning Yi doesn't come on stage, he can win even if he lies down.
I worked hard to lay out Quan Te Niang's finishing goal.
If you fail to become class president and run for student union president in the future, even if you win in the end, what's the point? A person who can't even lead his own class has the nerve to serve as student union president? Whether he can be elected or not is a question.
Of course, it's not that I care about this position. In addition to gaining vanity, this position, more importantly, involves my own interests.
There are too many outstanding third-generation descendants of the Lin family, and I have to show results as soon as possible. Otherwise, I will fall behind others in the future distribution of family power, let alone inherit the big position. If I let the competitors in the family
I don’t know what I would think if I knew that this time I would be slapped in the face even if I chose a monitor.
He looked at Ning Yi, who was sitting behind two beauties, pretending to be innocent.
Lin Feifan was ready to tear his heart into pieces, he couldn't bear it anymore.
"Wow, I swear, I really don't know. Classmate Wu Nanxing also thinks highly of classmate Ning Yi. I really have nothing to say, so no matter how much words I say, it will be a waste. I would like to ask Mu Qing
Classmates Xue, Feng Yingruo and Wu Nanxing would rather give up their candidacy and recommend Ning Yi to come on stage and speak for themselves..."
"Classmate Ning Yi! Please!" Kong Xiu stared at Ning Yi's position and shouted.
Ning Yi was looking into Lin Feifan's eyes at the moment.
Kong Xiu shouted several times before he reacted. Although he was very reluctant, looking at Feng Yingruo's encouraging eyes, he really couldn't resist.
Lin Feifan became even more depressed when he saw it. Damn!
Ning Yi didn't seem to be happy about it. He was thinking about it so much that he wanted it so much. Wouldn't he want to co-write it with him?
It really makes people vomit blood.
His eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and he stared at Ning Yi's back, clenching his fists tightly: No, we can't let him have it so easy.
He lowered his head and pressed his phone again, and a string of messages flew out.
Ning Yi came on stage. He even staggered when he walked. He didn't have any big-name demeanor at all. How could such a person become the monitor of the senior management engineering class in the elite gathering place of the whole school?
Lin Feifan really wanted to slap him to death with a brick.
"Hello everyone, I am Ning Yi, a very ordinary person. To be honest, ten minutes ago, I might not have dared to stand on the podium, nor did I want to be the monitor. However, at this moment, I have changed
My idea is, I want to be the monitor of this class, and for the students who will support me, I want to tell you that in the future, if you have any questions, come to me!"
Damn it! The people underground did not remain silent for a while or anything like before, but were instantly fired up.
There is no other reason, just because of one sentence, in the future, if you have anything to do, come to me.
If this sentence is said normally, it is an ordinary sentence, but if it is said during the election campaign, and the atmosphere is tense, it is equivalent to a promise, which means that if anything happens to you, everyone will
Come to me and I'll settle things.
This is a great person, this is domineering. Compared with Lin Feifan's empty slogans and gorgeous background, it's like heaven and earth. This is what choosing a squad leader looks like.
No wonder powerful figures like Feng Yingruo, Mu Qingxue, and Wu Nanxing would rather give up their candidacy to fully support him.
"good!"
"Well said, Ning Yi, I'll vote for you!" Some people couldn't hold themselves back for a long time and jumped up and shouted.
"support!"
Not only the men, but also many girls also raised their arms high and the table was clapping loudly.
Lin Feifan looked helpless. Damn it, these people have probably forgotten that there is another candidate, right?
"Okay, students, be quiet, please be quiet." Kong Xiu spent a lot of effort to suppress the noisy scene, then looked around the crowd, and then said with a smile, "I'm very pleased,
I didn’t expect that you would be so enthusiastic about class work before the first day of school officially started. I am honored to be your class teacher, so now, let’s start voting.”
After finishing speaking, Kong Xiu took out the small note and pen that he had prepared long ago and asked the person at the first table to pass it on.
In less than ten minutes, all forty-five notes had been collected.
Then the results were announced. Kong Xiu found two people, one to count the votes and the other to correct the drawings.
At this moment, Lin Feifan wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. He stared at the person who sang the votes and the one who corrected the paintings with scarlet eyes, and his heart was bleeding secretly: These two idiots, can you hurry up? You don't know
By being so slow, are you testing the endurance of my heart?
Can people still live?
"Ning Yi, one vote... Ning Yi... one vote... Ning Yi... one vote!"
It wasn't until the seventh vote that anyone voted for Lin Feifan. Every time Ning Yi got a vote, it was like a slap in the face to Lin Feifan.
Crackling, crackling.
His face was completely swollen.
Lin Feifan wanted to die. He wished that this stupid election would end soon. It was so embarrassing. Of the five candidates, only himself, the most popular candidate, was chosen as a foil.
This election has completely trampled on all my dignity.
33:6, the final result came out, six idiots stubbornly chose Mu Qingxue and Feng Yingruo.
This result was even worse than Lin Fan expected. Before he elected the squad leader, he had already mastered at least 13 basic bases that would definitely support him. Even if he did other tricks and consumed a few, he would not even lose the basic base.
Did you run away?
Seeing this situation, he suddenly remembered the text message he had just sent. By the way, after losing so miserably, it would be useless to keep trying, fork!
He woke up and was about to call Qi Jianren.
But it was too late. The guy suddenly stood up and shouted: "Wait a minute, teacher!"
"What's wrong? This classmate." Kong Xiu was still somewhat impressed by Qi Jianren who suddenly stood up. Why was this guy so troublesome?
Lin Feifan felt a pain in his balls. He held the phone in his hand and quickly dialed the number, hoping to stop this bastard, but it was obviously useless.
Qi Jianren was as excited as if he had been beaten to death: "Teacher, I have sufficient evidence in my hand to show that the election vote just now is invalid."
"Why?" Hearing this, Kong Xiu couldn't help but frown slightly and asked. (To be continued...)