In the afternoon, junior girls sleep in the dormitory.
Ran Qiuran was lying on the yoga mat, checking various work and study information on her mobile phone, while lifting her two big white legs to do waist and abdominal exercises such as pedaling in the air.
A good figure comes from self-discipline and body management. Work and study are always the normal part of life. Ran Qiuran, the involution king, works hard and improves himself in all aspects all the time.
My best friend was sitting upside down on a chair, resting her elbows on the back of the chair, eating a bag of potato chips while watching Ran Qiuran who was exercising and said:
"Sisters, you're still practicing. Let's take a break. We just finished practicing this morning. You can't gain two pounds in one meal."
Ran Qiuran glanced at her, especially at the potato chips in her hand, her throat moved, and she suppressed it.
She used her mobile phone to distract her attention, to see if the video uploaded by dubbing yesterday passed the review, to see how the video revenue was this month, and then said:
"Who had a pimple on his nose last week, howled in the toilet at night and swore he would never touch fried food for two months."
My best friend's hand holding the potato chips shook, she licked the potato chip residue at the corner of her mouth, and said with insufficient confidence: "Shhh... this is called puffed food."
"Oh, you self-deceiving woman."
"Sinai! You venomous Qiuqiu!"
The best friend was so angry that she stretched out her little hand to rub Ran Qiuran's face, but she was grabbed by her backhand when she failed. She retracted the cat's paw angrily, but she couldn't hit her with her hand, so she could only gouge her mouth and said with a grimace:
"Practice! Practice! Practice every day! It won't be cheap for anyone to go after practicing!"
"You don't care, it won't be easy for you anyway."
"Don't sleep too hard at night, wait until I get into your bed."
"The dead girl's address book, please open it."
The girls' dormitory was noisy and noisy every day, and the best friend suddenly remembered and asked:
"Hey, I met in the cafeteria at noon today. The clerk in your department is called...that junior boy named Zhou Baqu."
Ran Qiuran was lying on the yoga mat, holding up her phone to answer messages, when she heard her best friend suddenly mention Zhou Ba Wa, her hands moved, and her eyes suddenly became alert.
"What are you doing?"
"It's okay to ask. He's very cute. Do you have his WeChat account?"
"The Grasshopper smells so scary."
"We just like young puppies, but that's not okay."
"Hey, why are you staring at him? That person is very boring. He is usually dull and doesn't like to talk. He is boring and boring."
Ran Qiuran said that Zhou Bashi was useless.
"How can such a boring person join your external relations department? You have such a disdainful personality that you didn't turn him on?"
The best friend's eyes widened curiously, and she caught the key point with one sentence, leaving Ran Qiuran silent.
"..."
"Good sister, please speak."
"His ability to do things is still good."
"That's it. I like this kind of honest and down-to-earth guy, who has a sense of security. The more you tell me, the more interested I am. Please give me his WeChat account."
The masters compete with each other and press forward step by step.
Ran Qiuran was anxious.
"Why, what have you been saying lately? I miss men. You are looking for a boyfriend. I am a school girl, a second-generation academic, from our school, from a university in this city. Tell me who you have fallen in love with. I am Ran Qiuran."
The network of connections will give you nothing you can’t ask for.”
"Why do I want those? I'll just ask that junior fellow student for his WeChat ID. It's not too much trouble. Just give it to me and it's over."
"no!"
"Why not?"
"I'm doing this for your own good."
"oh……"
The best friend made a long sound in her mouth, raised her eyebrows, glanced at Ran Qiuran, who was pretending to look at her phone, but actually her kicking had slowed down without realizing it. She showed her the screen of her phone and said:
"But he just added me on WeChat?"
Bang! The sound of a cell phone hitting your face.
Ran Qiuran was lying down with her cell phone in front of her. As soon as her best friend spoke her words, she was so frightened that she lost her grip on the cell phone and dropped it, hitting her face hard.
As soon as my nose became sore, the nosebleeds immediately came down.
"Sister, your nose is bleeding..."
"Why did he join you?"
Ran Qiuran didn't even care about the nosebleed on her face. She sat up suddenly and shouted like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
My best friend was startled. She originally just wanted to tease Ran Qiuran, but she didn't expect it to be so bloody and horrifying. She quickly pointed to the sentence sent by Ba Wa on her phone last week.
"He asked me to pay more attention to you recently and be careful..."
Halfway through her words, her best friend suddenly opened her eyes in shock and pointed at Ran Qiuran, who was suffering from a nosebleed.
"Be careful, there will be a bloody disaster."
…
In the evening, half past eight.
Zhou Ba wax went to the office of the External Relations Department for a meeting on time. When he walked to the door of the office, he happened to bump into Ran Qiuran.
Zhou Baqu looked at Ran Qiuran who had stuffed paper in his nose to stop the nosebleed, and suddenly realized, he said with a look of surprise and excitement:
"Sure enough! A bloody disaster!"
Zhou Ba Wa was actually happy that he had guessed the effect of Qi Watching Technique correctly, but his performance, at the moment, was really a bit arrogant.
You're gloating, right? You're happy, right?
Ran Qiuran's teeth were almost broken, but other colleagues from the external relations department were here. She had to maintain the image of a minister, and it was not easy to have an argument with Zhou Bashi here, while still smiling on her face.
Wait a few minutes for the people from the external relations department to arrive and start the meeting.
As the minister, Ran Qiuran talked about the recent tasks.
Isn't it October? In the new school year, freshmen have completed their military training and officially entered the campus. According to the practice of previous years, a welcome party for freshmen will be held.
The orientation party is not complicated, it is just setting up a stage to perform programs in the student activity center. Other departments of the student union are responsible for these, and the main task of their external relations department is to attract sponsorship, manage the expenses of the orientation party, and solve money problems.
Renting a sound stage, giving away small gifts, and performing costumes and props all require money. The school generally does not provide this money. If you want to have fun, you have to rely on student organizations to raise funds.
Making money is what the External Relations Department does.
Ran Qiuran assigned tasks to the officers, mainly communicating with some merchants and exchanging advertising for sponsorship fees or some materials and small gifts.
Missions were assigned one after another, and finally when they arrived at Zhou Bashi, Ran Qiuran didn't even look at him seriously. She lowered her head to reply to the message on her phone and said in a nonchalant manner:
"You can't talk, so I won't assign you separate tasks. Are you okay this weekend? I'll go out with you to meet a sponsor and have a meal."
Zhou Baqu looked at Ran Qiuran, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something. Ran Qiuran naturally noticed it, thinking that he was going to refuse, frowned, and preemptively struck with a strong tone:
"If you have something to do, you have to put it down. You have to spare your weekends. This is the job of the student union, do you understand?"
Ran Qiuran acted like an unreasonable leader, taking advantage of his position and power to make his subordinates work overtime every week and weekend. It was a classic case of workplace bullying.
But Zhou Baqu didn't actually want to say that. He scratched his head and could only speak directly to Minister Ran. He pointed at Ran Qiuran's nose and said:
"I want to say that your nosebleeds again."
"..."
In the office of the External Relations Department, so many officers were watching, and the scene was very embarrassing for a time.
Anyway, that's probably all the affairs of the External Relations Department today.
Some people may be deeply impressed, so deeply that it leaves a psychological shadow, but for Zhou Baqu, he just came to catch a fish and didn't take it seriously at all.
After the meeting, I hurried back to the dormitory late at night, went to bed early and got up early. When I got up the next day, I couldn't wait to start "The World" and play a game.
The magical Stove Lord pendant and Qi-gazing technique have made Zhou Ba wax very addicted to this game.
"When you open your eyes, the sun shines on the corpse, and the earth is another beautiful day full of chaos and strife."
"After sixteen hours of rest and reorganization, you feel energetic and have returned to your peak state. The ambitious future earthly master will start his journey again. I don't know where he will die this time."
Damn it, can you give me a replacement copywriting bag?
Zhou Bawa played the game while cursing it.
"However, after experiencing several death setbacks, you have gained some lessons and experience and become more careful."
"Before setting off this time, your carefulness made you notice some abnormalities in the ruined temple."
"There is a small niche in the ruined temple that is glowing."
Huh? Zhou Baqu looked at these lines of text, and combined with his experience in the opening kill yesterday, he guessed whether this was a necessary process.
He may have to experience death at the beginning, or in other words, he must return to this temple to rest and recuperate for a night before he can trigger the "discovery of the niche" plot?
These are just speculations, and Zhou Baqi cannot verify them. After all, this word game model greatly limits the perspective from which he can observe the secular world.
He can only use fragments of information to piece together the world.
"You walked towards the small luminous niche, did you squat down and observe?"
Zhou Ba Wa chose "yes", and at the same time he was poisoned by this malicious game and developed a paranoia of victimization. I won't be bitten to death by a passing yellow skin in the next second, right?
"Kneel down and look at the small luminous niche."
