Outside the 202 classroom of the School of Architecture.
Guan Lang put on his backpack and stepped out of the door, when he heard several heroic shouts, from men and women.
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Guan Lang looked at the group of people approaching and surrounding him with a confused face. What was he going to do?
Although he looks better, he won't be so coveted by others that he would form a team to rob civilian men in broad daylight, right?
Guan Lang murmured in his heart, who are these students? They don't look like people from the School of Architecture, they are all unfamiliar faces.
"President, look, is it him? It looks different from the photo you gave me!" A boy shouted to the girl who was leaning against the wall and playing with her mobile phone.
Only then did Guan Lang notice her, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Oh, it turned out to be her. I didn't expect that she would find her college.
The girl is An Xiaqing, the current president of the hand-painting club he visited with Tang Tang during the cultural festival, which is also the club he joined in his freshman year.
It seems that An Xiaqing went to sort out the club documents from the past two to three years, and then dug out this zombie member who had only been a member for a few months.
But is it necessary to go to such great lengths to find him?
But Guan Lang didn't know how surprised An Xiaqing was to discover that there was such a peerless master like him in the hand-painting club.
Since the older group of members of the current hand-painting club left, there are only two or three original sophomore officers left including her, and the rest are all newcomers who have just joined the club. No one can control the situation, especially
It is particularly embarrassing when Tiannan University holds a student art exhibition. Other art clubs have numerous talents and masterpieces. Only their hand-painting club has a reputation, but they can't produce any eye-catching works.
In this situation, Guan Lang is simply a savior who comes from heaven, and An Xiaqing will naturally not let such a life-saving straw slip away.
"Hello, Mr. Guan, we meet again. Do you still remember me?" The crowd dispersed, and An Xiaqing approached and greeted with a smile.
"President An, do you have anything to do with me? If not, I'm going to the cafeteria to have dinner." Guan Lang raised his wrist and looked at his watch, indicating that the other party had something to say quickly.
Many of his classmates have noticed this and are gossiping among themselves.
Guan Lang could guess what they were probably teasing without even listening.
A beautiful girl with good looks led a group of people to surround Guanlang. If you think about it, there are countless plots of love and hatred that can be unfolded. People who eat melons like to arrange stories about handsome men and beautiful women the most.
"Senior, aren't you tired of eating in the cafeteria? Why don't I treat you to an off-campus restaurant for lunch." An Xiaqing would not be thrown away by Guan Lang.
In fact, she had already made full determination before she came. She must bring General Guan Lang back to the big family of the hand-painting club, and she vowed not to return Loulan until she broke her!
"No merit will be rewarded, but lunch will be waived. If you have anything to say, just say it directly?" Guan Lang is well versed in the principle of being soft-spoken and did not take advantage of such a small advantage. There were clearly two square words written on the other person's face.
Big letters: Trouble.
"Don't be so outspoken. We are all part of the hand-painting club." An Xiaqing smiled.
"Wait, you are, but I am not." Guan Lang shook his head and quickly got rid of the relationship.
"Senior Guan, you haven't submitted an application to withdraw from the club, so theoretically, you are still mine." An Xia Qing said righteously.
"Then is it still too late for me to submit now?" Guan Lang said with a dry smile.
"Not allowed." An Xiaqing crossed his hands in front of him and said mischievously.
She has decided to shamelessly keep the other person here. If she makes trouble unreasonably, then she can make trouble unreasonably. Anyway, cute girls always have the privilege of being willful.
What's more, she is also the president of the hand-drawing club after all. She is the eldest sister who sleeps in the lap of a beauty and wakes up to take control of the club.
Well, just be tougher.
If you say it won't be passed, it won't be passed.
An Xiaqing couldn't help but praise her domineering attitude in her heart.
"Then I'll complain to the Federation of Socialist Associations." Guan Lang nodded expressionlessly.
"Don't! Don't." An Xiaqing quickly hugged Guan Lang's little arm. "If you have anything to say, let's talk it over. We will handle the internal affairs of our club ourselves, okay? We won't alert the Federation of Societies?"
An Xiaqing felt aggrieved. They, a group of "newbies", could not get sponsorship. They were already scrambling for funding. If they left a negative record with the Federation of Social Clubs and affected the distribution of school club funds, it would be all over. She didn't want to lose it.
As the president, this was the first time she had managed others since she was a child, and she cherished it very much.
"You go, I don't have time to play club games with you recently." Guan Lang sighed.
He is not interested at all in joining a new-level painting club. Is it interesting for him to return to the Novice Village with a level 100 account to show off to a group of level 10 newcomers?
It seems to be true. However, this is not a question of whether it is interesting or not, but a waste of time. He is already a junior in college. He will be a senior next semester and still participate in club activities. It is really putting the cart before the horse. Club activities are basically
Freshman and sophomore students are active among them.
"You really don't want to think about it, there are many cute girls in our club." An Xiaqing dismissed the members and said seductively in a devilish tone.
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"Do you think I am someone who can't find a girlfriend?" Guan Lang pondered for half a second and asked softly.
An Xiaqing's eyes lingered on Guan Lang's ridiculously handsome face for a few seconds, a blush rose on his face, and he shook his head honestly.
This guy is really good-looking. He seems much more handsome than the last time I saw him. Even the male stars on TV don't have the temperament he has.
However, what's the use of being handsome? A dog who doesn't belong to their hand-drawing club is not a good dog.
Staring at Guan Lang's figure walking further and further away, An Xiaqing not only was not deterred by Guan Lang's unwillingness to give in, but became even more determined.
We must bring the senior back to the hand-drawing club. With him here, it is estimated that the enthusiasm of the girls in the whole club for organizing activities and learning will explode by 300%!
Moreover, in the Hundred Regiment War in the next semester for new recruits, their club can also rely on this top school grass to defeat the others and recruit a large number of new students in one fell swoop. The club's funds have increased, sponsorships have continued, and the club has grown like a snowball.
Then she is the most wise and powerful president in the history of the hand-drawing club.
After swallowing, An Xiaqing woke up from the beautiful fantasy in her mind and made a whooshing sound from the corner of her mouth to cheer herself up.
Even though Guan Lang has a heart of steel, she is still confident that she can use her tenderness to soften this stubborn old man.
Yes, in An Xiaqing's heart, Guan Lang's image has become that of a little old man who doesn't know how to live well. Otherwise, how could he explain that she was indifferent to the invitation of such a beautiful woman?
This is simply incredible!
She didn't believe that she was not attractive enough.
The first important thing as a beautiful girl is not to waver in your own charm. Only by conquering yourself can you conquer others.