soon.

Gwen directly arranged the badges, posters, and banners needed for the campaign.

Kahn went to find a manufacturer that could expeditiously print badges.

Cindy's Sisterhood has always loved to host events, posters and banners, as well as related resources.

even……

Gwen also brought Betty from the radio station.

Betty nodded and looked at Locke: "Of course there is no problem. I arrange for students to write manuscripts."

talking.

Betty looked at Gwen: "Why don't you arrange for Locke to be interviewed by the campus TV station, and come directly to a follow-up interview. We have all the materials, and at most, we will shoot some tidbits during the two-month competition."

Gwen nodded. "Of course."

Locke was beside him, watching Gwen, who was resolutely and resolutely, completely transformed into a campaign manager, and opened his mouth to arrange him clearly.

He had an illusion.

It seems that his campaign for the president of the student administration committee, Gwen, is more active than he is.

The Good Wife?

Locke blinked.

It’s almost the lunch break and it’s not over yet. The news that Locke wants to run for this year’s student council president has spread like wildfire. The popularity of Locke’s imagination has been pressed directly to today’s school day, and the topic has been put on the top in an instant. It's number one on the hot search list today.

After half an hour.

The captain of the eleventh grade football team, Sam Malik, and the dark-skinned Nina Bell also learned that there was a third player in the game for the chairmanship.

and.

He's still the most handsome player in history.

In the afternoon, the school board directly found Locke's campaign manager after learning that Locke was planning to run for election and compete for the student council president.

"What did you say?"

Locke looked at Gwen with some wonder: "Have you provided us with sponsorship funds?"

Gwen nodded: "And, it's the most ever, a full 10,000 special campaign funds."

That was unprecedented.

In the past, the campus board of directors would personally go out to provide financial sponsorship to the candidates they fancy, but, at most, it looks like three or four thousand. If the rest is not enough, you need to pay for it yourself.

Again.

Election, in fact, is a kind of money-burning activity, but the money-burning ratio of the student council president election is not as large as that of the president.

Gwen nodded and said: "It seems that the board of directors is full of confidence in you, and simply filled up the amount of campaign funds."

After all, it is a campus election. If it turns into a money-burning war, it will be too fruitless. Therefore, every election of the president will control the funds for the election to 10,000 dollars.

If the funds are exceeded, even if the election is successful, objections can be raised. Once the audit finds that the funds are exceeded, they will be impeached and removed from office.

Gwen said: "Also, we don't need to bother about opening an account. The campaign funds account has already been opened. As long as we get back the twelve trophies of the College Union Comprehensive Knowledge Contest within two months, then, All expenses are directly contracted by the school board."

No one hates more than the school board, and the president of the student council is not an intellectual student.

pity……

In the past, knowledge-based candidates had enough knowledge, but in other places, they stretched their hips too much. They barely even reached the stage of the campaign speech, and the approval rate fell directly to the freezing point.

at the moment?

The turnaround has finally come.

Rock Broughton, born in Texas, has not participated in any sports activities and clubs at school, but he has the title and honorary certificate of the young generation of Texas cowboys.

Not to mention knowledge, last year, just after transferring to Midtown University, I went directly to Maine for the school and got back the trophy of the National College Chemistry Contest.

Appearance, needless to say, on the first day of admission, he was listed on the list of male gods, and then, at a record-breaking speed, he defeated quarterback Sam Malik and became the number one male **** in Midtown High School.

Facts have proved that even the most popular quarterback is hard to match, just to a certain extent.

Therefore, if the school board of directors is not concerned about their status, I am afraid they will raise their glasses to celebrate.

This wave has stabilized.

There needs to be sports, knowledge, and looks. Frankly speaking, even the school board thinks that if Locke goes to participate in the election of members, I am afraid that there is no reason to lose.

A school manager tutted: "It would be nice if the skin tone was a little darker."

The other school directors were slightly taken aback, and quickly pulled a school director from Texas who started with oil: "Calm down, calm down!"

The Texas school trustee growled: "Damn, the skin is a little darker, you think, our highest cowboy honor in Texas will be awarded to a slave... woohoo!"

"careful."

"calm down!"

"We don't discriminate in any way."

The other school directors closed their doors, closed the windows, covered their mouths, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. Fortunately, none of their school directors had dark skin, otherwise, it would be bad.

Speaking of skin tone.

Gwen also talked about it to Locke: "Sam Malik is just leading the football team to the final game, and it's the first year, as long as he doesn't win the championship, the threat is not big, but this Nina Bell, in fact, the threat to you is quite big."

Locke looked at the information Gwen took out of the backpack: "Did you go to George?"

is it necessary.

It's just a campus election, and this begins to directly recruit outside the market.

Locke shook his head: "There's no need to look for George."

If you can't win a campus election, the **** knows, will George think Locke can't.

Moreover, even if he wins, George is estimated to be proud of the information he provided.

Gwen blinked: "What George, it was taken from the archives and copied out. For student materials, the archives have a copy."

Locke smiled: "Really?"

received data.

Locke flipped through it.

after awhile.

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked at Gwen: "You said she has a girlfriend?"

Gwen nodded.

Ok.

This is a tough stubble.

And it's still a BUFF, full of hard stubble.

Nina Bell is a female, dark-skinned, and not from the Commonwealth, but, six years ago, followed her parents and entered the Commonwealth as a refugee, living in a dark-skinned community in Queens.

Then……

I followed my parents to participate in the anti-discrimination demonstrations in 2002 and 2003. During my school days, I participated in a vegetarian club, a small animal protection club, and even when I became the vice president of the student union, all the disposable tableware in the campus cafeteria disappeared. , The reason is that disposable tableware is not environmentally friendly.

Walter? Fake!

What the **** is this?

Gender: Female.

Love women.

Black-skinned refugees.

vegetarian.

Small animal protector.

Environmental advocates.

If this special meow is adding a depression to her because she was transgender when she was a child, then the collection is full of BUFF.

Locke looked up at Gwen: "So, that's what you said, a little bit difficult?"

Is this a little difficult?

It's a million dots.

Locke thought that he already had three bombs in his hand, and that the referee had left the field himself.

The results of it?

This Nina Bell is holding a smoky Wang Bang.

How does this play?

or……

make her disappear?

Locke squinted his eyes. He couldn't possibly break the luck of his undefeated golden body. Once it was destroyed, there would be endless troubles. If he didn't say that he knew before the election, he would hesitate to participate.

at the moment?

Locke thought about it for a while and felt that it would be better to let her disappear as soon as possible, make moves directly off the field, or break her legs and let her go to the hospital to lie down.

otherwise……

Gwen looked at Locke: "Are you afraid?"

Locke came back to his senses and looked at Gwen: "Afraid? How is it possible?"

Gwen smiled and said, "That's fine. We also have advantages. At least, the school newspaper, radio station, and campus TV station are all with us, and the advantage is with us."

Locke was silent for a while: "Can you not say that the advantage is ours?"

Hearing this now, it sounds more like a flag.

"It's not like you."

"Yes?"

"Ok."

Gwen nodded, there seemed to be little stars in his eyes: "I know Locke, but on the Poseidon, he is not afraid at all, he will protect me, and he can even fight against sharks in the sea."

Locke smiled.

That's because he has foreign...

etc.

I have a plug-in!

Locke raised his eyebrows, whoever blocked my way would end up dead.

What if the buff is full?

As soon as I hang up, if I lose, then I can find a piece of tofu and kill myself.

"Ok."

Locke laughed haha, looked at Gwen, and nodded seriously: "Yes, the advantage is ours."

What if this Nina Bell buff is full?

Now is 2005, not 15 years.

Gwen leaned closer, kissed Locke, and put the information back in her backpack. After all, she took it out quietly through her relationship and couldn't be discovered by others: "Let's go."

"Where?"

"Cindy has a sister, and the sister's sister's boyfriend is a photographer for many celebrities in Hollywood. He happened to be on vacation in New York. Let's take a few photos and use them for publicity."

"..."

Cindy's sister, sister's sister's boyfriend?

This relationship...

Gwen said with a smile, "Look, the advantage is on our side."

Can the average college campaign photographer get a photographer from many Hollywood stars to help?

nonexistent.

After half an hour.

Gwen hurried home and opened the door: "Mom, have I washed my last dress?"

Helen, who was in the kitchen, said, "In your room..."

Before he finished speaking, Gwen just said thank you, and then ran upstairs.

after awhile.

Gwen carried the bag, went downstairs, and said to Helen in the kitchen~lightnovelpub.net~ and George in the living room, "I'm going to take pictures with Locke, and I'll be back later."

"puff!"

In the living room, George directly spit out a mouthful of water.

Helen also came out of the kitchen.

George got up, as if he hadn't heard it just now, and looked at Helen: "What did Gwen say, take a picture? With Locke? What picture??"

damn it.

I have a gun.

I bought it some time ago, what about the gun I'm going to go hunting this weekend?

There is prey.

Where's my gun?

...

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