Zhang Yuwen smiled and smiled: "I can't answer this question! But I think the players who participated in this competition are all strong in strength. The first prize and the second prize are not big. Tianzhu" novel WwW.』2.3TXT.COM"

Liu Andao: "That is the goodness of Cai Dong's swing! It can be seen that Comrade Cai Dong is still eager to ask for progress after shame! For Zhang Yu! Who is the first prize of the calligraphy group?"

The surrounding people also showed some interesting expressions! To say that Cai Dong is a person, most of the cadres of the Student Union are aware of it.

As the first person in the school's painting circle, Cai Dong is not only the president of the art society, but also often organizes personnel to actively participate in the school's related activities related to art. One of the most representative activities was the successful holding of a painting exhibition organized by members of the art society. At that time, many of the cadres of the student unions were also busy, which made the students of the student union very familiar with Cai Dong.

But now they make them feel weird! Since the beginning of the year, the art society seems to have no mysterious organization of calligraphy society. Because since the graduation of the previous calligraphy president, the calligraphy society is in a state of ignorance. Because no one wants to pick the gird of the community, the calligraphy society soon announced its dissolution. Thinking of this, many people's hearts are even more strange, even the calligraphy community is gone, how can someone go to represent the school to participate in calligraphy competitions.

Is it difficult for the calligraphy society to reorganize its activities? I can't hear myself.

Zhang Yujian everyone looked at himself and could only smile and smiled: "Please! Our school has no one to participate in the calligraphy competition. It is not too ugly, it is my own hard-headed."

"what!"

Everyone in the hall heard this, it was a surprise! It turned out that for a long time, the first prize of this calligraphy group was actually made by Zhang Yuxuan’s arm sleeves. real or fake! The level of calligraphy in Zhang Yu is so powerful that it is even more powerful in the city.

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When everyone is surprised! Liu An suddenly sighed: "It's a pity! Unfortunately!"

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Jiang Yan looked at Liu Andao: "Old Liu! What a pity you have?"

Liu Andao: "I know that the first prize of the calligraphy competition in this competition is so easy to get! I am so good to lead the team, but now I have wasted a good opportunity for this limelight."

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"Go!" Everyone around him erected the **** to Liu An, while his face was not sharpened.

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Cui Dan, the director of the office, smiled and said: "Zhang Yu, I didn't expect your calligraphy level to be so powerful! I knew that you have these two things, and the calligraphy society should be the one to pick you up."

Zhang Yu hasn't spoken yet... Liu An smiled and said: "What is the calligraphy society? We are the vice president of the next president, a small calligraphy society, who can care." Basically speaking Unintentional, the listener is interested. Liu An’s words were exported, and the hall was followed by a strange silence.

As a vice-president, Dong Yu, who has never spoken before, heard this, and the corner of his mouth immediately curled up... Jiang Yan, the deputy director of the office, cleared his throat and reminded him of Liu’s unlocked mouth. Ann. Hairy you! I don’t know if I offend people.

At this time, Liu An also felt that the atmosphere was a little weird. At the same time, a person’s name appeared in his mind, and immediately glanced at Feng Shaohua without control. The face of Feng Shaohua at the moment is really not too good-looking, and my heart is inevitably a bit embarrassing. But at this time, the saying is also said, the argument is meaningless, and can only stop talking. There was a quiet moment in the hall, and no cadres from other student unions were talking, so as not to find Feng Shaohua's unhappiness.

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In the office hall of the Student Union, 66 continued to enter some cadres, but Guo Shaoxian, whom Feng Shaohua wanted to meet most, never appeared.

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Sun Qiang finally came to the student union. After entering the house, he first smiled and Zhang Yu greeted him, and followed him to his side. The two people seemed to be very talkative.

For most of the student union cadres, although Sun Qiang and Zhang Yu led the team to participate in the painting and calligraphy competition yesterday, it seems that the two people just had the contact they had just touched yesterday. It’s hard to be such a day, so familiar, it looks exactly like an old friend. How Sun Qiang said is also a student who is going to graduate in the third grade. It should be said that with the freshman of the first grade, there should be little interest in taking the initiative to contact. But with just one chance, the two can talk like this. It seems that Zhang Yu is not as simple as the surface.

Soon, the cadres of the Student Union came to the office hall.

In addition to the student council chairman Xiao Yu and the study minister Guo Zixian, most of the people were basically at the same time. They only waited for the director of the Academic Affairs Office, Gu Changping, to formally meet.

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A sound of opening the door came! The director of the Academic Affairs Office, Gu Changping, and the president of the Student Union, Xiao Yu, and Guo Zixian, who had a lost face, also had several teachers from the Academic Affairs Office. A large group of people walked into the Student Union’s office hall... The people in the hall rushed to the station. It has expressed respect for Gu Changping.

Gu Changping’s face was a bit gloomy. He nodded to the crowd and said, “Good classmates!”

"Director is good!" Everyone is a homonym.

At the same time, Gu Changping "Well!", waved his hand, and everyone in the Student Union sat back to their position.

Gu Changping did not speak ~lightnovelpub.net~ first swept the crowd with the eyes on the side of the crowd... everyone in the hall felt that the current atmosphere was rather weird. Although I don't know the reason for the problem, I believe that there should be no good things to live for a while.

Feng Shaohua frowned, first looked at Guo Zixian, now he is looking at his lost face, not looking at himself. Just standing there looking straight at the ground, I don't know what I am thinking about now.

Is it hard to be born? Thinking of this, Feng Shaohua’s heart has some feelings of worry.

In this case, the only thing that worried Feng Shaohua was that he designed and framed Zhang Yu’s affairs and was known by Gu Changping. If Guo Zixian sold his own to Gu Changping, what can he do? In fact, from Feng Shaohua's point of view, this is not to believe that Guo Zixian will betray his own. But if the other party does not sell himself, then Guo Zixian now looks like a dead aunt's expression, what does it mean?

Thinking of this, Feng Shaohua feels a little annoyed. Of course, my heart is also constantly calculating, if Gu Changping asked himself about Zhang Yu, how do you explain it! Is it denied? Or face to face? In such a crowded situation, if you admit it, then the blow to your own reputation is a very serious matter.