Chapter 18

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date="2021-04-25"

title="Chapter 18"

weight="128295"

series = ["Reborn as the Villain President’s Cat & Dog"]

mode = "manual"

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"say something! Are you too guilty to speak?! I'm telling you, you and Zhuo ran will meet the day after tomorrow, and I'll go, too. Zhuo ran has promised me, but I'd like to see what kind of flower you can talk about. "

"I can't talk about any flowers, just discuss the signing with Zhuo ran, and you can come if you want."

"are you really going to let your brother sign Zhaoyang? Oh, my God, Zhuo ran even dared to promise you. He was not afraid that a brother like you would get upset and tear down his company. "

"then don't worry, if I'm upset, the first one to dismantle is not Zhuo ran's company, but you!"

Muziang:.

He's so innocent, okay?! What does this have to do with him? he is not the boss of Zhaoyang!

"then I'll take a good look at the day after tomorrow to see if your precious brother is worth signing. In case he is a wooden beauty, he will lose money even if he signs it. He might as well not sign it at all."

"you don't mind a piece of rotten wood like you. Can anyone lose more money than you?" The priest said calmly, "you'd better worry about yourself. I'm the only one who won't go the day after tomorrow."

"you are the rotten wood! Why didn't he come? The shelf is so big. "

"there is no need for him to come. I made a deal with Zhuo ran. I wish he would come when he signed."

Muziang was almost speechless. "I don't think he needs to sign it. You can sign it on your behalf. Why don't you just be his agent?" Or open a special studio for him. "

"how do you know he didn't? When he comes to the end of the year and is sure that he is not on a whim and really wants to develop in this circle, then I will open a studio for him and hang it under the name of Zhaoyang. "

Muziang:.

Mu Ziang didn't want to talk to this kind of brother. He was too tired. The younger brother was too fine. The mother of the chicken was not as good as him in protecting her cubs.

But, "will your brother do it? He made up with you? "

"mm-hmm."

"really? Don't just be moved by your own wishful thinking. In the end, he is not only ungrateful but also thinks that you are in charge of him. " Muziang has seen this kind of thing too many times. When I was in college, Si Junduo, it was simply that I had turned my heart to the ditch, no matter what he did or how much he did, Wen Mingyi just didn't see it. I wish there was no such person in front of me.

Mu Zi Ang once felt that the most tenacious person in the world was his good friend Si Junduo, not his own brother, but his neighbor's younger brother. He was able to dig his heart out like that, almost as if he had been tricked by Wen Mingyi.

"of course it's true," Si Junduo interrupted his thoughts. "it was just his rebellious adolescence, but now that puberty is over, it will be all right. All right, I won't tell you. I'm going to drive. "

"well, then pay attention to your safety."

"Don't worry, who can fall on a bike like you? do your fans know that their male god can't ride a bike?"

"shut up!" Mu Ziang was so angry that he hung up the phone and said, "what's the big deal about riding a bike? so many people all over the country can, but it's great if they can't ride it. Don't you think, Xiao Wang?"

Little Wang, the assistant, nodded hurriedly and agreed, "Yes, I can't ride a bike. What's the big deal about those who can ride a bike? the scarcity of things is the most precious thing for those of us who can't ride a bike."

"Don't add the last sentence next time," Mu Ziang patted him on the shoulder, his eyes full of sympathy. "how heartless."

Little Wang:.

Life is not easy, Little Wang sighs.

Wen Mingyi, who had no idea that his brother not only knew Muziang but also spoke to him on the phone, had also arrived in the classroom. He walked very fast all the way, wearing a hat and mask, but he was not recognized. Wen Mingyi entered the classroom, took off his hat and mask, and the next second he heard the girls in the class scream. He smiled helplessly at everyone, and then went to the empty seat next to Zhang Heng in the last row.

The girls immediately gathered around and chattered.

"Wen Mingyi, are you here for a simple class this time? Isn't there something going on? "

"Wen Mingyi, I am your fan. I watch every game of your game!"

"Brother, here are the notes I sorted out for you this semester. I hope it will be useful to you."

……

Obviously, these are straightforward and passionate.

"Wen Mingyi, can you give me your autograph? My friend likes you very much. "

"this is the doll my friend made for you. Please take it."

"my friend asked me to ask you, what are you going to do next? Did any company sign you? Whether or not to shoot after that. "

……

It is also obvious that these are implicit and introverted and make friends out of nothing.

Wen Mingyi looked at the students who were a little crowded in front of them, but the order was still there. "come one by one," said Wen Mingyi calmly. Autographs are fine. Put them on my desk. Everyone signs one. I can't accept the doll and countersign the company, but I haven't decided where to sign it yet. "

He answered those innocuous questions without the slightest worry that the students in the class would turn around and post them on the Internet. Anyway, they were all platitudes, and there was no difference in saying or not.

Suddenly, someone asked, "Wen Mingyi, can I start a live broadcast?" Will you? "

"forget it." Wen Mingyi refused, "I came back to class is a simple class, if you live, people should think I am a show, this is no fun."

Hearing the speech, the girl hurriedly put down her phone and apologized: "Sorry, I didn't think of that."

"nothing." Wen Mingyi doesn't mind.

Not far away, the three people with Sun Xu as the center are looking at this side with a cold eye.

"it is really a big star, ah, usually do not appear, this appearance, all the girls in the class gathered around, I thought our regiment secretary is a very aloof person, did not expect to chase stars ah." Wu Peng held his head on one hand and made sarcastic remarks.

Sun Xu snorted with dissatisfaction, "what a big star he is, just a show star!" If he is really popular, how can he have time to go back to school? only a fool has no activities and no screenshots, and he has to go back to school. If he doesn't even get into the 18-line thing, he's just deceiving the girls in the class who don't know anything. "

Wu Peng and Li Gang smelled the speech and took a look at Sun Xu. "isn't he the first in their competition?" First of all, isn't it popular? "

"with so many draft shows these days, everyone can still be popular. Besides, didn't you see the hot search yesterday? the second to fifth place in their competition made their debut, and there was no him in all the manuscripts, so now people are attending activities, and he goes back to school. Isn't that abandoned? Otherwise he can come back to class obediently? "

"so is it." Wu Peng agreed, "but it's not so easy to go back to school. He thought the school was his home. He came and left as soon as he could. Everyone came to school to study, but unlike a young man like him, he was just plated with gold to make his academic qualifications look better."

"Young master, it's good to be able to come to school, but it doesn't matter whether the study is good or not. When the four years of college are over, as soon as you get your diploma, you will also graduate from institutions of higher learning across the country, and no one can praise a word of talent."

"Yes, you can also sell high achiever's settings by the way, so you can get more with one stone."

Sun Xu giggled. "he can't take all the benefits. We'll see."

No sooner had his voice fallen than the bell rang. Everyone hurriedly turned to get ready to go back to their seats, only to find that the professional teacher had come and stood on the podium looking at them with a smile. Everyone was guilty and immediately sat down quietly, waiting for the teacher to teach.

The teacher who took their professional course was a female teacher named Song Yun, who was nearly thirty years old. She was very beautiful and gave a neat lecture, so all the students in the class liked her very much.

Song Yun watched the students in the class sit up in an orderly manner, looked at the girls who had obviously dressed up, and said with a smile, "it's rare that everyone arrived early today, and no one skipped class, and the girls were even more beautiful one by one. I'd be happy if everyone could do this every day."

The students in the class who skipped class:.

When she finished, she looked at Wen Mingyi, who was sitting in the last row. Wen Mingyi smiled at her. Her already beautiful eyebrows were like peach blossoms. Song Yun looked at his clever smile and felt pleasing to the eye and her heart looked like this. No wonder she wanted to be a star. She was born with favorable conditions, and she thought it a pity not to be a star.

So she smiled at Wen Mingyi and was ready to start the class.

But before class, there is one more thing to do. Song Yun looked at the students under the podium and gently said, "Last class we learned a lot of proper nouns. As I said, this class will take an exam, so now, let's take a spot check."

Hearing the speech, the students immediately wailed. Noun interpretation is something for students to say what you already know in words that are not human, so most students don't like to recite nouns. The explanations of the terms in the journalism department are many and difficult, and the students already feel miserable. In addition, Song Yun has to conduct spot checks from time to time and ask people to take dictation on the blackboard, which is even more frightening. It is simply a large-scale public execution scene.

The students shouted next time, but not today.

Song Yun smiled and shook her head. "No, oh, I'll give you a minute to prepare, and I'll start the clock."

Everyone immediately opened their books or notes and began to read the explanations of the nouns that they were asked to recite in the class.

Wen Mingyi also picked up the sorted notes sent to him by his classmates before, and was going to have a look. He was looking at him when he suddenly felt that someone was looking at him. As soon as he looked up, he looked into Sun Xu's eyes, but then he saw Sun Xu turn his head contemptuously.

Wen Mingyi:. Who the fuck is this? Does he know this guy?

Wen Mingyi touched Zhang Heng, and Zhang Heng was still busy taking one last look at the noun explanation, without looking up, "wait a minute, let me have one last look. Mr. Song will definitely not slap you, but she may spank me!"

Wen Mingyi did not bother him any more, but just leaned over to have a look at the nouns he was looking at. They were all memorized by him, so it was not difficult. He patted Zhang Heng on the shoulder and encouraged him to say, "come on."

Zhang Heng nodded his head and continued to carry it silently.

"time is up!" Song Yun said in a loud voice, "now start dictation. Students whose student numbers end with numbers 2 and 3, take dictation on the blackboard."

There are only more than 30 people in their class, and the two numbers add up to only seven. Those who were drawn sighed and walked reluctantly to the podium, picked up a marker and made a writing gesture.

Song Yun dictated three times and corrected them on the spot. Students who made mistakes should explain and copy the correct nouns twenty times. The students on the podium are afraid that they have made a mistake, and the students under the podium are afraid that they will be drawn in the next round. Everyone was worried and prayed silently in their hearts.

Song Yun finished correcting it quickly. She asked the study committee to write down the names of the wrong people and reminded them to copy them twenty times after class and check them next class. The wrong student wilted off the podium, and the right student breathed a sigh of relief and felt alive again!

Song Yun drew a round and began to draw the second round, this time she drew students with student numbers ending with 1 and 7. Wen Mingyi as the highest score in the college entrance examination in the school, the student number happens to be 01, so he stood up naturally.

Song Yun looked at it and said hurriedly, "students Wen Mingyi can take dictation without going to the blackboard. You can just do it in your seat."

Wen Mingyi heard the speech, said, "Thank you, teacher" and sat down again.

But as soon as he sat down, he heard a male voice from the class, "Why?" Mr. Song, why doesn't Wen Mingyi use dictation? does he have any privileges? "