The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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The entire event was organized by the Student Union, the tickets were distributed by the Student Union, and they were also responsible for counting the votes at the end. Chu Shaoze smiled faintly: "Let's see how classmate Ao can find out something out of nothing." "Are you scared?" Chu Shaoze's smile became brighter: "What am I afraid of?" He turned his head to look at Gu Weimian, "Are you scared?" Gu Weimian also laughed, "I really didn't know that Young Master Ao Qijun was so bothered by the t...
The entire event was organized by the Student Union, the tickets were distributed by the Student Union, and they were also responsible for counting the votes at the end.
No matter what Gu Weimian wanted to do, he couldn't get around them.
They wanted to step forward to argue, but were stopped by Chu Shaoze.
Chu Shaoze smiled faintly: "Let's see how classmate Ao can find out something out of nothing."
"Are you scared?"
Chu Shaoze's smile became brighter: "What am I afraid of?"
He turned his head to look at Gu Weimian, "Are you scared?"
Gu Weimian also laughed, "I really didn't know that Young Master Ao Qijun was so bothered by the title of goddess and god. In fact, if you want it, just say it. It's not a big deal, but it's embarrassing to cause so many problems.
Ao Qijun snorted softly.
Show off.
Jiang Yunting on the side frowned tightly.
Doing something just to get the title of number one goddess?
He always felt that Gu Weimian was unlikely to do such a thing.
"Ajun." He pulled Ao Qijun aside, "There's no need to make such a fuss, right? You're not someone who cares about this kind of title."
In fact, none of them really like this kind of thing.
Ao Qijun frowned slightly: "I promised Siyu."
Promise to help her get the title of number one goddess.
Ao Qijun's brows were solemn: "Besides, I hate this kind of sinister tactics the most!"
Jiang Yunting pursed his lips and said, "I don't think Gu Weimian cares much about this..."
"You don't care?" Ao Qijun raised his lips, his eyes cold, "If you don't care, then during last year's selection, she deliberately gave Siyu a cold so that Siyu couldn't show up on the day of the vote?"
Jiang Yunting was stunned for a moment.
This time last year... Gu Siyu was very ill. When they went to see her, they learned from the servants that it was raining heavily that day and Gu Weimian was playing outside and didn't go home. In order to go find Gu Weimian, Gu Siyu got caught in the rain and fell ill.
Gu Weimian just got home on the day they went to see Siyu.
At that time, it was already past six in the morning.
At that time, his impression of Gu Weimian was extremely bad.
I feel that this woman is completely useless. A girl who just stays out all night without any reason and even makes Gu Siyu sick.
But now go and see...
She doesn't like going home, and there is a reason for that...
Moreover, during this period of time, he had a strange confidence in what Gu Weimian had done... Ao Qijun was afraid that he would not get anything good in Gu Weimian's hands.
By then, Ao Qijun's prestige in Dechang will be greatly affected by this incident.
While Jiang Yunting was distracted, Ao Qijun had already taken his hand away and walked back to Gu Siyu's side.
Jiang Yunting looked at Ao Qijun and Gu Siyu standing together, with an expression that he was supporting Gu Siyu. He pursed his lips and finally said nothing.
His gaze turned to the woman not far away.
It was a rare moment for her to stay awake. She was looking down at her phone, her fingers moving rapidly on the phone's keyboard. Was she... sending a text message?
I have just posted one post, but it is not over yet...
His face suddenly turned gloomy.
Even at such a tense moment, she still had the mind to chat!
What on earth is he worrying about here!
People don’t even worry about it!
Gu Weimian felt as if someone was looking at her. She frowned and raised her head.
Nothing unusual was found.
She pinched her brows and lowered her head again. On the screen was a message she had sent to the editor-in-chief of the magazine: 【I might be late, is half an hour later ok? 】