My personal school belle president

Chapter 323 Enrollment storm!

"Teacher, please help me. This Youth Essay Competition is very important to me."

Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, Lan Yuexiang was so anxious that she almost burst into tears, and begged in a low voice.

The middle-aged woman said impatiently: "I said you little girl doesn't understand human language, right? The submission period is over, and we are very busy now. Come back next time."

"But I..."

The middle-aged woman didn't bother to pay attention, she stood up from her seat, picked up a form and handed it to the assistant next to her, saying: "This is the list of entries, please check it again, and match the number with the work. If there is no problem, please submit it. "

"Understood, Mr. Wang."

The young assistant nodded, glanced at Lan Yuexiang, then turned and left.

The middle-aged woman walked aside and directed the other staff, completely treating Lan Yuexiang as air, and didn't even look at her again.

Lan Yuexiang's eyes were slightly red, she bit her lip, turned and walked out of the art gallery.

Outside the museum, Meng Yutong was chatting with Tong Lele. Seeing Lan Yuexiang walking over with a sad expression, still holding the painting in his hand, Meng Yutong asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Is it in the famous newspaper?"

Lan Yuexiang forced a smile on her lips: "The submission period is over, let's go back."

"ended?"

Tong Lele's eyes widened, and she asked in puzzlement, "Didn't you say it ends at five o'clock? It's only after four o'clock, why can't you sign up?"

Meng Yutong narrowed her eyes slightly: "They won't report it?"

Lan Yuexiang nodded, with tears of grievance in her eyes: "The teacher said that the submission period is over, and the list has just been handed in, and now there is no way to apply again."

"It's over before the time is up, you're cheating us, report again!"

Tong Lele snatched the painting from Lan Yuexiang's hand, and stepped into the museum.

Meng Yutong also followed.

Inside the museum, the middle-aged woman was instructing the staff to arrange matters, and each small box was sealed.

These paintings will be sent to the final judges later, and the top ten works will be selected.

Tong Lele came over, handed the painting in front of the middle-aged woman, and said, "Teacher, please be flexible, there is still more than half an hour before the registration is over, and it won't take you long now."

The middle-aged woman frowned, ignored her, and turned her head to order other staff members.

He ignored me!
Tong Lele is also a straightforward person, grabbed the middle-aged woman's arm, and said crisply: "Didn't you hear me?"

"What are you doing!"

The middle-aged woman shook her arm and shouted angrily.

At this time, Meng Yutong came over and said calmly: "Teacher, I want to know why the submission time is ending now since the organizer stated that it will end at [-] pm. It's too childish."

"Our judges and teachers are already waiting in the conference room, and now the manuscript has reached expectations, so it is also the decision of the superior to end it early."

The middle-aged woman made up a reason.

Just when Meng Yutong said something, another middle-aged man in a gray suit and a more handsome young man entered the hall, and the two came straight here.

"Mr. Wang, is this the end?" the man in the gray suit laughed.

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and immediately walked forward with a smile on her face: "So it's Director Guo, you are..."

"Isn't it for the children. Xiaojun insists on participating in this Youth Essay Contest. No, as parents, we have to worry about everywhere, alas."

Director Guo shook his head and smiled.

The middle-aged woman said in relief: "I see."

As he said that, he looked at the proud young man beside him, and said with a smile, "There are very few young people doing traditional Chinese painting these days, so you will surely achieve something in the future, Mr. Ling."

The corner of the handsome boy's lips twitched, revealing a cold smile.

But when he looked at Lan Yuexiang next to him, his eyes lit up, and his eyes turned a few more times on the other party's delicate face.

"Mr. Wang, looking at this situation, could it be that the submission time is over?"

Director Guo pointed to the busy staff members and asked in confusion.

"Hehe, it's not in the way, it's not in the way. Director Guo, I'll register your information." The middle-aged woman waved her hand, and led Director Guo and the others towards the computer with a smile.

Seeing this scene, Meng Yutong narrowed her beautiful eyes, and her face showed a bit of displeasure.

This woman is also a bit too popular.

Tong Lele was also angry, standing in front of the middle-aged woman, said coldly: "I remember just now you said it was too late to sign up, but why they can sign up but we can't!"

The middle-aged woman said impatiently: "This is a special situation."

"Special to you, uncle! You are a sycophant!"

Tong Lele scolded.

"You...how are you swearing at people!"

The middle-aged woman's face turned dark purple, pointing at Tong Lele, trembling with anger.

Director Guo on the side frowned, glanced at Tong Lele, glanced at the other party's chest intentionally or unintentionally, and said lightly: "This is not a place for you to make trouble, leave immediately!"

"My old lady won't leave! I'm really surprised. It turns out that the so-called Qingwen competitions are all held for those wealthy officials, and ordinary people don't even have the qualifications to enter the competition!"

Tong Lele intentionally turned up her voice so loudly that almost half of the people in the hall could hear it, and they all looked sideways for a moment.

"Don't slander me!"

The middle-aged woman's eyelids twitched.

"Isn't it obvious to slander or not? We came to sign up, and you gave a lot of reasons. And this thing Director Guo is here, you are licking his feet like a dog, and you are praised by a flatterer!"

Tong Lele rolled her eyes.

"you……"

The middle-aged woman choked, looking at the people slowly gathering around her, hesitated for a few seconds, then stretched out her hand: "Bring the painting!"

Tong Lele snorted coldly and handed the painting to her.

The middle-aged woman unfolded the painting, frowned and looked at it for less than three seconds, then waved and threw the painting on the ground: "What is this painting! Could it be that even a primary school student's painting can be entered in our Qingwen competition?"

No one expected this scene.

Hearing the middle-aged woman's cynicism and looking at the painting thrown on the ground, Lan Yuexiang's crystal clear tears swirled in the eyes of ink.

"pick it up!"

Meng Yutong's pretty face turned completely cold.

The middle-aged woman glanced at her, ignored her, walked around the desk, and stepped on the painting, whether it was intentional or not.

A black shoe print was immediately clearly printed on the white rice paper.

"Your uncle!"

Seeing this scene, Tong Lele was furious, and regardless of whether she was a lady or not, she flew up and kicked the woman's ass hard!

"Oh!"

The unsuspecting middle-aged woman was directly kicked by a piece of shit, and with a bang, she and the table all fell to the ground.

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[ps: Thanks to 'Time Lovers' '1878014343' for the reward, okay, thank you,,]

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