President, you have a peach blossom robbery

Chapter 89 The Truth
Zhong Xiaoyan shook her hands and didn't bother to pay attention to Li Xiaoyue's affairs, she made such a fuss just to give people some more after-dinner chats, Zhong Xiaoyan didn't care about these.

"A lot of photos have been posted on the forum, so I asked someone to delete them."

Liu Qianyuan looked at the phone angrily. The people who posted the posts were very unprofessional. They often wrote content that attracted the attention of bloggers, and did not tell the facts at all. Most of the content of the posts was very unfavorable to Zhong Xiaoyan, especially There was a post that carefully analyzed Zhong Xiaoyan's outfits, determined her status as a rich second generation, and combined with Li Xiaoyue's remarks, put forward an argument for Zhong Xiaoyan to get out of B University.

This post is very popular, and the following posts are all scolding Zhong Xiaoyan, and are very dissatisfied with her behavior of relying on money to enter B University.

"Just say what you like, they always think they have the truth, that's why they are so arrogant."

Zhong Xiaoyan looked at Liu Qianyuan's cell phone, and didn't care much about those vicious words.

"What truth? Isn't the truth that your father donated money to the school?"

Yu Fengfei looked at Zhong Xiaoyan with some puzzlement. Her understanding of Zhong Xiaoyan was the same as what was written in the post. Could it be that there is some secret hidden in it?
"University B is not so easy to get into. Xiaoyan went through the back door, but it's not what you think."

Liu Qianyuan shook his head, he knew more about Zhong Xiaoyan's matter, but he didn't go into details, he just shook his head for a while, Yu Fengfei shook his head in a daze, not knowing what was going on for a while.

The matter between Zhong Xiaoyan and Li Xiaoyue became more serious than Zhong Xiaoyan expected. A group of idiots wrote to the school demanding to expel Zhong Xiaoyan, and the school had to issue a statement.

Zhong Xiaoyan, a student of the Art Department of our school, is recruited by Naite and meets the school admission qualifications.

The statement was very simple, and then listed a large list of Zhong Xiaoyan's winning information in various painting competitions, as well as the results of the cultural test for special admissions. Although Zhong Xiaoyan's grades were not top-notch, they did meet the admission scores for special admissions.

All the melon-eating crowd saw Zhong Xiaoyan's list of winning records, and their jaws dropped in shock!
"I'll go, you're hiding something, I thought your dad donated a building to the school!"

Yu Fengfei looked at the school's announcement, looked at Zhong Xiaoyan in surprise, and then squinted at Liu Qianyuan, who was very calm at the side.

"Xiaoyan's father is not a person who is willing to send a building to the school, and his company's situation is not good recently, and he probably can't spend so much spare money. At the beginning, he just went to ask for a special recruitment quota. " Liu Qianyuan glanced at Zhong Xiaoyan, and couldn't help but sigh when he thought about Situ Hai's attitude towards her.

Zhong Xiaoyan shook her head and did not participate in this topic. If the original owner's mother hadn't passed away, and Yan Xiuxiu and Situ Qian hadn't come in, her life would have been bright.

Originally, Zhong Xiaoyan was very talented in painting. She participated in many competitions since she was a child, and won countless awards. If there were no such accidents, there would be one more outstanding painter in this world.

Although Zhong Xiaoyan can also paint, her ambition is not there, and her talent in painting is limited.

"Hey, those people slapped their faces this time, everyone heard that the wind is the rain."

Yu Fengfei couldn't help laughing, imagining the picture of those people seeing the school announcement, it must be very interesting to think about it.

Zhong Xiaoyan bought a cup of milk tea and was about to go back to class, but the phone in her pocket rang.

(End of this chapter)