He is His Excellency Zhi Li

64. First grade

The student union of Shengjie School exists with absolute power and manages student activities, various societies, and daily affairs. It not only has dedicated independent floors and closely linked departments, but as a member of the student union, it will receive preferential treatment in all aspects. . Even if the entry threshold is high, there are a lot of applications for membership. Freshmen in the first grade will not be eligible to apply until the second half of the semester, so these days the whole first grade has set off a wave of membership.

After a multi-semester renovation, the base was almost changed. Thanks to Ying Xiujie who robbed the army everywhere and saw good things elsewhere, he moved here. The originally empty school building was like a luxurious suite. The manager lay on the sofa at the stronghold with his eyes closed and relaxed, with one hand hanging to his side and the other hand resting on his eyes to block the light. Su Youyan barefooted his legs and read a book in the corner of the sofa, Zhou Xin closed his mouth and murmured to read the recipe, while the public servant was sitting on the boss chair and watching the BL animation. Ying Xiujie took off his shirt and punched a sandbag. A new actress from a actress smirked. The whole school building fell lazily. It was ridiculous. A group of scums, Cobb half-opened his eyes and spit in his heart, but what was he doing who spit others? Lying on a hammock under a fake tree, with Coke and snacks next to it, holding a PSP to play games, one leg was hanging down and dangling.

The yamen was pushed away and walked in. An African indigenous man, with long hair tying it up, and a computer under his arm. With this computer, he would know who was coming. Gongzhu pinched his nose: "Zhang Luo, how long have you not taken a bath?"

"Just one month."

Cobb sucked Coca-Cola: "What? This dress is intended to develop in Africa?"

"Art requires sacrifice. I didn't say this. According to my reliable information, this month the Student Union will check various communities, and those who do not meet the requirements will be replaced." After finishing Zhang Luo, a group of people were still busy. Cobb tightened his eyebrows and looked at the PSP: "I haven't seen the equipment for so long."

"Would you like me to take a picture of how you are now? The first one to be erased is us, in other words, this school building can't be kept."

Yun Yingxiu stopped and said angrily, "Why? This is what we robbed hard. If the students would dare to move, dig their ancestor's grave."

"The Student Union is no different than the Taekwondo Club. It is hard to come by, but we are the ones who suffer." Zhang Luo's analysis is correct. No matter how good these eight people are, they are only freshmen in the first grade, no matter who they are. In terms of power, power, and potential, students who want to challenge the hugeness will fight fires like moths. Cobb continued to play the game without any nervousness: "Isn't this a kid's word? It depends on the owner to fight dogs, even if the students will never be troubled by the club where the principal's daughter belongs."

"Cobb, don't you have a nice analogy?" Chu Haoyu continued dissatisfied: "It's also uncertain, the principal originally hated the children's words and being bad with you, plus the principal had a trouble last year. Well, he must hate you all. "Chu Haoyu's words were so hard to hear that he hadn't included himself.

"Send a spy to the student union."

"It's a bit difficult. The condition for entering the student union is that you must be within the top 15 in your class. You must also have a good overall quality. This is the basic condition. You meet the mirror, who meets the requirements."

Everyone's eyes moved to the two on the sofa, paused for a few seconds, and then shook their heads, forcing them to do things they didn't like. The consequences would be very serious. The public servant laughed, and he always healed the smile: "Do n’t Thinking too much, it's natural for the boat to reach the bridge, it's time for dinner. "

"That's right."

"I'm hungry too."

我 "I'll go back to the bedroom to take a shower first, and help me order some good food."

This group of people has no sense of worry at all. Su Youyan closed the book and stared at Cobb, "You wake up the manager."

"why me."

"Otherwise your existence is worth more."

"Is the value of my existence just because of management?" Cobb jumped from the hammock and retorted angrily.

"Isn't that enough?"

A word from Su Youyan made Cobb unable to return his mouth, unable to say the unintended answer, and hesitated his lips until everyone left. Cobb squatted in front of the sofa with his hand on his chin, watching the sleeping face like a child, his body With his breath slightly fluctuating and he fell asleep, Cobb slid his fingers over the support face and held it on his lips. Cobb pouted. The strange impulse controlled the brain. The closer he got, the more his lips touched the support. At the ear of the manager, the voice was so soft that he couldn't hear: "Hey ~ branch?"

"Branch? Really asleep?" Cobb reassured to be close again, almost to the distance of kissing the branch. He liked touching the branch more than he thought. Two kinds of heartbeats, two feelings. When I touched myself, my heart couldn't stop shaking, and the surging force was like suffocation at all times. When I touched the support, I was quiet and calm and attached to it. Cobb used to think the world was flawed, cruel and precarious, even now he still thinks so. But, however, his hand rested on the supporter's chest: "You are the best part of the world in my eyes, but sometimes my temper is too bad and I am always playing tricks on me, knowing what I know is pretending not to know, I still kept a lot of things from me. I owed me five or five. I didn't make any progress in drawing. I always perfunctory things. I'm too disagreeable with you. It's horrible. " Too much talk, Cobb paused: "Branch, branch, branch, branch, branch, I love you."

"I heard." Zhili blocked his eyes and took the hand away. The sudden voice made Cobb helpless and raised his head: "When did you wake up!"

"When did I say I fell asleep."

"What I just said is not counted, not counted at all."

Xi Zhili supported his head and looked at Cobb: "Do you want to say it again?"

"That doesn't mean that !!"

He Zhili held Cobb's chin in his other hand, and his charming lips were next to Cobb's lips, and his voice teased Cobb's atrium: "What does that mean, Cobb?"

Sure enough, you are the most cunning, easily grasping my weaknesses, everything is biased.

Several people in the cafeteria were already impatient, holding their hands: "You are so slow, there is no space on the first floor, go to the private room on the second floor for dinner."

"Yo, it's generous." Cobb shrugged indifferently. A few people walked to the second floor. Ying Xiujie kicked the sliding door outside the second floor and spoke back, completely unaware that he was standing behind the door on the other side. As for the boy, the door directly hit the boy's face, and Ying Xiujie on this side said, "How can this door only be pushed open?"

"It's probably been too long, you kick it hard."

Yun Yingxiu kicked his feet again, "Useless, is there something stuck behind him?"

"No." Chu Haoyu joined them, and they piled the door hard and hard, Zhou Xinhe panicked: "Did you hear any strange noises?"

"Stop, stop ~~~" There was a roar, Ying Xiujie and Chu Haoyu let go, the door was opened, and a man covering his nose appeared, his face flushed with anger and eyes wide. Cobb them: "What are you doing !!!"

"Sorry, we don't know you are behind the door." Gongyi apologized sincerely.

"Year 1?" The boy's eyes and tone revealed disdain. This look down on people makes people very angry, as if the first grade is inferior to him.

"What's wrong with us, first grade, senior ~~~~" Chu Haoyu's ending is very long.

"Understand politeness and apologize."

Zhili didn't happen to cross the boy. He was going to enter the private room. The boy grabbed his arm: "No one apologized, don't want to leave." Zhili turned back indifferently, staring at the hand that grabbed his arm: " Take it away. "The boy froze, his body loosened his hand instinctively, and soon became even more angry with his pockets:" first grader, open your eyes and see clearly what this is. "The boy pointed at his left chest. Hanging sign.

Wu Ke glanced at the glittering sign: "Dog tags?"

你们 "You guys! This is the symbol of the Student Union. I understand. I belong to the Student Union. You first-year group of people, do you know who you have caused?"

Taking a sip of the first grade, like racial discrimination, Ying Xiujie wanted to hold people and was dragged by Zhang Luo.

Xi Zhili took off the sign on his chest and held it in his hand.

"what are you doing?!!"