Reborn as the Villain President’s Cat & Dog

"Speak! Don't you dare to speak with a guilty conscience?! I tell you, the day after tomorrow you meet Zhuo Ran, I will also go, Zhuo Ran has promised me, I want to see, you can talk about what you can talk about flower."

"Can't talk about any flowers, just discuss the contract with Zoran, if you want to come, you can."

"You really intend to let your brother sign Zhaoyang! Oh my god, Zhuo Ran dares to promise you, he is not afraid that your brother will get mad and take down his company!"

"Then don't worry, if I am upset, it is not Zoran's company that will be the first to dismantle, it is you!"

Mu Ziang:...

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

"Then the day after tomorrow, I have to take a good look at whether your baby brother is worth signing. In case he is a wooden beauty and loses money after signing, it is better not to sign."

"You don't mind such a piece of dead wood, can anyone lose more money than you?" Si Junduo calmly said, "You should worry about yourself, you will not go tomorrow, I will go alone."

"You are the deadwood! Why doesn't he come? The shelf is so big."

"He doesn't need to come, I have a good talk with Zhuo Ran, and he will come when I sign."

Mu Ziang was speechless, "I don't think he will use it for signing. You can sign on your behalf. Why don't you directly become his agent? Or open a studio for him."

"How do you know if he is not? When he is over this year, and if he is sure that he is not on a whim, he really wants to develop in this circle, then I will open a studio for him and be affiliated with Zhaoyang."

Mu Ziang:...

Mu Ziang didn't want to talk to this kind of brother control, he was too tired, this brother raised too fine, right, the chicken mother is not as good as he protects the cubs!

However, "Is your brother willing? Is he reconciled with you?"

"Ok."

"Really? Don't just be touched by your own wishful thinking. In the end, he not only doesn't appreciate him, but also thinks you are in charge of him." Mu Ziang has seen this kind of thing too many times. The priest Jundor in college is simply my roots. Turning his heart to the clear, but illuminating the ditch, no matter what the priest Jundor does or how much he does, Wen Mingyi just pretends that he hasn't seen it, and can't wait for this person in front of him.

Mu Ziang once felt that the toughest person in the world was his good friend Shi Junduo, not his own brother, but his neighbor's brother. He was able to dig his heart out like that, as if he had been put down by gentleness!

"Of course it is true," Si Jundor interrupted his thoughts. "It was only his rebellious adolescence before. Now that adolescence has passed, it will be fine. Okay, I won't tell you, I'm going to drive."

"Oh, then you pay attention to safety."

"Don't worry, who is like you, riding a bicycle can still fall, do your fans know that their male **** can't ride a bicycle?"

"Shut up!" Mu Ziang became angry and hung up the phone. "What's so great about knowing how to ride a bicycle? There are so many people all over the country, so it's great if you don't know how to ride. You say yes, Xiao Wang?"

Assistant Xiao Wang quickly nodded in agreement, "Yes, I don't know how to ride. What's so great about someone who can ride a bicycle? Those of us who don't know how to ride are the ones who are precious!"

"Don't add the last half sentence next time," Mu Ziang patted him on the shoulder, his eyes filled with sympathy, "I'm so sorry."

Xiao Wang:...

Life is not easy, Xiao Wang sighed.

Wen Mingyi, who didn't know that his brother not only knew Mu Ziang but also talked to him on the phone, was already in the classroom at this time. He walked fast all the way, wearing a hat and a mask, but he was not recognized. Wen Mingyi entered the classroom, took off his hat and mask, and in the next second he heard the girls in the class scream, he smiled helplessly at everyone, and then walked to the last row of empty seats next to Zhang Heng Sit up.

The girls immediately gathered around and chatted.

"Wen Mingyi, are you just coming to class this time just for class? Isn't there any activity?"

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

"Brother, these are the notes I have compiled for you this semester. I hope it will be useful to you."

…

Obviously, these are straightforward, passionate and unrestrained.

"Wen Mingyi, can you sign me? My friend likes you very much."

"This is a doll made for you by my friend, please accept it."

"My friend asked me to ask you, what are your plans next? Is there a company to sign you? Will you be filming afterwards?"

…

It is also obvious that these are implicit and introverted, with no friends.

Wen Mingyi looked at the students who were slightly crowded in front of him, but the order was still in order, and calmly said, "Come one by one. You can sign one by one. Put it on my desk. Everyone signs one. Dolls cannot be accepted. They will sign the company, but Haven't decided where to sign..."

He picked up the innocuous questions and answered them, without worrying about the classmates turning their heads and posting them on the Internet. Anyway, it's all idioms, it's not bad to say nothing.

Suddenly, someone asked, "Wen Mingyi, can I start a live broadcast? Would you like it?"

"Forget it." Wen Mingyi refused, "I'm just going to class when I come back to class. If you broadcast live, everyone should think I'm doing a show. That's boring."

Upon hearing this, the girl quickly put down her phone and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this."

"It's okay." Wen Mingyi didn't mind.

And not far away, the three people with Sun Xu as the center were looking at this side with cold eyes.

"It's really a big star. I don't usually show up. This one appears. The girls in the class are all around. I thought our party secretary is a very cold person. I didn't expect to chase stars too." Wu Peng single-handed Hold your head and talk coldly.

Sun Xu sneered dissatisfiedly, "He is a big star, a show star! If he is really red, there would be no time to go back to school. Only if he has no activities or dramas, he has to go back to school again. The incompetent stuff is just to lie to the girls in the class who don't understand the fart."

Wu Peng and Li Gang looked at Sun Xu after hearing this, "Isn't he the number one in their game? Isn't the number one popular?"

"There are so many drafts these years, and everyone is still popular. Besides, haven't you seen yesterday's hot search? The second to fifth place in their game made their debut, and all the drafts did not have him. So now people are attending activities, and he goes back to school to attend classes, isn’t this just being abandoned? Otherwise, he can come back to attend classes obediently?"

"Yes." Wu Peng agreed, "but it's so simple to go back to school. He thinks the school is his home. Come and leave when you say it. Everyone comes to the school to learn. It's not like him. Young master, just plate a piece of gold to make his academic qualifications look better."

"Little young master, it would be nice to be able to come to school, but I don't care whether you are good at school. When the four years of university are over, when you get your diploma, you will also graduate from a national institution of higher learning. No one can praise the talent."

"Yes, you can also sell the domineering design by the way, it's a multitude of things in one fell swoop."

Sun Xu sneered, "How can he take advantage of all the benefits, let's just take a look."

As soon as his voice fell, the class bell rang. Everyone hurriedly turned around and prepared to go back to their seats. Only after turning around did they find that the professional teacher had already arrived, and they stood on the podium and looked at them with a smile. Everyone had a guilty conscience and immediately sat down quietly, waiting for the teacher to attend class.

The teacher who gave them professional classes was a female teacher named Song Yun, who was nearly 30 years old, she was very beautiful, and the lectures were neat and tidy, so the students in the class liked her very much.

Song Yun watched the students in the class sit in an orderly manner, then looked at the girls who were obviously well-dressed, and smiled: "It's rare that everyone arrived early today, and no one skipped class. The girls are all the more. It’s so beautiful, if everyone can do this every day, then I’ll be happy."

Students who skipped class in the class:...

After she finished speaking, she looked at Wen Mingyi who was sitting in the last row again. Wen Mingyi smiled at her. His already pretty eyebrows were blooming like peach blossoms. Song Yun looked at his cunning smile, only feeling pleasing to the eyes. Growing up like this, it's no wonder that she wants to make her debut as a star. She is indeed born with good conditions. It is a pity not to be a star.

So she also smiled at Wen Mingyi, ready to start class.

But before the class, there is one more thing to do. Song Yun looked at the students under the podium and said softly: "We learned a lot of proper nouns in the last class. As I said, this class requires an exam, so now , Let's check it out~"

Upon hearing this, the students wailed. Noun explanation is for students to say words that you know are not human words, so most students don’t like to recite noun explanations. There are so many and difficult explanations of the terms in the journalism department. The students feel miserable at first. In addition, Song Yun has to conduct random checks from time to time, and he is still dictated on the blackboard. This is even more terrifying. It is simply a large-scale public execution site.

The students yelled next time, don't let it go today.

Song Yun smiled and shook his head, "No~ I'll give you one minute to prepare, and I will start timing."

Everyone immediately opened the book or notes, and began to read the explanation of the terms that were required to be recited in the previous class.

Wen Mingyi also picked up the sorted notes sent to him by his classmates before, and planned to take a look. He was looking at him and suddenly felt that someone was looking at him. When he raised his head, he met Sun Xu’s eyes. Seeing Sun Xu turned his head with contempt.

Wen Mingyi: ...who the **** is this? Does he know this person?

Wen Mingyi touched Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng was still busy looking at the explanation of the term for the last time, without raising his head, "Wait a moment, let me take one last look. Teacher Song will definitely not smoke you, but she might Will smoke me!"

Wen Mingyi didn't bother him anymore, and only leaned over to look at the few terms he was reading. He had memorized them all. It was not difficult. He patted Zhang Heng on the shoulder and encouraged, "Come on."

Zhang Heng nodded his head while continuing to carry on silently.

"Time is up!" Song Yun said loudly, "Now start dictating. Students with student ID endings 2 and 3 will dictate on the blackboard."

There are only more than 30 people in their class, and the two number endings add up, and there are only 7 people. The people who were drawn sighed, reluctantly walked to the podium, picked up the marker, and made a writing gesture. .

Song Yun dictated three dictations and corrected them on the spot. Students who wrote incorrectly had to copy the correct explanation 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 up in the next round. Everyone was worried and prayed silently in their hearts.

Song Yun quickly finished the correction. She asked the study committee members to write down the name of the wrong person, reminding them to copy it twenty times after class and check it in the next class. The student who wrote the wrong thing came off the stage faintly, and the student who wrote the right breathe a sigh of relief and feel that they are coming back to life again!

Song Yun drew one round and started the second round. This time she drew students with student numbers ending in 1 and 7. As the person with the highest score in the college entrance examination, Wen Mingyi's student number happened to be 01, so he stood up naturally.

Song Yun took a look and said quickly, "Wen Mingyi can dictate without having to use the blackboard, you just need to dictate in your seat."

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

Just when he took his seat, he heard a male voice from the class, "Why? Teacher Song, why doesn't Wen Mingyi need to dictate? Does he have any privileges?"