The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Emperor: You are swollen

Bastard: It has been very swollen!

Emperor: When shall we make a friendly exchange in the school martial arts hall?

Little bastard: Yes, you don’t need to be in person for an identity like us. You will be a person, and I will be a person. The one who loses controls the winner and the one who wins calls Dad.

The emperor: You are really shameless and make me more knowledgeable again

Little bastard: easy to talk

It seems that Jiang Yi has completely given up the struggle in front of Jun Ci.

All started to shame.

When Jun Ci was arguing with Jiang Yi, a person came to Mo Chaoyang who was chatting with her at the same time.

He is in the club at this time, and Fu Ziyan and Han Quan are working on their own.

The three of them are manipulating the artificial intelligence NPC in front of the computer inside, and the students outside are making beautiful games.

When Fan Ming opened the door of the club, he was taken aback when he saw the enthusiastic atmosphere in the club.

He was busy with the question of his graduation. He hasn't returned for a few months. Is their club so popular now?

"Hello, classmate, who are you looking for?"

A girl raised her head, clearly seeing that he was a strange face, and asked.

Others also raised their heads and looked at it curiously. For a long time, a girl tentatively asked, "President?"

The information of the cadres of the club members will be posted outside, but the virtual club is inherently deserted, and who would pay attention to the photos of the cadres in the club.

But there are always people who have a good memory. Seeing Fan Ming now, they immediately reacted.

Fan Ming nodded, did not say much, just asked: "Where is the vice president?"

He is a senior in his senior year and his family is not bad. He has already developed a mature temperament and looks very mature. He also has a suit jacket on his arm.

It's like a business elite who came down from a high-end banquet.

Not like a student.

"inside."

The girl pointed to the room inside, and there was some respect for the president.

When Fan Ming heard the words, he walked towards the cubicle inside.

As soon as he entered and opened the door, Fan Ming heard Fu Ziyan's bluffing voice: "Blue, blue, export the melancholic expression data I told you yesterday."

Then there was a quiet girl's voice: "Who is it for? Ye Yuan?"

What was abrupt was another male voice with domineering sullen voice: "Melancholy is what a shit, the deity doesn't need it!"

Fan Ming didn't see anyone, but the sudden sound of words startled him.

When Mo Chaoyang saw Fan Ming, he stood up with a look of surprise and respectfully shouted: "Senior, are you back?"

Fan Ming nodded, his stiff eyebrows slumped slightly after looking at the environment in the house: "What you told me on the phone earlier is true?"

On the phone, Mo Chaoyang didn't say too much, just talked about the data problem of artificial intelligence, and didn't talk about mobile games or the like, and asked Fan Ming to come back and tell him.

Fan Ming himself is engaged in artificial intelligence. Of course, he is unbelievable. He originally came back to school by the way to do something, so he happened to do it too.

"of course it's true."

Mo Chaoyang was very happy to see Fan Ming. He himself admired Fan Ming very much because of Fan Ming's achievements in this regard.

He stepped forward to hold Fan Ming and said, Fu Ziyan pulled Lamo Chaoyang's sleeve, a little worried: "Did you get Junci's consent?"

After all, I can’t tell others about this.