Everyday heroes

Chapter 87 come to the door
Outside classroom 202 of the School of Architecture.

After Guan Lang put on his backpack and stepped out of the door, he heard several heroic shouts, both men and women.

"and many more."

Guan Lang looked at the group of people approaching and surrounded him, his face was full of bewilderment, what was he doing?
Although he looks a little better, but it's not enough to make others covet him so much that he can form a team to snatch the civilian men in broad daylight, right?
Guan Lang wondered, who are these students? They don't look like people from the School of Architecture, they are all unfamiliar faces.

"President, do you see if it's him? It doesn't seem to be the same as the photo you gave me!" A boy shouted at the girl who was leaning against the wall and playing with her mobile phone.

Only then did Guan Lang notice her, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Oh, it turned out to be her. I didn't expect her to find her own academy.

The girl is An Xiaqing, the current president of the hand-painting club he visited with Tang Tang during the cultural festival, that is, the club he joined in his freshman year.

It seems that An Xiaqing went to sort out the club files for the past two or three years, and then dug out him, a zombie member who had only joined for a few months.

But is it necessary? It took so much effort to find him.

But Guan Lang didn't know how surprised An Xiaqing was when he found out that there was such a peerless master in the hand-painted club.

Since the old members of the current hand-painting club have left, the rest plus her are only two or three original sophomore officers, and the rest are all freshmen who have just joined the club. No one can hold the place, especially It was especially embarrassing when Tiannan University held student art exhibitions. Other art societies came out in large numbers with masterpieces. Only their hand-painted clubs were famous, but they couldn't produce any outstanding works.

In this situation, Guan Lang was like a savior from heaven, and An Xiaqing would not let such a life-saving straw like him slip away.

"Senior Guan, hello, we meet again. Do you remember me?" The crowd dispersed, and An Xiaqing approached and greeted with a smile.

"President An, what do you want from me? If not, I'm going to the cafeteria to have a meal." Guan Lang raised his wrist and looked at his watch, signaling that the other party had something to say quickly.

Many of his classmates around have noticed this, and they are discussing in gossipy whispers.

Guan Lang could guess what they were teasing without listening.
A beautiful girl with good looks leads a group of people to surround Guan Lang. Just thinking about it, there are countless plots of grievances and hatreds that can be unfolded.People who eat melons like to arrange stories about handsome men and beautiful women.

"Senior, aren't you tired of the cafeteria? Why don't I invite you to an off-campus restaurant for lunch." An Xiaqing won't be thrown off by Guan Lang.

In fact, before she came, she had already made up her mind that she would definitely pull this general Guan Lang back into the big family of the Hand-painting Society, and vowed not to return it until Loulan was broken!

"You don't get rewarded for nothing, and lunch is still free. If you have anything to say, just say it?" Guan Lang is well versed in the principle of cannibalism, and he didn't take advantage of this kind of petty advantage. Big letters: Trouble.

"Don't be so ignorant, everyone is a member of the hand-painted club." An Xiaqing smiled.

"Wait, you are, but I am not." Guan Lang shook his head and quickly got rid of the relationship.

"Senior Guan, you haven't submitted an application to quit the club, so in theory, you are still mine." An Xia Qing said righteously.

"Then is there still time for me to submit it now?" Guan Lang said dryly with a smile.

"Not allowed." An Xiaqing said mischievously with his hands crossed in front of him.

She has already decided to keep the other party in a sloppy face, and make troubles without reason, anyway, cute girls always have the privilege of being a bit willful.

What's more, she is also the president of the hand-painted club, the eldest sister who sleeps on the lap of a beauty and wakes up to hold the power of the club.

Well, just be a little tougher.

Say no, don't pass.

An Xiaqing couldn't help but praise his domineering in his heart.

"Then I'll complain to the Social Federation." Guan Lang nodded expressionlessly.

"Don't! Don't." An Xiaqing quickly hugged Guan Lang's little arm. "If you have something to say, let's deal with the internal affairs of our club ourselves, okay? Don't disturb the Social Council?"

An Xiaqing feels wronged. They are a group of "cute newcomers" who can't get sponsorship, and the funds are already tight. If they leave a negative record for the Social Association and affect the distribution of school club funds, it will be over. She doesn't want to lose Assuming the position of president, this is the first time she has managed others since she was a child, and she cherishes it very much.

"Let's go, I don't have time to play club games with you recently." Guan Lang sighed.

He is not interested at all in joining a new-level painting club. Would it be interesting for him to go back to Novice Village with a full-level account of level 100 and play tricks with a group of newcomers at level 10?

Okay. It seems that there are indeed, no, but this is not a question of whether it is interesting, but a waste of time. He is already a junior, and he will participate in club activities in his senior year next semester. It is really putting the cart before the horse. Club activities are basically It is the freshmen, freshmen and sophomores who are active in it.

"Don't really think about it. There are many cute girls in our club." An Xiaqing said in a devilish tone, pushing away the left and right club members.

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"Do you think I'm someone who can't find a girlfriend?" Guan Lang asked softly after pondering for half a second.

An Xiaqing's eyes lingered on Guan Lang's ridiculously handsome face for a few seconds, his face turned pink, and he shook his head honestly.

This person is really good-looking, much handsomer than the last time I saw him? Even the male stars on TV don't have his temperament.

But what's the use of being handsome?A dog who does not belong to their hand-painting club is not a good dog.

Staring at Guan Lang's figure that was getting further and further away, An Xiaqing was not only not hindered by Guan Lang's soft and hard attitude, but made up his mind even more.

We must bring the senior back to the hand-painting club. With him, it is estimated that the enthusiasm of the girls in the whole club to organize activities and study will explode by 300%!
Moreover, in the next semester's Hundred Regiments War to recruit new recruits, their club can also rely on this peak school grass to overwhelm the crowd and recruit a large number of new students in one fell swoop. The club's funds have increased, sponsorship has continued, and the club has grown like a snowball.

Then she is the most wise and powerful president of the hand-painted club in the history.

Swallowing, An Xiaqing woke up from the beautiful fantasy in his mind, and made a hohohohoh sound from the corner of his mouth to cheer himself up.

Even though Guan Lang has a heart of steel, she still has the confidence to use her tenderness to convert him, a stubborn little old man.

Yes, in An Xiaqing's mind, Guan Lang's image has become a little old man who doesn't care about anything. Otherwise, how can it be explained that she is indifferent to the invitation of such a beautiful woman?

This is simply... incredible!
She couldn't believe that she was not attractive enough.

The first thing to do as a beautiful girl is not to have the slightest wavering of trust in her own charm.Only by conquering yourself can you conquer others.

(End of this chapter)