The whole Internet is black, I was chased and killed by my ex

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"What are you going to do?" Liang Tao leaned against the wall, asking nervously and puzzled.

He is now located on the fourth floor of the broadcasting and hosting professional teaching building of Nanyi University, which is only separated from the school broadcasting room of Nanyi University.

The radio room is well-equipped, and the microphone can be connected to the speakers of the whole school.

This realization made Liang Tao feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, while Yang Yan, who was looking down at the phone, aggravated his uneasiness.

Yang Yan is an amazing person. He usually looks deserted, as if he doesn't care about anything, but his heart is actually full of rebellious thoughts.He didn't move, not because he didn't dare, but because he was lazy.If something aroused his emotions once, then his subsequent reckless behavior was unpredictable.

Liangtao is in a panic, although he usually violates discipline, he just skips class and takes takeout. He never thought that Yang Yan would make a big one all of a sudden.

Considering Yang Yan's character, Liang Tao was really afraid that this guy would go into the broadcasting room, pick up the microphone, and tell the whole school in an extremely firm tone, "The leadership of the student union is a bunch of idiots."

Thinking of that scene, Liang Tao shivered.

Leaving aside whether the school will punish him or not, just talking about his remarks that overturned a boatload of people, it is a question of whether he can spend the next two years under the guidance of the students.

Liang Tao was worried here, but Yang Yan didn't feel any empathy on the other side.

He put down his phone and looked up at the window of the radio room.

The doors of the broadcasting room are usually locked, and the windows are opened high. A boy who is 1.8 meters high can barely touch the window sill, but now Yang Yan raised his head and examined it.

"The third window from left to right is unlocked..." he said to himself.

"Ha, how do you know." Liang Tao was taken aback.

"Ask your brother." Yang Yan said, "Didn't he go in and confess his love once?"

Liang Tao was vigilant: "You don't want to go up, do you? The window is so high, and the wall has no leverage. My buddy is on the basketball team and has strong arms. Your thin arms and legs won't make it up."

"It's true that I can't go up alone." Yang Yan turned around and smiled lightly at Liang Tao, "But don't you still have you?"

Liang Tao's hairs stood up from his laughter,

"What are you doing..."

"Come here and squat down, I'll step on your shoulders."

"..."

"Get out!!!"

But in the end Liang Tao squatted down in humiliation, because Yang Yan said that if he didn't help, he would never help him when he was absent from class.

A gentleman must bear the shame of his crotch.

Liang Tao crouched down, feeling the weight on his shoulders

Yang Yan stepped on his back, clasped the window with his hands, pulled it open forcefully, and then jumped up lightly while grabbing the edge of the window.

The weight disappeared, and there was a sound of landing in the room.

Yang Yan turned on the light, opened the door, and let Liang Tao in.

"Lock the door, and then show me the slogan you wrote earlier." Yang Yan walked to the table in the broadcasting room and began to fiddle with it.

Liang Tao watched his fingers move on those colorful buttons, his scalp was numb, afraid that he would accidentally poke things out.

"What slogan."

"The one in "War and Flowers". Whenever Lin Siji and I quarrel, you'll sit aside and fiddle with it."

"Oh." Liang Tao reacted, took out the phone and unlocked it, flipped through the memo and handed it over, and couldn't help asking, "What are you going to do?"

"Do you know how to play songs?" Yang Yan took the phone, still fumbling for something.

The concept of playing songs originated from the Korean entertainment industry. After a singer releases a song, he will go to various programs to perform and promote it. This process is called playing songs.The students of the music department of the South China Academy of Arts learned the concept there, contacted the teachers of the broadcasting department, and put on a singing show on campus.

All students who have created songs can submit their contributions to the Propaganda Department of the Student Union. Every Thursday, the Propaganda Department will make a summary and release this week's "song list" during dinner time.

This program is quite popular among NUFA students, Liang Tao naturally knows about it, but he is still at a loss as to what Yang Yan will do next.

"I know, but what does this have to do with us?"

Yang Yan didn't answer directly. He finally found the switch and pushed the small black block up. The green light of the radio turned on, and the instrument showed that the school radio was connected.

Yang Yan picked up the microphone, coughed twice to confirm that it was working, then pulled the microphone away, turned around and whispered to Liang Tao:

"Today we will give "War and Flower" a fight scene."

When he said this, his cheeks sank in the darkness, but his eyes were shining, with dark fire flowing in them.

Liang Tao was stunned by his expression for two seconds, and then lost his voice: "What are you doing... Deducting points, are you crazy?"

But Yang Yan was obviously in a state of being unable to persuade him now, he said in a low voice, "Don't worry about it", and then pulled the microphone back.

Liang Tao saw his crazy attitude of "this Lord Nanqiang is determined", and his heart raised his throat, almost choking himself to death.

When he tried to dissuade him just now, he talked too much, and didn't explain the really serious consequences clearly.

Breaking into the broadcasting room to use the equipment without permission, if you are lucky, points will be deducted, but if Yang Yan says hi later and directly insults the leadership of the student union, then the punishment will probably be doubled directly, from point deduction to punishment.

But now the persuasion is definitely not enough, Liang Tao can only take two steps forward, trying to forcibly snatch the microphone out of Yang Yan's hand.

Yang Yan was very thin, but he was surprisingly strong, and with the microphone on, Liang Tao didn't dare to be too aggressive.So the microphone was back and forth in the hands of the two people, and the microphone was in a stalemate. From time to time, the microphone touched the palm of the wrist and made a sound.

Yang Yan finally won the silent battle with a slight advantage. He elbowed Liang Tao to the side, held the microphone arrogantly, and read the slogan on the screen.

Liang Tao stomped his feet on the spot, pulled up a chair and sat down, holding his head and listening to the words he wrote when he was bored being read out solemnly by Yang Yan and spread throughout the campus.

Yang Yan finished reading it, paused, took out her mobile phone, and unlocked it.

"What else are you going to do?" Liang Tao asked desperately.

"It's not fair to play for other plays as well." Yang Yan said after turning off the microphone.

What was displayed on the screen was the promotional announcement of the drama festival issued by the student union. Of course, "War and Flowers" was removed, leaving only the titles and slogans of the other five plays.

Yang Yan started to read from the first one, and when he read the third one, there was a sudden sound at the door.

"Who's in there? Come out, don't you know that the radio room is not for outsiders to use?"

"The door is locked!"

"Take the key and open the door."

Liang Tao's heart skipped a beat, and he thought that the fuck is someone from the Propaganda Department or Broadcasting Department.

Looking back at Yang Yan who hadn't finished reading, Liang Tao gritted his teeth, jumped up from the chair, rushed to the door and held the handle.

Leaning against the wooden door, Liang Tao could feel the vibration of the keyhole turning, the lock was unlocked, and someone pushed the door——

Liang Tao tightly gripped the doorknob, pressing his shoulder against the door panel.

"Minister, it cannot be opened."

"push!"

The outside started banging on the door, the handle was quickly lost, but the door wasn't there yet.

Liang Tao steadied his horse and pressed against the wooden door with all his strength.

He turned his head and shouted at Yang Yan:

"Read quickly, I can't hold it anymore."

Yang Yan's tone paused, and then he accelerated, and words like popping beans came out of his mouth.

After reading the fifth repertoire, when Yang Yan began to read the performances of the street dance club and introduce the lucky draw, Liang Tao finally couldn't hold on anymore.

He withdrew, took two steps back, and fell to the ground. The door slammed open and hit the wall.

Three people from the student union rushed in, and the leader was the Deputy Propaganda Department.

The deputy department recognized Liang Tao and yelled at him with an ugly face: "What are you doing?"

Then he raised his head and scolded Yang Yan: "Put down the microphone, you will be punished, don't you know?"

Yang Yan did not stop after hearing his words, but continued to read the propaganda.

The deputy was annoyed and strode over, trying to hold him down.

Yang Yan turned sideways to avoid arrest. He jumped onto the table on one side and began to escape in the confined space.

The other two students also wanted to join in the arrest, but Liang Tao caught them one by one.

Yang Yan jumped up and down on several tables steadily, and the deputy department chased him angrily. He didn't dare to grab him, for fear of bringing him down. Falling from such a high place would definitely hurt him.

"Come down!" he yelled.

Yang Yan still went his own way. He read all the promotional words and emphasized again that it started at 07:30 on Sunday before finishing his speech.

He got down from the table and handed over the microphone.

Liang Tao was still entangled with the two unlucky students in the corner, the deputy department rushed over angrily and grabbed the microphone.

Faced with such a chaotic scene, Yang Yan remained expressionless, and only leaned slightly before the deputy could start swearing.

"sorry."

He said very insincerely.

In 314 study room, Lin Siji and Yang Zhao were still confronting each other.

The broadcast vaguely included a quarrel, which made people imagine the turmoil in the broadcasting room.

Yang Zhao sneered and broke the silence: "Your actor is really rebellious."

"But it's very smart, isn't it?" Lin Siji said with a calm expression, "Didn't you just say that you were troublesome by changing the announcement, senior, and now he will save you the troublesome steps."

Yang Zhao said, "You don't really think you won't be punished for messing around like this, do you?"

Lin Siji smiled: "Punishment will happen naturally, but the effect of the broadcast is another matter. Now everyone in the school knows that there is a drama festival starting at 07:30 on Sunday. Let's not talk about you going to correct it again." Don’t you think it’s the best way to promote the drama festival? Don’t you think it’s the best way to promote the drama festival? Don’t you plan to make mistakes and strike while the iron is hot, adding fuel to the drama festival’s popularity?”

Yang Zhao looked uncertain and did not speak.

What Lin Siji said was correct, the Student Union's promotion for the drama festival was not in place, and the sponsors also secretly blamed it for this, demanding more publicity.

It's not that I haven't thought about using radio to promote, but the people in the propaganda department regard the broadcasting room as a treasure, and the lion asks for a usage fee, as if they were collecting oil and water from the organization department.

But who would have thought that there would be a group of people who cut first and played later... Although the violation of discipline was a violation, it did solve a big problem of the decision-making department...

Lin Siji continued to persuade: "Half an hour in advance, the student union will not lose anything, but also have more time to participate in various activities required by the sponsor, and the rhythm of the repertoire does not have to be so tight..."

"But your behavior of using the radio is a violation of discipline, and the organization department cannot follow the rhythm of students who violate discipline." Yang Zhao said.

"It may not be a violation of discipline." Lin Siji smiled again, planning a strategy, "If you approve of this propaganda, senior, then it is the propaganda ordered by the organization department, and it is not a violation of discipline."

"Why should I approve of this propaganda?" Yang Zhao sneered.

"Because it's good for you, the senior, and the organization department, isn't it? You don't need to negotiate terms with the propaganda department..."

Yang Zhao stopped talking again, his brain was spinning rapidly, weighing the pros and cons.

At this time, his cell phone vibrated, and the Deputy Department of Propaganda Department sent a message.

"Lao Yang, those two students said that you gave them permission to use the broadcasting room, right?"

Yang Zhao unlocked it with his fingerprint, resting his fingers on the keyboard, without replying.

He raised his eyes to look at Lin Siji, the younger student from the same department still smiled gently, as if he could see the content on the screen and anticipate his reply.

Yang Zhao snorted coldly, bowed his head and replied.

"Yes, I authorized it."