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"what!"

Zhou You collapsed on the gaming chair and howled.

"Why! Why is it that school has started for a week, and there is still a freshman meeting, tomorrow is Saturday, and I want to sleep in!"

Lin Ning was drying clothes on the balcony, when Zhou You yelled so loudly that he almost threw the clothes rail downstairs.

"The International College only reported it today. The freshmen meeting must wait for all the freshmen first."

Zhou You muffled: "I just want to sleep late, why is it so difficult!"

He turned his head to look at Song Ji, who had been lying in bed all day and then abandoned him. That man was working hard on economics.

Hmph, at first I naively thought it was a scumbag, but it turned out to be a hidden top student.

"A Song."

Song Ji instantly got goosebumps, he felt Zhou You's resentful eyes early in the morning, and now he can't ignore it.

As soon as Zhou You kicked his legs, the gaming chair came to Song Ji's side with a swish: "What are you doing?"

"Doing homework." Song Ji asked, "Are you hungry again?"

Zhou You has been dragging Song Ji to have supper together for the past few days.

"You guys are going too far, one thinks I can only sleep, the other thinks I can only eat, I am a human being, not a pig." Zhou You said angrily.

Lin Ning's voice came from the balcony: "Then what else will you do besides these two?"

With faint signs of quarreling, Song Ji turned on the computer: "Would you like to take a look at my homework?"

Zhou You changed his face for a second: "Okay."

Lin Ning walked in from the balcony and saw Zhou You occupying Song Ji's place, so he said to Song Ji, "Don't let him do everything."

Song Ji raised his eyebrows, looking a little bad: "He may not understand it either."

Lin Ning gave Song Ji a thumbs up: "You still have to."

The dormitory door was knocked several times, Lin Ning said to come in.

Shen Yu opened the door with the computer in his hand, and looked at Song Ji with glowing eyes: "Finally, there is a great master."

Zhou You looked at Shen Yu vigilantly: "Stand still and don't move, why don't you come to my Ah Song?"

Depressedly, he moved to Song Ji's seat: "My family, Alu, was dragged by the counselor to the rehearsal for the freshman meeting."

Zhou You asked inexplicably, "Ah Lu is going to perform on stage tomorrow?"

Shen Yu casually pulled a chair and sat down: "Aside from his handsome face, he has no talent. Tomorrow he will speak on stage as a freshman representative."

Song Ji was taken aback for a moment, and Zhou You and Lin Ning directly said ah.

"Why don't we know?"

Shen Yu said: "The one who was supposed to be on stage was Fu Xin from the School of Computer Science next door. He sprained his ankle while playing basketball two days ago, so the school came to look for Ah Lu."

"What's the matter, it wasn't our A-law in the first place! Is our A-law so handsome as a spare tire?"

At this time, Zhou You didn't distinguish between your family and my family, and they were all in his own class.

Shen Yu snorted twice: "It's not the spare tire, it's the real master. The school was looking for him when the school started. It's just that he said that he had a panic attack and rejected him. Now that someone is injured, he can go if he can't."

The word panic attack on stage reminded Song Ji of the entrance ceremony for high school freshmen. Jiang Zhilu gave a speech as a freshman representative. The shortest freshman representative speech in the history of No. [-] Middle School, from "Hello, everyone" to "My Thank you all for your speech."

Before the people in the audience reacted and applauded, the student representatives had already stepped down.

Afterwards, Song Ji learned from other people that Jiang Zhilu said that he had a panic attack on the stage, and that he was re-separated into classes in the second year of high school. He only learned the truth from Jiang Zhilu's friends. Jiang Zhilu doesn't like to go on stage. If he really can't refuse, then Just shorten the time you stay on stage.

Song Ji suddenly looked forward to Jiang Zhilu's speech on stage tomorrow.

"Ah Song~" The gloomy energy is exactly the same as that of Zhou You, even more unbearable than the latter.

Song Ji was defeated, unable to laugh or cry: "When you call someone, just call someone, don't put a wavy line behind it."

Shen Yu deliberately disgusted people: "Okay~ I still don't understand Ah Song~"

First of all, Zhou You couldn't stand it, he picked up the professional book on the table and hit Shen Yu's back: "Can you be normal, can you!"

In the end, the four people in the dormitory studied homework together in Song Ji's seat and made progress together.

The Commencement Ceremony is scheduled for Saturday morning at 08:30 in the Great Hall.

The counselor issued a death order that the freshmen should not be late for the meeting, so Lin Ning called Zhou You and Song Ji early.

A lot of people had already arrived in the auditorium, and there were still 10 minutes left before the meeting, and people came in one after another outside.

The School of Economics was assigned to the rear left, and their second financial class was in the last two rows.

Song Ji followed Zhou You and they sat in the last row.

Because Yu Zetian had something to go back to the dormitory halfway, Song Ji used a pen to occupy a seat next door.

The auditorium was very noisy, and the counselors of each class were counting the number of people. Song Ji, like everyone else, didn't like this kind of boring meeting. He took advantage of this time to open Weibo.

Because Song Ji tweeted Jiang Yanzhi's Eighteenth Palace Stage last night when the show started, Song Ji's Weibo has already been stuck.

The number of comments and likes is 999+, and the number of Weibo fans continues to rise.

"A Song." Zhou You patted Song Ji who was looking down at his phone.

Song Ji looked up at him, and Zhou You said, "Yu Zetian is sitting in the front, so there is no need to occupy a seat for him."

Zhou You also found that the relationship between Yu Zetian and Song Ji was very delicate, it was Yu Zetian's unilateral discord, and Song Ji did nothing to ease the relationship between them.

It's been a week since school started, and the two haven't spoken much.

Although Yu Zetian didn't get along very well with Zhou You, it was a dormitory after all, and he didn't want to make the relationship too rigid.

Zhou You helped explain: "He may not have seen you."

To be honest, it was a lie if I didn't see it. Song Ji was sitting by the aisle and saw it as soon as he came in from the back door.

Song Ji didn't say anything, just took back the pen that was used to occupy the seat, it's not good to occupy the seat for nothing.

After a while, someone sat next to Song Ji.

Out of the corner of his eye, Song Ji spotted a pen on the small table, which was exactly the same as the one he had just put away.

"Why are you here?" Song Ji turned his head to see Jiang Zhilu beside him.

Song Ji tilted his head slightly, and Jiang Zhilu saw the astonishment in his eyes: "You and I are in the same class."

"I know." Song Ji pointed to the stage deliberately, "I mean, shouldn't you be preparing behind the scenes? Freshman representative."

It's not that Jiang Zhilu didn't hear the ridicule in Song Ji's tone, so he followed his meaning and said, "So the freshman representatives can't sit here?"

Song Ji smiled and said, "Yes."

Seeing Jiang Zhilu, Zhou You shouted excitedly, "Hey, freshman representative."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Ning also shouted, and the sound spread to their class, and everyone joined in the fun, causing people in the front and rear rows to look back at their class.

Song Ji held back a laugh, but he couldn't help it. He noticed Jiang Zhilu's gaze, covered his mouth and coughed lightly.

"Funny?" Jiang Zhilu asked.

Song Ji nodded: "A little bit."

"Just don't laugh when I'm on stage later." Jiang Zhilu leaned back on the chair as if accepting the reality.

Song Ji said: "What's the matter, is your speech still so short?"

After saying this, the two of them didn't speak for a while.

During this period of time, they were very tacit and didn't say anything about high school, mainly because they didn't have much contact this week, so they only said a few words in total, and there were other people around.

Jiang Zhilu broke the tranquility rashly, and handed the speech in his hand to Song Ji: "500 words is not too short."

Song Ji took the speech and found that it was purely handwritten. Jiang Zhilu's handwriting was not neat, and even a little chic. It can be seen that the speech was rushed out.

Jiang Zhilu said: "The manuscript that came out the day before yesterday was a bit scribbled."

"Your handwriting is flying to the sky." Song Ji read the speech again, "And there are typos."

Jiang Zhilu leaned over: "Where? This manuscript has been in the hands of three people, but they didn't find it."

Song Ji pointed to the dawn of the dawn: "This is next to the word for 日, and you write it next to the word for 目."

Jiang Zhilu handed the pen to Song Ji: "Correct it for me. I see that the vast expanse below seems to be written wrong."

Song Ji glanced at him sideways, Jiang Zhilu explained: "I just found out."

You see I believe it or not.

Song Ji picked up a pen to help correct it, crossing out the typos and writing the correct ones next to them.

Song Ji's handwriting and Jiang Zhilu's handwriting are not in the same style at all, one is neat and the other is scribbled, just like people, one is gentle and the other is flamboyant.

Put together but unusually harmonious.

In fact, the wrong font did not affect the speech, but Song Ji noticed it at a glance and brought it up.

After editing, Song Ji carefully looked at the pen in his hand and said, "This pen seems to belong to me."

"Well, this is the pen used for the speech."

Song Ji nodded.

"The font is a bit sloppy."

Song Ji: "?"

"What's the relationship between the two?"

"No."

Jiang Zhilu's aloof image in Song Ji's heart has been squandered by him.

There were a few dull knocking sounds from the stereo, and after a while the host said on the stage: "The freshman ceremony is about to start, please take your seats as soon as possible."

The entire auditorium fell silent.

Song Ji lowered his voice and talked to Jiang Zhilu: "Are you going backstage to prepare?"

"kindness."

Song Ji folded the speech on the table and handed it to Jiang Zhilu, but the other party refused to pick it up, and was still staring at a pen that did not belong to him.

Song Ji handed the pen to Jiang Zhilu, and he took it.

"The manuscript may be revised later."

"Then please use my pen well and don't write so scribbled."

"..."

Jiang Zhilu took the pen and paper and stood up and walked out the door. Few people stood up in the big auditorium. The host on the stage saw some students standing up, and opened the mic passionately: "Hey, the student in the back ,Please……"

After she saw Jiang Zhilu's appearance clearly, she turned off the microphone instantly. He was a representative of freshmen and was about to give a speech on stage.

The ceremony was boring and boring, because there were counselors patrolling the aisles, and no one dared to take out their mobile phones to play.

Zhou You yawned and asked, "When will Ah Lu come out? I'm sleepy after hearing that."

Lin Ning couldn't help yawning: "Hurry up, wait for the leader on the stage to finish speaking and then go to the freshman representative."

"It's been so long and I still haven't finished."

After 10 minutes, the leader sitting on the stage finally put down the microphone.

The host said: "Next, our freshman representative Jiang Zhilu, the second class of the 21st financial class, will come to speak on stage. Everyone applauds and welcomes."

Zhou You became excited: "Here we come."

All the students in Class Two of Finance applauded desperately.

Jiang Zhilu walked onto the stage wearing a white shirt and suit pants. He had a narrow waist, broad shoulders and long legs, and a tall and straight figure. He looked like a handsome young man.

"Students and leaders, hello everyone, I am Jiang Zhilu, the second class of the 21st financial class..."

The distorted sound spread through the speakers to every corner of the auditorium.

Many people in the front row secretly took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and even the teacher who was holding a camera to record the ceremony snapped at the people on stage.

Zhou You couldn't help being a nympho: "Our Ah Lu is so handsome, our voice is nice, and we speak wonderfully."

There are more exciting things to come.

Song Ji had already predicted what the ending would be, after all, he was also the one who had read the speech.

"My speech is over, thank you all."

It's over before I can say a few words of praise.

Song Ji looked at the people on the stage, liars, who read the manuscript without changing it.

Because the previous leader's speech was too long, no one in the audience realized that Jiang Zhilu had finished speaking.

Just like before, it ended unexpectedly.

Song Ji smiled and was the first to applaud.

Zhou You followed suit and applauded: "Why is your Ah Li so short?"

Such a short size is definitely not our Ali.

"That's because there are even shorter ones that you haven't seen."

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