I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

The envelope was handed to him, but Nan Yirong didn't take it, he glanced at it casually and looked away.

This Zhao Bowen is simply inexplicable. He was annoying before, but now he is sending gifts and envelopes, so he really doesn't treat him as an outsider.Nan Yirong really didn't understand what was going on in his head.

He is not a social person, and he doesn't like such sudden hospitality.

Assistant Zhao Bowen saw that he was just standing there without reaching out to accept it, and knew that he didn't want to accept it, so he quickly said, "It's just an invitation, it's not a mess."

"What invitation?"

"Looks like an invitation to attend a high school science and technology competition."

Assistant Zhao Bowen frowned and recalled, and saw the emotion on Nan Yirong's face in a blink of an eye, and handed the envelope with a smile, "If you want to know, open it yourself."

Nan Yirong paused for a few seconds, took the envelope, opened it, and sure enough, he saw a few prominent characters on the envelope, which read "Invitation to Attend the Awards Ceremony of the Provincial High School Science and Technology Model Competition Finals".

The time for the finals is set at 14:00 the day after tomorrow, and the venue is the playground of No. [-] Middle School of the city.

This invitation can please him better than the big-name endorsement gift before.

Nan Yirong touched the words on the invitation card, raised his head with some doubts, and asked, "Why does Zhao Bowen have an invitation card for this competition?"

"Brother Wen is also an outstanding alumnus of No. [-] Middle School in the city. The organizing committee sent two invitations. I guess they want to take advantage of Brother Wen's enthusiasm to stir up the competition and attract more outstanding students to participate next year."

This is the star effect. In the 29th century, Nan Yirong often cooperated with the above propaganda.Some unpopular or positive cultures, technologies, and ideas often choose to cooperate with celebrities in order to call on the public to participate.

Because this is a win-win situation, and the target of attracting the public is completed above, and the stars use this to improve themselves.

Such a good opportunity, how many people can't ask for it, so Zhao Bowen gave one of the invitations to himself, which is too generous.

Nan Yirong had a delicate expression, and looked at Assistant Zhao Bowen calmly, "What request does Zhao Bowen have?"

This Zhao Bowen doesn't want to make some unspoken rules, does he?

"No requirement."

Assistant Zhao Bowen heard what he meant, wiped off his sweat and said with a smile: "Isn't this competition aimed at high school students? The young people in the circle don't play well with Brother Wen. Besides, aren't you a student from Dongcheng, Brother Wen?" I think you must understand these things, and he won’t be able to answer them by then, so I hope you can add to them.”

"Okay." Nan Yirong agreed.

He didn't know what the technology model competition was about, but he had an intuition that he could see Ran Yuanxing at the awards ceremony.

After that birthday party, he and Ran Yuanxing haven't seen each other for more than a week.

The young couple in love will have problems if they don't contact each other for a long time. Nan Yirong silently found a reason for himself, and put away the invitation card in his hand carefully.

The afternoon sun was like a forged iron stove, with hot air gushing out.

A group of students waiting for the awards stood on the playground for a while, the sweat on their bodies and faces poured out like a flood from the gate, and a large area of ​​their dry clothes was quickly wet.

The playground radio was playing loud music, and the host and camera were in place, but the six seats on the awarding platform were empty, and no one came for a long time. Many students couldn't stand the heat and began to complain in whispers.

"The award will be presented on time at 14:00 as agreed, and it will be almost 14:10. Will the award be presented?"

"I'm fucking going to heat up, if I get heatstroke after a while, whose fault is it?"

"..."

There was a buzzing noise all around, Ran Yuanxing listened with his left ear coming in and his right ear coming out, his heart had already run a few hundred meters away, thinking about why he suddenly appeared in front of Nan Yirong and gave him a surprise.

Just as he was lost in thought, his arm was suddenly touched.

Ran Yuanxing raised his head.

"Wang Qinghe is talking to you." Gao Sheng who was next to him pouted angrily at him, motioning him to look forward.

Goldman Sachs said that Wang Qinghe was a rich second generation. Relying on some talent, he often looked down on anyone in the training group. He lost to Ran Yuanxing in the individual competition this morning. At first, he didn't believe it. After bribing the referee, when the video of the game came out, he reluctantly shut up.

Ran Yuanxing didn't have a good impression of him, but he still gave Gao Sheng face, followed his line of sight, and sure enough, he saw that it was Wang Qinghe.

Wang Qinghe stood two steps away, smiling provocatively, "Ran Yuanxing, do you dare?"

"What dare?" Ran Yuanxing asked back when he was distracted and didn't hear him.

"Let the award presenters make a fool of themselves."

Wang Qinghe curled his lips, "I received the news in advance that the guests who came to present the awards today are two traffic stars, that's why we made us wait so long. I really don't know what Director Liu thinks, finding two traffic stars to present awards to us. Don’t you want to drop the price? In the past few years, you have been inviting big shots in the industry, why are you inviting two sissies over this time? Is it sensationalism?”

His expression was arrogant, especially when he mentioned the word "star", his contempt was beyond words, as if he was talking about something shady and dirty.

Ran Yuanxing frowned, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard commotion behind him.

Before Ran Yuanxing could turn his head, several girls in the crowd screamed, "Oh my god, it's Zhao Bowen! It's actually Zhao Bowen! Ahhhh, I'm dead——"

Zhao Bowen... Ran Yuanxing thought the name was familiar, and turned his head silently in his heart. Nan Yirong?"

Ran Yuanxing was stunned, and quickly looked over, he really saw Nan Yirong walking in that team.

Because he was the award presenter of the competition, he was dressed in black today, wearing a tie neatly, his hair was styled with pomade, revealing a full forehead, different from the usual cool and youthful look, today's dress is a bit more mature with a sense of abstinence.

As if aware of Ran Yuanxing's scorching gaze, the boy turned his head sideways to talk to Zhao Bowen, but now he turned around and looked over.

The distance that is neither far nor near is just enough for Ran Yuanxing to see himself clearly in his eyes.

Then, the two passed by.

Looking at his back, his body made a judgment before his brain. Ran Yuanxing couldn't help but chase after him. Seeing this, Goldman quickly stretched out his hand and pulled him back forcefully.

Ran Yuanxing was pulled back to his senses by his words, and stood up obediently.

On the awards stage, Nan Yirong sat next to Zhao Bowen under the arrangement of the organizer.

After everyone was seated one after another, the awards ceremony began.

As soon as the radio music was collected, Director Liu took the lead in speaking. He explained the purpose and theory of this competition, and after raising the atmosphere of the competition to the height of building the motherland, he handed over the microphone to Zhao Bowen next to him.