Zhou Mo knew Shen Qingyi's purpose, and she was compensating her in disguise.

But Zhou Mo couldn't be sure whether this was just a false promise.

If Shen Qingyi went to the First Hospital of Dongda University, she would be alone and had to bring people with her. She was the only one with a doctorate, so she had to bring people with her.

Even if Shen Qingyi doesn't give her a guarantee now, she can still go.

Or perhaps, Shen Qingyi made these assurances just to give himself peace of mind.

"Also, I'll give you an extra 2,000 yuan in labor fees this month," Shen Qingyi said.

Zhou Mo reminded: "The labor fee bill was submitted yesterday."

Shen Qingyi was stunned for a moment, "Then it will be open until next month."

"Thank you, teacher," Zhou Mo thanked him politely, but he was not at all willing to do so in his heart.

She would rather not have the two thousand yuan than take on such a thankless job as leading a cheerleading team, where she might even have to face Cong Manyong's deliberate harassment.

When I came out of Shen Qingyi's office, Zhao Xiaoshuang and Ding Ning had already left work.

Zhou Mo packed up his things and left work.

As I walked down the first floor, a voice came from behind me.

"Zhou Mo."

It’s from Manyong.

"Is there something?" Zhou Mo had a cold face and didn't want to pay attention to her.

"Congratulations on becoming the captain of the cheerleading squad," Cong Manyong said with a seemingly polite smile, "This is a job that the college leaders value. If you do well, you might even impress them."

After hearing this, Zhou Mo just wanted to laugh.

"Leading a cheerleading team can impress the leaders, but those teachers who publish papers with impact factors of dozens of points are just eating for free?"

Cong Manyong's smile froze on her face.

Zhou Mo couldn't argue with her and say that it was all her fault. She had no evidence and no confession, which only dragged herself into trouble.

Faced with Cong Manyong, she could only ignore her and walk away.

There is still a long way to go, there will always be a chance to deal with her.

"Let's go," Zhou Mo said goodbye coldly, without any mercy, and strode out of the School of Health Management.

night.

Shen Pan had dinner with his colleagues and said he would be back very late.

Zhou Mo stayed at home alone, feeling extremely depressed.

Even if a horror movie was shown, she had no interest in watching it.

Ding Ding Dong, it’s a WeChat message.

Zhou Mo picked up his phone and took a look.

Han Chen: Why didn’t you speak today?

Zhou Mo is usually the talkative one who takes the initiative to send messages to Han Chen. Today, it is already this time, and Han Chen still hasn't received Zhou Mo's message, so he is naturally suspicious.

Zhou Mo didn't know how to respond.

Han Chen stared at the "typing" icon that was jumping above the phone screen, but no message came after a long time.

He dialed the number directly.

The cell phone rang and vibrated. Zhou Mo was startled by the sudden noise and picked up the phone.

"What's wrong?"

Han Chen: "Shouldn't I be the one asking you? What's wrong? It's been a whole day and you haven't sent me any messages or replied to my messages."

"Oh," Zhou Mo sighed. Just thinking about it gave her a headache. She simply lay down on the sofa. "Today, the leader of our college asked me to lead the cheerleading team for the basketball game, but I don't want to."

"Why do you take it?"

Zhou Mo: "As for that classmate I told you about last time, it was most likely her idea. She's in the Graduate Student Association and a big shot in front of the leadership. I have a lot of things on my plate. I need to revise my junior sister's review, help Liu Kai with data pre-processing, and prepare materials for two projects' mid-term defenses... I don't know which fourteen unlucky little cuties will have to suffer with me."

Han Chen chuckled: "This little thing gives you such a headache?"

Zhou Mo: "What else? Isn't life just trouble upon trouble, trouble upon trouble?"

Han Chen: "That's easy. Can't we just prevent your academy from entering the preliminaries?"

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment: "Qualifying round?"

Han Chen: "Have you not read the promotion rules of basketball games? There are preliminaries before the official game. The winning team advances to the main competition, and the losing team can participate in the revival match. The team with a score difference of 50 points is directly eliminated."

Zhou Mo suddenly realized.

The basketball games held by the school are not really professional basketball games like the league. The school's basketball games are more of a performance nature and are mainly for the leaders to watch.

With so many colleges and so many teams, it is natural to select the strongest team and play the most exciting game for the leaders.

You can't let the boss watch weaklings fighting each other, right?

This requires screening out strong teams as quickly as possible, and the fastest way to do this is to draw lots and hold promotion matches.

"That's easy to say, but how can you guarantee that our school will be eliminated in the preliminaries?" Zhou Mo felt that the conditions for eliminating the School of Health Management were very harsh. "First, we have to draw a strong team. Second, that strong team has to open up a 50-point gap with our school. Finally, we have to make sure that our school hasn't colluded with the opposing school to deliberately let us win."

No matter how I think about it, it seems impossible.

Han Chen: "Your college is competing with the First College of East China University. Who do you think will win?"

Zhou Mo said without hesitation: "Our college will definitely be eliminated."

She has watched the training matches of the First Hospital of Southeast University twice. The players in the team are tall and skilled, and they are more than capable of defeating the team put together by the School of Health Management.

Han Chen: "Then let your college fight against the First College of East China University."

Zhou Mo: "That's easy to say, but you can participate in the competition and manipulate the competition, and you can also manipulate the draw?"

Han Chen: "How do you know if you don't try?"

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment, "You're not... serious, are you?"

Han Chen: "Wait for my news."

…

We had to wait three days for this news.

Three days later, it was time to draw lots to decide the matchups.

It is said that the drawing of lots is done by teachers from the School of Physical Education of Dongjiang University, and the order of the preliminaries will also be decided at the same time.

Zhao Xiaoshuang muttered, "It would be best if we were drawn into the first match, then meet a strong opponent and get eliminated directly. That way you wouldn't have to prepare that crappy cheerleading squad."

There will be no cheerleading if there are no leaders present at the qualifiers.

"I hope so," Zhou Mo said.

Except for the School of Health Management, no other college can make students focus entirely on their own college.

The draw results had not yet come out when Han Chen sent her a message.

Two words - "Done".

Zhou Mo’s shocked face: Is this true?

Han Chen didn't reply again, probably because he was busy again.

Ten minutes later, the graduate students were in an uproar.

Zhao Xiaoshuang said excitedly, "I'm the first one! And my opponent is from the First Hospital of Dongda University!"

Zhou Mo opened the group message and saw many classmates sending screenshots of the game schedule.

She zoomed in with two fingers, and the first line clearly read "School of Health Management vs. First Hospital of Southeast University".

Zhao Xiaoshuang asked, "I wonder how strong the team from the First Hospital of East China University is? They're just a bunch of doctors, and they're so busy all day, I guess it's hard for them to put together a team."

Zhou Mo reminded: "They have the most male instructors in all the colleges of Dongjiang University, dozens of times more than us."

The light in Zhao Xiaoshuang's eyes quickly returned. "It looks like our school is going to fail in the first round."