"As a century-old prestigious school, Linjiang No.1 Middle School has always been the goal that all middle schools in Linjiang City strive to catch up with. As students of No.1 Middle School, we are proud, but at the same time we should also face up to our shortcomings."

"The editor who suggested this idea wanted everyone to face these shortcomings squarely and help themselves and their classmates to correct them..."

He launched into a long and eloquent speech.

But that voice wouldn't listen to reason at all, "Go to hell! This is so disrespectful to classmates and women, and you're trying to cover it up with some big flag? Aren't you ashamed?!"

Hang Dongxu's expression darkened slightly.

The school newspaper was under the jurisdiction of the student union, and he knew that the student union president had a lot of complaints about the "no salt list," so he stopped the vote on the spot that day.

He had people delete the Wu Yan list poll on WeChat official accounts and forums, but instead had people continue voting on Baidu Tieba.

The purpose, of course, is to completely crush Xie Li, ruin her image, and leave her with nowhere to stay at Linjiang No. 1 Middle School.

He comes from a well-off family, and since becoming the editor-in-chief of the school newspaper, the student union has given him a great deal of autonomy, which has made his confidence grow ever stronger.

At this moment, he was slightly angered by such impolite remarks.

"...Although that was not our original intention, it was indeed our mistake to cause misunderstanding among our classmates." After a moment, Hang Dongxu smiled and apologized politely.

"Actually, we stopped this vote a long time ago. I apologize to all students for our lack of rigor in our work."

"Especially Xie Li, the person involved, I want to personally apologize to you."

He looked up, his gaze behind his glasses precisely fixed on Xie Li's location.

At the same time, Xie Li's face appeared on both projection screens.

A staff member quietly came over, handed Xie Li a microphone, and invited Xie Li to go on stage.

Su Ying snapped, "Damn it, why should she have to go up just because you guys tell Xie Li to?"

The staff member lowered his body, trying not to be filmed, and said somewhat displeasedly, "The editor-in-chief has already invited you, don't you want to respond to this matter?"

Su Ying was so enraged she wanted to massage the other person's face with the sole of her shoe, "You motherfucker..."

"Never mind, I'll go up." Xie Li reached out and pressed Su Ying down.

"It's okay, Brother Li can definitely handle it." The lackey was blindly confident in Xie Li, and even happily took out his phone to record a video.

"I'm going to record all of Li Ge's highlight moments and see those idiots get slapped in the face."

Su Ying: "..." Damn it, what kind of follower did she take in? Is he an idiot?

Ming Xiaoxiao gained immense popularity in the voting, and staff had already taken her to the side of the stage, waiting for her to go on stage and interact with the audience.

Unexpectedly, this turn of events occurred, and with some worry, she stepped forward to meet Xie Li, "Should we go...?"

Someone next to her tugged at her arm, "Are you stupid? What does this have to do with you? You don't even want your goddess medal anymore?"

Ming Xiaoxiao's eyes were firm and her voice was strong: "No! They don't respect Xie Li, I don't need to cater to them!"

On stage, a cold glint flashed behind Hang Dongxu's glasses.

"So, Xie Li isn't going to accept my apology?" he asked with a smile.

Xie Li: "..."

She's so annoying. This guy's smiling face looks like he's deliberately picking a fight. It makes you really want to put a sack over his head.

Xie Li pulled Ming Xiaoxiao away, thought for a moment, and walked to the edge of the stage.

This is just the front of the stage; there are no steps here. The steps to get onto the stage are on both sides.

No one understood why she came here. Was she planning to say a few words to Hang Dongxu in front of the stage to make peace, and not go on stage?