Chapter 82 Chapter 82 Lu Yanbai finds it difficult to describe himself...
Lu Yanbai found it difficult to describe his feelings at the moment, which were very complicated - after seeing the people standing in a row in front of him.
Four guys with weird makeup on their faces were standing obediently in front of the table.
It is hard to say whether he is truly honest or not. All we can say is that on the surface his attitude of admitting his mistakes seems to be quite correct.
Lin Huai had a suicidal look on his face, and Zhou Zhu wasn't much better. He hadn't expected that his second formal entry into the student union would be because of something like this.
The first time was because of fifty trash cans, and it wasn't much better than it is now.
If these two have some sense of admitting their mistakes, then the other two should be much more justified.
Wen Qian, who had already received the mission reward, waved to Zhao Fu naturally when he saw him coming.
The pale face made up almost scared Zhao Fu to death, but fortunately he had prepared himself mentally in advance and recognized the person in front of him after a while.
Wen Qian.
As soon as he saw this person, he had a feeling that no matter what happened, as long as it came from her hands, it was normal.
Zhao Fu soothed his fragile heart and explained his intention: "Wen Qian, the president wants you to come over."
"Looking for me?" Wen Qian was a little surprised. "What happened?"
Zhao Fu said, "Let's wait until you meet the president to find out the specific reason. He probably wants to ask you what you're doing here."
He tried to hold it back, but couldn't help saying, "So why are you hanging out by the window dressed like this, just to scare the students passing by?"
"How is that possible?" Wen Qian denied it.
"I didn't intend to scare the people outside," she said seriously. "I intended to scare the people inside."
Zhao Fu: “…”
When he came in, he did see three students fleeing in panic. Could it be them?
"Why are you..." Zhao Fu subconsciously wanted to ask the reason, but gave up immediately after opening his mouth.
Never mind, if it's her, then any reason is possible.
Let's leave this kind of problem to the president to worry about.
"By the way, does Lu Yanbai want me to go alone, or does he want us to go together?" Wen Qian asked casually.
"It must be... us?" Zhao Fu was stunned. "Are there others?"
Are you talking about the three people who just ran away?
He subconsciously looked back at the entrance, and when he turned back again, he was almost scared to death by the other three people who came out from various corners.
Where did these three come from?!
"Lu Yanbai shouldn't just be looking for Wen Qian, after all, he's looking for the person in the storage room." Loren said with a smile, "Looks like we need to go together."
Zhao Fu: Is this thing actually Loren?
He almost didn't recognize him when he didn't speak.
So why is he here too?
When Zhao Fu, who looked dazed, walked in with the group of four, Lu Yanbai, who was sitting behind the table with a cold expression, fell silent.
Four?
Wen Qian didn't care about his current attire. He raised his hand and greeted Lu Yanbai: "You're looking for us!"
Lu Yanbai's heart skipped a beat. What was he doing?
"Tell me, what do you want to do?" Lu Yanbai sighed, "Hide in the storage room and pretend to be a ghost to scare people?"
He just said it casually. After all, the makeup of the four people in front of him... really looked a bit like ghosts.
But he didn't expect that as soon as he said this, the four people in front of him looked up at him at the same time. Wen Qian's expression was the most obvious, and the words "how did you know" were almost written on his face.
"It seems our plan was very successful." Loren thought thoughtfully, "Even you know about it."
"It's worth celebrating!" He raised his hand and shook it.
Wen Qian understood and high-fived him, showing tacit cooperation.
Lu Yanbai glanced at Loren indifferently.
"Why would you do something like this? Is it just to scare people?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two people in front of him nodded confidently.
"This is our group activity." Loren answered Lu Yanbai nonchalantly.
His eyes fell on Wen Qian, and he suddenly reached out and rubbed the makeup on Wen Qian's face.
The next second, he was hit back with a "bang".
Loren twirled his fingertips, still looking eager to make a move.
"You guys?" Lu Yanbai frowned and repeated in a cold tone.
Loren's expression paused, he looked up at Lu Yanbai, and then chuckled indifferently.
There was a hint of boasting in his tone: "Yes, our group activity."
As he said this, Loren raised his hand and placed it on Wen Qian. Wen Qian didn't react much, as if he was already used to his intimate gesture without any sense of distance.
Lu Yanbai looked at him steadily, then looked away after a few seconds.
"In that case, please submit a report on your activities," he said calmly. "Remember to write the word 'self-criticism' at the beginning."
"Review?"
The members of the Environmental Protection Society, who had not expected this to happen, fell silent.
Wen Qian's expression became serious. He raised his head and knocked down Loren's arm that was on his shoulder. "President, to be honest, all of this was planned by Loren."
Loren, with a smile still on his face, asked: "?"
"Really?" Lu Yanbai's lips curled up slightly, "Then he will be responsible for the review."
The conscience-stricken members of the environmental protection club expressed deep sympathy for Loren, and then abandoned their conscience.
Someone has to take the blame.
Since you want to join the environmental protection club so much, you must first experience the club’s reserved activity - being persecuted by the president.
Using the excuse of needing to wash off their makeup as quickly as possible to avoid scaring their classmates, the members of the Environmental Protection Society quickly left the office.
I don’t know if they ever thought that the purpose of putting on makeup was to scare their classmates when they said these words.
Lin Huai, who still retained a last bit of conscience, silently left a pack of makeup remover wipes before leaving, and then quickly followed Wen Qian's pace.
He didn't dare to slow down for fear that he would be the next one to stay and write a self-criticism.
Only Lu Yanbai and Loren were left in the room, and the cheerful atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Loren walked slowly to the sofa and sat down in a casual manner.
He took out a wet wipe, and the sound of opening the plastic package seemed particularly clear at this moment. His slender fingers pressed the wet wipe and wiped off the paint on his face bit by bit.
"Lu Yanbai." Luo Lun looked out the window and then looked away after a moment. "I think I'm a little in love with her. What do you think I should do now?"
Lu Yanbai paused his pen and looked up at him: "You ask me?"
"We're friends after all, so it's not too much to ask for your advice." Loren tapped the table lightly. "I even shared this with you."
"Really?" Lu Yanbai said in a cold tone, "But I'm sorry, I'm not interested in your affairs."
"Not interested?" Loren chuckled. "Are you not interested in my affairs, or are you not interested in this matter?"
Lu Yanbai slowly raised his head. Loren still had that smile on his face, and seemed not to care much about Lu Yanbai's reaction.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Lu Yanbai put down his pen.
"So what do you want to say?"
"Nothing." Loren raised the corners of his lips, as if he was just chatting casually with his friend.
"I just suddenly remembered this and wanted to tell you about it."
He ignored Lu Yanbai's reaction and stood up and walked outside.
When he reached the door, he paused: "By the way, let's forget about the self-criticism."
He said nonchalantly, "Even if I really wrote it, you probably wouldn't read it."
The footsteps gradually faded away. Lu Yanbai looked at the ink spots on the document in his hand and frowned slightly.
He dialed the number and said, "Zhao Fu, please print out a new copy of the document and send it over."
After hanging up, Lu Yan looked out the window with gloomy eyes.
I'm really not interested - but only in Loren.
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"So is it okay for us to do this?"
"Don't worry!" Wen Qian said, "It's nothing. There's no way he would honestly write a self-criticism."
As for what specific method Loren would use to solve the problem, she didn't care.
"You know me very well." Loren walked over quickly and happened to meet Wen Qian who was about to go home after school.
Walking up to Wen Qian, he looked at her with a resentful tone, "Are you just leaving everything to me?"
"This is a sign of confidence in your abilities." Wen Qian thought for a moment and added, "You can also consider it as part of the assessment."
"Okay." Loren shrugged. "Excuse me, can I get extra points for the test if I send the president home?"
Zhou Zhu was amazed. Looking at the other person's ability to take action, he couldn't help but admire him.
"Wen Qian will definitely not refuse." Lin Huai said slowly, "She has no resistance to free labor."
Players really won't refuse.
Although she no longer needs to carry a stroller to school, there is no need to consume any energy.
But she might encounter a task that requires people along the way. If so, it would be free labor.
The word "free" has a special attack on players.
As for the saying that there is no free lunch in the world and that anything picked up for free is poisonous, she doesn't care about that.
Whether it is poisonous or not, eat it first and then tell.
Loren had sent Wen Qian home once before and had some impression of this road.
When he was not far from the entrance of the community, he subconsciously wanted to continue walking forward, but Wen Qian had already stopped.
"Aren't you going home?" Loren looked at her in surprise.
"No." Wen Qian said casually, "Let's stop here. I'm going to have dinner."
She pointed to a noodle shop on the roadside and said that her 30-day monthly pass had not expired yet.
You can forget anything, but you must never forget to claim the game benefits!
The noodle shop owner was waving at Wen Qian with a bright smile. Loren paused and looked at him thoughtfully.
Why does it look so familiar?
"Of course he looks familiar. You've seen him before." Wen Qian said, "We were in the restaurant before. He was the one who taught me how to cook."
Loren, who had just ordered a bowl of noodles: "..."
It’s like this, and you’re still eating here?
Wait a minute, the staff of the college restaurant also opened a shop outside. How can he handle it all?
Loren, sitting next to Wen Qian with noodles in hand, fell into deep thought.
The noodles looked good, but—Wen Qian’s previous dishes also looked good.
Loren paused for a long time with his chopsticks, not daring to eat.
"Why don't you eat?" Wen Qian looked at him strangely.
"Wen Qian?" A low and hoarse voice sounded behind the two of them.
When Jiang Zhi pushed the door open and walked in, he first noticed the girl with her back to him, and then he saw the person sitting next to her.
"Jiang Zhi, come for dinner too." Wen Qian put down his chopsticks and greeted him with a smile.
Jiang Zhi nodded slightly, his eyes falling on Loren who was sitting next to her.
He paused and said coldly, "Who is this?"
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