Chapter 171 Poster - Back to 18, I became rich by spending money
I have to say that the student union is very efficient. When Wen Yan returned to the dormitory at night, the group set up by the student union had more than 60 people. Excluding the people from the student union, there were at least 50 people who voluntarily wanted to participate and were interested.
There are only more than 300 students in a grade in the School of Foreign Languages. It is not easy to find more than 50 students who are willing to show themselves. The rest have to be mobilized.
As soon as you join the group, the group asked everyone to note their name and sent a notice to pay attention to the group messages at 8 pm.
Wen Yan looked through the avatars and found she knew quite a few people. It was probably true that birds of a feather flock together, as all the talented students were assigned to the same class. Everyone in their class was more active than the other. Just by scrolling through the avatars, she saw seven or eight familiar ones. Together with the ones in her dormitory, there were more than a dozen people in total.
The group is quite lively now. People have already started chatting before 8 o'clock.
The four people in the dormitory are all in the dormitory at this time, checking messages at the same time. It is a very active time late at night.
They are all at the same level, so it is easy to run into acquaintances, so you can see them from time to time.
“Hey, you’re here too @”
Of course, those who were more informed began to ask in the group who was the person in charge of their School of Foreign Languages this year. After all, this was the same process every year, and those who knew the seniors knew the convention, so some people began to ask, isn't this organized by the Student Union?
There was a know-it-all below who started to explain the information he had received to others.
"I don't know who came up with this idea, but after seeing this notice, I think our school will definitely win this time. After all, the fashion show is really high-end and not at all as tacky as in previous years."
"The head of the School of Humanities has been revealed on Tieba. Who will be the head of our school this year? I'm so curious!!!"
Then sent a screenshot.
Wen Yan looked at the screenshot and her face turned red with embarrassment. The photo plus the introduction looked like a big poster. No way, could someone make a poster for her?
The three of them also saw the message. Chen Yu's eyes suddenly turned and looked at Wen Yan, "Others have it, and our goddess from the outer courtyard can't lose! I'll go find out who has good computer skills and art design, and I'll go and customize one!"
Wen Yan's face was filled with black lines. If people found out that this picture was made in her dormitory, she would be in trouble. "If people find out that you did it, and you live in the same dormitory with me, then it's no different from if it was my own work, okay?"
While the two were talking, Wen Yan saw someone posting his name. He didn't know he was so famous.
Of course, there is no shortage of clever people. Soon, Wen Yan saw a familiar name and posted, "If it's not my sister Yan who wins the Foreign Languages College this year, then it must be a conspiracy. Apart from my sister Yan, I can't think of anyone else in the Foreign Languages College who can compete with me this year."
When Wen Yan saw this message, he covered his face and felt a little ashamed. These words were too hateful. Xu Shao was a show-off. Not only was he high-profile, but he also never forgot himself. I thank him.
But she didn't expect that everyone below would start brushing.
"That's right, I guessed it. I think so too. I can't think of anyone else."
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Everyone knows Wen Yan. He can be said to be the most well-known person in the School of Foreign Affairs this year. He gave a speech representing the freshmen at the opening ceremony, was a hot topic, and had excellent grades. In addition, Wen Yan often attended classes in other majors, so everyone felt that there was no other convincing candidate for the School of Foreign Affairs except Wen Yan.
"Oh, great minds think alike! Wen Yanyan, if you don't ask me to do it, someone else has the same idea as me. Xu Shao sent me a message and asked me for a photo of you. We are going to create a group called the Goddess Fan Club, and he will find someone to make a poster for you. We all said we can't lose, hahaha."
Wen Yan had a headache. If these two people got together, it would be fatal.
Dong Yuan and An Yang joined in the fun after hearing this, "Drag us in too, this is possible!"
Wen Yan gave up struggling and just lay down!
At eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Xiaoyue came out to say hello.
"Good evening, fellow students. I'm Chen Xiaoyue, the director of the Culture and Sports Department of the College Student Union. I'm delighted that so many students are willing to participate in this event. Next, let me introduce Wen Yan, the person in charge of this event. I ask that you all actively cooperate with Wen Yan and work together to create this special stage for you."
"expect!"
“Let’s do our best!”
"I guessed it. I trust Sister Yan's judgment."
After everyone had scrolled through their screens, Wen Yan started sending messages.
"Hello everyone, I'm Wen Yan. I'm very happy for your trust. In the coming days, let's work hard together. Our goal is to be the best in the school this year!"
"come on!"
After reading the group messages, Wen Yan felt like she had made a good start and sent out the content she had edited in advance. "Since it's a show, it definitely has a theme, so our theme this time is 'Facing Your Own Beauty.' We've tentatively set the number of participants at 88, and I'm very happy with everyone's enthusiasm for this event."
If you have suitable candidates, I hope you can mobilize them. Especially male students. Once we have enough people, we can hold an on-site meeting to confirm. We will strive to complete the early preparations for the May Day holiday.
After sending it, the group was flooded with messages, but she didn't read them and got up to wash up.
When she came out, several people were gathered together, discussing what to write on the poster. They were discussing it enthusiastically, and they were trying to put the poster up tonight.
Ignoring them, he went to bed and chatted on the phone with Meng Qinghe for a long time.
As the two were discussing the May Day arrangements, the three people below suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahaha, perfect!"
"Wen Yan, please take a look at the forum. This is the result of the wisdom of more than a dozen people. I guarantee that anyone who sees this picture will become your fanboy or fangirl. It's amazing. We even admire ourselves." Anyang smiled and asked Wen Yan to look at the forum.
"Huh? What's going on?" Meng Qinghe on the other side heard the noise here. It was so lively?
What could Wen Yan say? Say that he has a bunch of bad friends? "It's okay. My roommate made something for me and asked me to go and see it. Can you continue?"
After opening the forum, Wen Yan thought she would have to search for their posts, but unexpectedly, there was a pinned post at the top that read, "This year's most anticipated event is here! A battle of gods!"
It was bright red and bold. Unable to ignore it, she opened it and saw the introduction of this year's team leaders from each department.
The people from each college were exposed, and it felt like there were thousands of people online at the same time on Tieba, all of them posting and commenting on the people selected from each college.
The photos that Chen Yuyan and the others chose for Wen Yan were from their dormitory's private collection. They were taken by Anyang when the freshman representative was speaking. The angle and atmosphere were both amazing. Wen Yan liked them very much, but she never posted them.
I didn't expect them to choose this one.
A young girl, smiling sweetly in the sunshine, stood before the microphone. Her clean white shirt and dainty pleated skirt highlighted her slender waist and straight, white legs. She smiled and gazed forward, appearing pure and extraordinary in the camera's portrayal.
Wen Yan looked at the copywriting on the posters they made for her, and she felt a little embarrassed.
"Ayan, I want an original picture. This picture is good, I like it very much." The voice on the other end was mellow and low, with a muffled laugh.
Wen Yan said she was disgusted, but her hand unconsciously found the photo from the album and sent it to him.
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