The female anchor continued: "Next, the reporter from the front of my station will bring you some information about the film and television actors of the Royal Film Company. Please wait and don't walk away."

Tan Qingkai went forward with his bowl and turned off the TV. The classmate said, "Hey, don't turn it off! You guys are so arrogant on TV. He actually blackmailed and interviewed reporters in front of the camera. It's so awesome! Looking at me, I will definitely be punished by the teaching department to kill the chicken and warn everyone. He is so stupid. Even if he blackmails, he can't come in front of the camera. I'm not all recorded. I'm really brain-related."

The otakus in front of the TV looked at each other: "Brother Jun, are you really exposed?"

Then the classmate saw Song Baojun who was surrounded by the crowd and said, "Classmate, you look so familiar! Where have we seen him before?"

"Just just made the news."

"Oh, you are the stupid ones who blackmailed the reporter..." The classmate's face suddenly turned pale when he was halfway through his words.

Song Baojun took a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth and said, "I dare to blackmail reporters in front of the camera, and I dare to hit you in front of the five hundred fellows in the canteen."

"Big, brother, don't, don't interfere, me, I'm joking!" The classmate was so nervous that he was sweating.

Tan Qingkai likes to do things that are fake and powerful, and shouts: "I go to the convenience store to bring a box of beer and I just pretend that this has never happened!"

So the Otaku Brotherhood members enjoyed a box of free beer.

Several people discussed whether they wanted to go to the TV station to appeal and protest. However, the relationship was limited, so they couldn't explain the reason.

As soon as I opened the first bottle of beer, the urgent phone ringing rang, and it was an unfamiliar number.

Song Baojun thought for a while, pressed the answer button, and asked, "Hello, I am Song Baojun."

"Song Baojun, I am He Jianmin!" A majestic and angry middle-aged male voice rang out loud: "Song Baojun! What's your name? You're throwing it on TV! Do you think our Chinese department has too few scores this semester? Tell me, what do you mean? If you don't want to study, just say it earlier and don't implicate other people in the Chinese department!"

Tea school strictly formulates a scoring system for the school management. Each department has corresponding scores with the occasion and will give rewards or deduct points based on the usual performance of teachers and students. The evaluation is conducted at the end of the period. The leaders of the department with the least score must review the school leaders. In severe cases, bonuses will be deducted or transferred from the position.

Song Baojun's bad extortion was exposed by the TV station, and the impact was extremely bad. I think the Chinese department was deducted five points and ten points and couldn't escape.

The roaring sound penetrated the radio waves and shocked everyone's eardrums, and Song Baojun had to move the phone away from his ear for half a meter.

"I think you don't cry until you see the coffin, right? You have violated school rules and regulations many times and have not changed your teachings. Are you still a good look of college students in the new society?"

Seeing Director He calling in without any discrimination, he cursed. Song Baojun shrugged helplessly to everyone around him and said sincerely to the phone: "Yes, yes, I am guilty, I will review."

He Jianmin became even more furious when he heard this and shouted: "Are you guilty? What are you guilty? Let me be honest, I have seen many lazy students like you for decades. After leaving society, no one has become a talented person. He either goes to prison or stays on the streets, or he will receive four or five hundred yuan in relief funds to make a living. Even if he is ten years old, he can't even marry his wife!"

Everyone who listened to the audience laughed bitterly when Brother Jun was scolded so hard. Song Baojun said again: "Yes, yes, Director He is right."

"Yes! Yes! Why didn't you say the right thing about extorting TV reporters in the morning?" He Jianmin said angrily: "Now! Come to my office to explain the situation and explain the problem, otherwise you will be fired!"

Song Baojun expected that the department director was not qualified to fire the students at will, and smiled and said, "Immediately? Director He is too anxious. I am accompanying my classmates to drink, so I really can't get away. Why don't you come here to have a drink? I just blackmailed another classmate and I don't need any money."

He Jianmin hung up the phone without saying a word.

After dinner, Song Baojun received a call from Liu Xiyue, asking him to go to the No. 1 auditorium in the East Campus to rehearse immediately.

At yesterday's boys' party, Liu Xiyue forced Song Baojun to nod and agreed, and immediately signed up for the program for him, and no one could refuse.

The party will start tomorrow, and tonight will be the last rehearsal. Except for Class 1, Grade 2 of the Chinese Department, most of the other classes have conducted more than three or five rehearsals. Due to Liu Xiyue's face, the organizer allowed her to delay until now to apply for the program.

Song Baojun hurriedly took a shower and changed his clothes. He was still the white shirt, black trousers, gray jacket. He was vulgar, but it was already his most neat outfit.

The otaku collected a lot of money, but was still poor. He sent two thousand yuan to his divorced aunt and sponsored two thousand yuan to his poor junior sister Mai Xuanlin. He went home on the weekend to buy things for his parents, and bought a lot of gifts to please his sister. In addition, he usually ate and drank, invited all his compatriots in the dormitory. He was so proud that he quickly spent all his savings, but he didn't even make up for a new piece of clothing.

Liu Xiyue waited at the entrance of the auditorium for a long time. When she saw Song Baojun riding a mountain bike, dressed up in a cowardly manner, she was furious and said coldly: "Hey, are you here to beg for food?"

Song Baojun couldn't touch his head: "Where did I mess with you? Why did this crazy woman scold anyone when she sees people?"

Liu Xiyue stared at him and said, "I know what you meant when you dress like this today? Isn't it that I'm embarrassed?"

Song Baojun suddenly realized and said, "I know, so I wore the best clothes in my life."

"Just like you are a typical township cadre? If you don't have a good attitude in the future, you won't need it." Liu Xiyue hugged her hands and sneered constantly.

"Stinky lady, you cried and begged me to come yesterday. What does this mean now?"

"What does it mean? I can't make you look handsome at all? Look at you, where is your taste? Where is your style?"

"Who doesn't like to wear good-looking clothes? The problem is that I don't have money and can't afford it."

Liu Xiyue remembered that Song Baojun had never been as slim as he could not keep up with the times. She slowly calmed down for a moment and said, "I won't say it earlier if I don't have money. I'll take you to buy clothes tomorrow. I must ensure that this performance task is completed successfully."

"Sister? You are obviously several years younger than me."

Liu Xiyue straightened her chest: "How about I want to be my sister? Are you biting me? Do you scream?"

"Die!" Song Baojun waved his hand impatiently in Guo Degang's tone, thinking that he would be quarreling with this crazy woman endlessly. He pushed the car to the side of the road and locked it.

He notified the student union cadres who organized the party, and the two got into the backstage.

There were more than 100 departments or classes in the school to apply for forty programs, including several classes who jointly applied for it. Some of the most unpopular departments gathered together to register for one of the most literary students in the school. The program of the School of Broadcasting, Conservatory of Music and other art majors accounted for one-third, while the School of Mechanical Engineering only had two programs: chorus and mechanical dance, and the chorus was eliminated in the rehearsal of the previous few days.

The backstage was messy, all of whom were preparing to take the stage. Ballet dancers wearing heavy makeup and white tights roared by in groups, attracting the boss's hungry gaze. The boys who practiced mechanical dance were united in black jackets and jeans, and were talking about cooperation. When they saw Song Baojun appearing at the door, they immediately looked at him with bad eyes.

Since Xu Yanyong was sent to the hospital without any punishment, the Otaku Army has become the public enemy of all the boys in the School of Mechanical Engineering.

The performers were still memorizing lines, while the group dancers were pressing their legs, and the scene was filled with a tense atmosphere.

With his identity as the deputy director of the Student Union's Life Department, Liu Xiyue easily helped Song Baojun find a corner to rest.

As soon as his butt was touched on the bench, the crazy woman's stern voice suddenly rang: "What did you just watch randomly? The ballet dancer is worth your eyes so straight?"

Song Baojun dug out his empty pockets and only took out an old-fashioned aluminum-shell kerosene lighter, "Are you annoying? Go, buy a pack of cigarettes for your brother."

"You are crazy and call yourself brother. I'll call you sister and buy you cigarettes."

"It's okay if you don't help, brother has a way."

Song Baojun got up and walked into the group of students in the philosophy department who were rehearsing tenor quartets. He first discussed with everyone the topic of whether aesthetic values ​​should tend to be subjective or objective, and then left a question for everyone.

"One grain of millet obviously cannot form a pile of grain. If one grain of millet is not a pile, then two grains are not a pile of grain. If two grains are not a pile, then three grains are not a pile of grain... If ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety-nine

"It's a pity that you don't go to be a liar in the world." Liu Xiyue's eyes were very complicated, as if she saw a weasel who was paying New Year's greetings.

"Exceeded awards and more awards."

Song Baojun picked up the cigarette and was about to light it when a senior brother wearing a red armband suddenly came out and shouted: "Classmate, fireworks are strictly prohibited in the auditorium. Do you understand the rules?"

Then Liu Xiyue watched Song Baojun guess the major, hometown and family of the senior brother, and then analyzed the employment situation in today's society and his own excellent conditions. The senior brother couldn't stop smiling, and before leaving, he stuffed a box of Marlboro for Song Baojun.

Liu Xiyue could no longer suppress her curiosity and asked, "How do you see that that guy is studying applied chemistry. His hometown is in Jinshan Province and he has a younger brother who has not been to high school at home?"

"Call me brother." Song Baojun looked like a fortune teller in his eyes.

"I don't want to call you. If you don't want to say it, I don't want to hear it either."

Song Baojun took a puff of cigarette and said proudly: "There is a string of sputtering water droplets on the back of his left hand. The traces are fine and burned by corrosive liquids, which may be hydrochloric acid or concentrated sulfuric acid. The traces are very new, and they should be left accidentally when doing experiments. Only those who use chemistry majors often use concentrated sulfuric acid for experiments."

Liu Xiyue raised her head without realizing it, like a good student asking for advice, and asked again: "How do you know that his hometown is in Jinshan Province?"
Chapter completed!