“What kind of idiot is this senior? He goes around seducing little girls just because he is a student union cadre. Tomorrow I will show him how to be the president of the student union.”
As soon as Zhou Chao’s story was finished, Ren Ziqiang immediately cursed, then took two puffs on the butt of his cigarette, turned over on the bed, and wrapped his head in the quilt.
But he forgot that it was summer, and wrapping himself in a quilt was actually more uncomfortable than falling out of love.
Ren Ziqiang didn’t last five seconds before giving up. After getting out, he stared at the ceiling for a long time. Finally, he took out his mobile phone and changed his QQ signature.
[I have retired. This retreat is for the rest of my life! ! 】
Zhou Chao took over the conversation at this time: “Speaking of the student union, I just saw a notice in the group saying that the student union will accept new members tomorrow afternoon. Which of you will go?”
“No, I was born to be a leader. I lead others, not be led by others!” Cao Guangyu looked cold and arrogant.
“Lao Jiang, are you going?”
Jiang Qin came out of the bathroom, thought for a while and then shook his head: “If you don’t go, there will be a lot of things tomorrow.”
Zhou Chao pursed his lips: “I heard that the student union at Lin’an University is very prestigious and has great power. Once you become a senior after a year, it will be easy to find a partner in the coming year.”
“Sorry, I don’t need to find a partner.”
Jiang Qin actually meant not to talk about dating dogs, but it made Zhou Chao instantly think of the fairy girl Feng Nanshu, so he retracted his head in despair.
Damn it, you can’t talk to Lao Jiang about your partner in the future, your urine is too yellow and can easily wake you up.
At this time, Jiang Qin rolled onto the bed, turned on his phone, and prepared to set an alarm before going to sleep. He found a pixel penguin in the upper right corner of the screen that was beating constantly.
I clicked on it and saw that it was a QQ message sent by Jiang Tian.
This girl doesn’t know what’s going on, but she just sends a message if she has something to do recently.
Jiang Tian: Classmate Jiang Qin, why do you never chat in the class group?
Jiang Qin: Are there any groups in the class?
Jiang Tian: Yes, you are in there too, but I have never seen you show up.
Jiang Qin: I’ve been too busy recently and don’t have time to look at my phone. What’s wrong?
Jiang Tian: It’s okay. I just wanted to ask you. The Student Union of our School of Finance will select a new director tomorrow. Do you want to join us?
Jiang Qin: I’m not going. I’m not capable enough. What if I’m elected as the president of the student union? I can’t do it.
Jiang Tian sat on the bed in his dormitory, looking at the messages on his phone with disappointment.
At first, she felt that Jiang Qin was a bit lowly. He even envied a three-thousand-dollar mobile phone. He still yelled so exaggeratedly in the classroom and was not stable at all.