The God-level Scholar of Agent Rebirth

Chapter 259 Winning Honor for the School

"Those talents in Class S haven't exerted their strength yet. How many times have President Mo Xi and Chu Tianjiao won the first place in their grades? Do you think you can just stay in our class at the end of the crane and rely on a little self-study? Casually surpassing others? The college entrance examination is half a year away, and you will suffer after that." Cheng Xiaocheng said coldly, ringing his chest.

The classmates next to her also agreed with her, and couldn't understand Midsummer Ye very much.

Sheng Xiaye didn't care to talk to her, and answered while walking, in a flat tone, "The one at the end of the crane is Class X, it's you, but not me."

"You!" Cheng Xiaocheng roared angrily.

The classmate next to her immediately cheered her up, "Chengzi, we can't have the same knowledge as this kind of country bumpkin. Next time you take the exam, pass her and let her learn a lot."

"Shut up, you!" Cheng Xiaocheng was even more angry, and gave her a shudder, "Is this something I can pass the exam if I want?"

She knew in her heart that she just had a mouthful.

After all, Mo Xi and Chu Tianjiao didn't only lose to Sheng Xiaye once, but this guy's test scores were mediocre before, so he deliberately pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger.

Thinking of something, Cheng Xiaocheng squinted her eyes in doubt, "She was born in a rural area, and she has never received any special education since she was a child, let alone extracurricular tutoring. She has both academic performance and music. She can do everything. Could it be that she is a talent?"

The classmate shook her head, "She is possessed by a ghost!"

"Get out!" Cheng Xiaocheng rolled her eyes, she was still mentioning such an old post on the forum, Cheng Xiaocheng never believed in those ghosts and gods, anyway, this midsummer night is not a fuel-efficient lamp, as long as she maintains a relationship with Jiang Ye , she can turn a blind eye, but if she continues to entangle with Jiang Ye, then don't blame her for being rude.

"Xia Ye, the previous music competition is about to start, and our school has selected several, which is a great thing." The director smiled brightly.

At first, I held a prejudice against Midsummer Ye, but later she shined repeatedly, and with Gu Fengchen as a big backer, the director now not only admires and loves her, but also has a little more fear, so when talking to her, he is always polite with a smile.

Sheng Xiaye asked calmly, "What does the director want to say?"

The director laughed, "Your score is not bad, so the school hopes that you will represent the school to participate in this program and bring us some good rankings. We also hope that you can live up to expectations and work hard."

Sure enough, there is nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall.

Sheng Xiaye replied with a half-hearted smile, "I'm sorry, Director, I have a heavy study task during this time, and I don't have time to participate in extracurricular activities."

The director's expression froze.

Obviously, she didn't expect her to refuse so decisively.

Just before he came, the school leaders sat together and watched her previous performance videos, as well as the performances that she went to audition on the show. They all praised her, so they also gave the director a task. Midsummer night, she must be on the show!

"Study is of course the most important thing, but you are participating in the competition for the school, which is equivalent to earning honor for the school. This is a very glorious and proud thing." The director saw that her expression was calm, He added, "Of course, this show is definitely not for nothing. If you get in the top ten, the program team will have a bonus of 2 yuan. Of course, the higher the ranking, the more you will get, especially if you win the championship."

When it came to money, Midsummer Ye's expression changed. She turned her eyes away from the scenery outside the corridor and turned to look at the potbellied director of the Mediterranean, "How much is the champion?"

The director showed her five fingers.

"Fifty thousand?" Sheng Xiaye frowned.

The director waved his hand and explained with a smile: "50!"

Midsummer Night is a little interested.

"More than that, Xia Ye, the director also opened up with you and told you to keep it from you. The school plans to hold an art class within a year. At that time, it will recruit many students who like art, such as painting, singing and dancing. Come in, and you, as long as you shine in this show, you will be our school's golden signboard, and you have given the school good looks, and the school will naturally not treat you badly!"

Seeing that this matter has some clues, the director smiled and said, "At that time, the school will give you an extra 20 yuan in scholarships. Even if you graduate by then, our school will print your photo on the brochure when recruiting students as an outstanding student. Senior sister showed your glorious deeds to those freshmen, how good it is! This is because the school takes special care of you."

Hearing this, Midsummer Ye mocked softly: "20 for the portrait right of my pretty face."

Wishful thinking is really good.

"What did you say?" The director didn't hear clearly, so he moved closer.

Sheng Xiaye immediately raised his head, and the back of his head hit the director's chin. He leaned back with his chin and almost fell.

"Are you all right, Director?"

The director hurriedly shook his head, straightened his chin, and said, "I will register with the program group the day after tomorrow. You still have time to think about it, so don't worry."

"Don't think about it."

Sheng Xiaye looked at him, her tone was neither urgent nor slow, she always had such an indifferent temperament, it seemed that even if the sky fell, it wouldn't cause any disturbance to her, the director looked at her with some doubts, and she said: "I'll go."

She has taken all the money.

Not far away, at the corner of the stairs, Chu Tianjiao heard this series of conversations.

She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth in anger.

If she didn't sign up for the music show last time, how could it be her turn to go to the show on Midsummer Night to show off?
Thinking of something suddenly, she smiled lowly, her smile was a little scary.

……

Two days later, Midsummer Ye reported to the TV station as scheduled.

She got up in a hurry in the morning, didn't have time to eat breakfast, grabbed her hair casually, and came here wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts. Pushing open the door of the coffee shop, she looked at the poster in the distance, wondering whether to eat a croissant or Egg toast.

Today may be a day spent in the program group, so I still have to eat a good breakfast.

As a result, as soon as she entered the door, there were a few girls staring at her in the distance without blinking. She was standing in front of the bar to order, and a girl asked in a high voice: "Hey, that Jiwotou in a T-shirt, you are also here to participate in the show." Players? Which company's trainees wear such shabby clothes?"

Midsummer Night ignored it.

"How much is this egg toast, and then a cup of thickened American style without sugar or milk?" Midsummer Ye dug out his wallet.

The waiter quoted 59 yuan.

Sheng Xia Ye hummed, but rummaged through the canvas bag for a while, but couldn't find the wallet.

"Hahaha, I said he looks like a pauper."

"There is a pancake stall in the back street. How much is it? Probably two or three yuan. Hurry up and spend there. Don't be ashamed of coming to such a high-end coffee shop."

The waiter saw that there were still people queuing up at the back, and said politely, "Miss, WeChat and Alipay are all available. If it's really inconvenient, I'll cancel the order for you and let the customers in the back order first."

The TV station is located in the downtown area, surrounded by high-end office buildings. There are not many people eating in this coffee shop, but most office workers bring coffee and breakfast to go. At this moment, the queue has already reached outside the door.

"Excuse me, WeChat."

Sheng Xiaye was pulling out her cell phone when she realized that there was a hole in her canvas bag.

(End of this chapter)