The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 333 Professor Antique's Belated Rebellion 37

  Hu Yuanyuan's eyes were filled with resentment and poison, thinking back to what happened that day.

   When she was walking alone in the snack street, the crowd was chaotic, and she felt like she was being pushed hard behind her, her head slammed hard against the iron fence next to her, and she was almost disfigured!

   Later, I investigated the surveillance and found that there were too many people, and there was no surveillance footage of anyone pushing her, so I could only say that I was unlucky.

  How could Hu Yuanyuan swallow this breath?

   Intuition told her that it must have something to do with Ji Ning'an.

   How could there be such a coincidence, Ji Ning'an was injured on the front foot because of her, and she smashed her head when she left the campus on the back foot.

   "Ji Ning'an, wait for me!"

   As long as her father takes action, their father and daughter will definitely not have a good time. She wants Ji Ning'an to taste the taste of humiliation!

  It was a coincidence that Ji Ning'an doubted what he had done.

   After she sent it to Shi Wei, Shi Wei groaned, her mind widened.

  【Last time she used your toothbrush to clean the toilet, and then there were bugs in her cup. Maybe there are some bugs in the dormitory, forget it. 】

  【As a result, this time she suffered almost the same injury as you? ! 】

   Ji Ning'an frowned: [Theoretically, it is like this. 】

  A coincidence is a coincidence, what about two? Or later?

  Monthly income of one million winners in life: [This is more or less a bit of metaphysics, thinking about it is very scary]

  Monthly income millionaire winner in life: [Is it possible that someone in the dark has been spying on you, observing your every move, seeing you being bullied, and helping you avenge and guarding you silently? 】

   Ji Ning'an: "..."

   is not funny at all, really.

   [Novels dare not write like this. 】

   Since the end of the military training, his college career has officially entered into a formal, and he has become a student of the Academy of Fine Arts.

   And after the military training, the election for class cadres will officially begin, and cadres will vote.

   Counselor Zheng Qiling was dressed in formal clothes when she came, with delicate eyebrows and a touch of perfume on her body. She talked and laughed with the students.

   They all felt that it was great luck to have a counselor like Zheng Qiling. I heard that the counselor next door was so cold that he didn't even show his face before the official start of the class.

   Not only that, Zheng Qiling also invited everyone to drink milk tea. Ji Ning'an handled this matter, and Zheng Qiling transferred the money to her on WeChat.

   "It's hard work."

   Ji Ning'an contacted a moderate milk tea shop nearby, communicated with the shopkeeper and all students throughout the process, confirmed the taste, added extra ingredients, and cut the price.

   Finally, she rolled her eyes and spoke to the store manager with a clear voice: "Thank you, Uncle."

   The store manager waved his hand: "It's all students, nothing."

  The milk tea was delivered to the class before the election, and the classmates woah, thank you one after another, and some joked: "Our province is really kind-hearted."

   Then the campaign officially started.

   Ji Ning'an campaigned for the party secretary, she had prepared everything before.

   In addition, he has a scholarly family and a family of teachers. He has held positions in junior high and high school, and has participated in various competitions across provinces and even international aspects.

   Today's election is easy for her, and there is no pressure. She stands on the podium and speaks, calmly and generously.

   Ji Ning'an has been in the attention of people from the time of reporting to the official class. She is the champion of the province, the first love of the nation, and the daughter of a professor. All kinds of auras are superimposed on her body, and it is difficult to even think about it.

  People will always turn their attention to a good and beautiful person.

   Ji Ning'an's eyes were never on the side of the dormitory. She saw more and knew more.

   The result is beyond doubt.

  She was elected as the Party Secretary, and the squad leader is a boy with a cheerful and funny personality. Since the military training, she has attracted the attention of many people, ranking seventh in the province.

   Zheng Qiling added their WeChat, and said a few words casually, her eyes stayed on Ji Ning'an's face for a little more, and she said a word without selfishness.

   "College is not like high school, but hard work is constant."

  Hu Yuanyuan also ran for the party secretary, but because of her previous affairs and her temperament, everyone knew who she was. Except for a few people who were bought and canvassed in advance, no one else chose her.

   "What, isn't Ji Ning'an just relying on some experience? I really don't have the vision."

  Hu Yuanyuan scolded unhappily.

   Zhao Yuxuan echoed her: "Yuanyuan, don't be angry, we still have other opportunities, you can join the student union."

   Does Hu Yuanyuan care about this?

of course not.

   She minds losing to Ji Ning'an!

   She threw the milk tea into the trash: "Whoever likes to drink this broken milk tea, I drink Starbucks!"

   The atmosphere was subtle, and many people looked down on Hu Yuanyuan with a bit of contempt.

  Hu Yuanyuan carried the air of a eldest lady, but she just left.

   This incident made her face to face all day, and she told Ji Ning'an in a strange way at night.

   "Yo, what a big official, amazing, are you going to show up with us in the future?"

   Ji Ning'an half-smiles, looks kind, but feels oppressive: "Just say one more thing, I don't mind letting you experience the beatings of society now."

  Hu Yuanyuan's face froze, afraid of what Ji Ning'an would do, she gritted her teeth and walked away, with even more haze in her eyes.

   Zhao Yuxuan wanted to please both sides, and no one wanted to offend, and said embarrassedly: "Yuanyuan has that temperament, really."

   Wednesday afternoon.

  The classroom was overcrowded and there was a lot of discussion. The three words "shijingnian" could not be avoided in everyone's mouth, which is almost a legend of the Academy of Fine Arts.

   "I was listening to my sister before, I thought that I would meet Professor Shi in military training, but I didn't see anything, and now I can finally see it!!"

   "This is Professor Shi..."

   "Sometimes the photos of my professors were taken secretly by senior sister." The friend was very excited and grabbed Ji Ning'an's hand, "Ning Ning, do you see it?"

   Ji Ning'an paused, remembering the last time he secretly photographed the death scene of the society.

   I still can't figure out how the other party saw her. So far, there is no photo of Shi Jingnian on the phone, so I sighed: "How can I take pictures so that he won't find it."

   "Ah? You can shoot it openly." The friend scratched his head, "Professor Shi never cares about this."

   "He doesn't like being photographed by others." Ji Ning'an said.

   "It's okay, maybe I don't like it, but there are so many people taking pictures of him, and I don't care." The friend looked at the photo and was heartbroken, "How can someone look like this, and let them live."

   Ji Ning'an looked down at the photo, it was what Shi Jingnian looked like in class, and her outline was quite abstinent.

   "Well...it's pretty."

   In other classes, the students always like to sit at the back, and almost no one in the first row cares. This is a good thing. They all came very early, grabbed the seats in the first row, and wanted to clearly witness the prosperity of the world.

   When Ji Ning'an came, only the back row was left. In front of her were Hu Yuanyuan and Zhao Yuxuan, who came very early. In the face of strong competition, she still didn't get the front row.

   Ji Ning'an was shocked when he came in and saw such a row.

  #Too curly too curly

   (end of this chapter)