752: C752 The Strongest in the World of Posturing

C752 The Strongest in the World of Posturing

"Hello, who is this?" Zhou Rann's voice came through the phone.

"Hello, Principal Zhou. I am Qin Luo." Qin Luo said with a smile.

Qin, Qin Luo?

Upon hearing Qin Luo's words, Zhou Rann's body stiffened. He had never thought that Qin Luo would call him.

A few minutes later, Zhou Rann calmed himself down. A faint smile appeared on his face. "Qin Luo, what's the matter?"

"It's like this. Principal Zhou, I have something to ask you."

"What is it? Just say it."

"Do you know who my dad has met recently?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.

Qin Lin?

Upon hearing Qin Luo's words, Zhou Rann understood.

He was sure that Qin Lin had already talked to Qin Luo over the phone.

Qin Luo must have been called back by Qin Lin.

"Are you curious why Qin Lin called you back in such a hurry?" Zhou Rann did not answer directly, but asked with a smile.

"Uh... Nothing can be hidden from the principal. Does the principal know the reason?"

"This morning, the principal of each school almost broke your door. The gifts they brought were enough to form a mountain, and they only had one request. They want you to give a speech at Beishan to participate in a cultural performance. Last lesson... " Zhou Rann said with a smile.

... ""

Qin Lin sold himself just like that?

At this moment, Qin Luo felt like he had just f * cked a dog.

"By the way, Qin Luo, when are you going back to the Northern Mountain?" Seeing that Qin Luo didn't reply for a long time, Zhou Rann asked with a smile.

When will you return?

Qin Luo did not answer in a hurry. He thought for a moment in his mind and organized his recent work. Then he said, "The day after tomorrow. Come back in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."

The day after tomorrow!

Zhou Rann deeply remembered this time. He said with a smile, "Ahem, Luo, the principal is here to ask you something."

"Please speak, principal."

"The day after tomorrow is the anniversary of the establishment of Fourth Middle School. Can you come and participate? " Zhou Rann said slowly.

The anniversary?

Hehehe...

The corner of Qin Luo's mouth twitched, and he almost stopped breathing.

As a native of the Northern Mountain, and a student of the Fourth Middle School, Qin Luo had a very deep understanding of the history of the Fourth Middle School.

The celebration of the Fourth Middle School was clearly in June!

And now, it was only March. What kind of school anniversary was this?1

No matter if it was the official calendar or the agricultural calendar, they could not match up!

"Principal, isn't the school anniversary of our Fourth Middle School supposed to be in June?" After hesitating for a while, Qin Luo asked.

"June is too long. I have brought it forward. It is a good day to raise the head of the dragon in February." Zhou Rann's face was not red, and he said while breathing.

The dragon raised its head! It had something to do with the f * cking school anniversary!

Forgive Qin Luo for not reading enough, but Qin Luo really did not understand the relationship between the two!

"Can you tell me in detail what is the relationship between the two?" Qin Luo suppressed the twitching of his lips and carefully probed.

Relationship? Hehe...

Upon hearing Qin Luo's words, Zhou Rann chuckled and said in a clear voice, "It's very simple. You think I'm the principal? I have the final say in the Beishan Fourth Middle School."

"The second month of February is a good day. I believe no one will reject it."

... "" Qin Luo's mouth twitched. For a moment, he was unable to say anything.

I am the one in charge of my territory. Do your family know that you are always pretending to be cool?

After a long while, Qin Luo finally recovered from his daze. He held his tongue and said, "You are really awesome."

"Generally, I am the third most powerful person in the world. Compared to you, I am still a long way off." Zhou Rann's smiling voice came from the phone.

From this moment on, this bookworm admits that you are the strongest in the world of posturing!

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