131: C131 What Does It Have to Do with Me

C131 What Does It Have to Do with Me

In Jianghua Private High School, in front of the Grade 12 teaching building, a group of students were busy.

On the stone floor in front of the teaching building, there was a messy pile of items. Mineral water, coke, towel, and other items were piled up like a mountain.

A few student union officials dressed like elites in black suits were comfortably sitting on stools, directing more than a dozen volunteers to move the items from afar.

These volunteers were all 'voluntarily registering' from the various classes in the third year. Actually, they were all voluntary, and were all arranged by the class's person-in-charge by name. Because it was the student union who came forward to recruit volunteers this time, none of these honest and honest students dared to complain.

Even though they were sweating profusely at this moment, the group of student union officers were sitting on stools and drinking their drinks comfortably. They did not dare to say a word.

This was because the students had absolute authority over the management of the students. These volunteers understood that if they dared to disobey them, the student union would punish them at any time. This punishment would be recorded in the file. If the situation was serious, it might even affect the registration of the university.

People who were under the roof had no choice but to lower their heads. Therefore, even if the students had many excessive requests, these students would still grit their teeth and do it.

As the student council secretary, Zhao Zheng had always been the assistant of the vice president of the student council, Wang Xiaofu. This afternoon's martial arts exchange performance was hosted by him and Wang Xiaofu.

As a top three good student in the eyes of the teachers, and as a student who had won the first prize in the Jiangbei Olympic Mathematics Competition a month ago, he became more and more arrogant. He even called the students from the school over, as if he was using servants.

"Zhang Wei, what are you dilly-dallying for? Hurry up and move the drinks to the sports stage! If you delay the performance of the martial arts school, I will make sure you will not be able to bear the consequences!"

"And the few of you! Go to the stage and help arrange the stage. Zhang Wei can finish moving these drinks by himself."

Zhao Zheng, whose hair was covered with hair gel and his hair was black and shiny, ordered the busy volunteers mercilessly.

The student called Zhang Wei's face fell when he heard that. He muttered a few words and quickly picked up the box of mineral water and ran towards the sports field.

"You smelly loser, the one who bullied you is you!"

Seeing Zhang Wei's respectful manner, the student council secretary became even more arrogant.

At this moment, a cold female voice sounded.

"Little Zhao, have you distributed all the drinks?"

The person who came was Wang Xiaofu, who was wearing a tight female suit and standing on a three-inch tall heel.

Seeing this beauty who was second only to the three campus belles, Zhao Zheng suddenly became energetic. He instantly stood up from the stool and took the initiative to hand a bottle of iced Coke to Wang Xiaofu with great eyesight.

"Sister Xiao Fu, don't worry. It will be done soon. With me around, you can be at ease."

Wang Xiaofu giggled when she heard that and casually took a few sips of the Coke. Zhao Zheng looked at the beauty in front of him who looked like a cold and aloof CEO. He could not help but secretly size up Wang Xiaofu's long and snow white neck. He could not help but swallow his saliva.

After drinking two mouthfuls of drink, Wang Xiaofu casually threw the drink to Zhao Zheng. Her eyes, which were painted with eyeshadow, slowly swept across the group of busy volunteers. She did not find the person she was looking for. Wang Xiaofu's face, which was painted with mature makeup, suddenly turned cold.

"Where is Meng Ran from the Grade 12 Class 5?"

Wang Xiaofu spoke coldly, as if she was counting the sharp blades of wind in the cold sky. Zhao Zheng, who was standing beside her, suddenly felt a wave of pressure. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he explained, "He hasn't come yet."

Wang Xiaofu heard this and instinctively looked down at her watch. When she realized that there was less than a minute left, the corner of her mouth immediately raised into a meaningful smile.

Then, with graceful steps, she slowly sat on the stool, "Is there anyone else that hasn't come?"

Zhao Zheng said respectfully. "Sister Xiao Fu, other than the Meng Ran from Class 5, the rest of the volunteers are all here."

Wang Xiaofu sneered and said, "Good, Meng Ran. You didn't even listen to my student union's words. If I don't give you a big punishment this time, I won't be called Wang Xiaofu!"

Zhao Zheng, who stood respectfully beside Wang Xiaofu, stole a glance at Wang Xiaofu's cold expression. He had already made up his mind to take care of this loser on behalf of his goddess.

When the busy volunteers heard the words of the beautiful vice president of the student union, they began to mourn for Meng Ran in their hearts.

At this moment, a frivolous voice was heard clearly.0

"What does it have to do with me whether you are called Wang Xiaofu or not?"

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