Rebirth of the National Male God

The lecturer's mouth trembled with anger.

There were also whispers of other people in the classroom.

"I must have seen the live broadcast of Feather."

"Tsk tsk, I'm so careful, he is obviously trying to steal Xu Wanjun's script and smear His Majesty!"

"Look at how arrogant he is this time, hehe."

"Shut up! Those who don't want to go to class get out--!"

At this time, the interviews with reporters at the gate of Huaxing Art School were still going on. Due to Yuene's sudden and sharp remarks, these reporters restrained a lot, and the questions they asked were no longer so offensive.

"Now that you are very popular, but you haven't come up with a work yet. "The Emperor's Way" has not yet been broadcast, so you will direct and act in a micro-movie by yourself, aren't you afraid of failure?"

Sihuang's answer was: "I won't fail." However, none of the people who heard this answer showed a surprised expression. They seemed to have guessed that she would say so, and no one even showed an expression of obvious disbelief. They didn't even notice it at all, but they were really seen by the audience in front of the TV.

A woman remembered that her face was blushing, and she didn't know whether it was a physiological reaction or too much makeup and blush.

Her voice overshadowed the others, and Sihuang easily captured her position in the quiet.

Sihuang narrowed his eyes and smiled brightly, "I have never regarded Fenghua as an opponent."

This scene was frozen by the camera and displayed in the eyes of all the viewers. It changed the elegant and gentle image of the past. It was arrogant and evil, like a monster. This smile showed white teeth, and the smile was deep and meaningful.

No matter how the reporters understand Si Huang's words and the meaning of this smile, they can't prevent them from gathering here, or the women before the TV series are in high spirits because of Si Huang's smile.

Amid the noise and the sound of taking pictures on the phone, Si Huang finally started to walk forward, and said to the reporters who wanted to ask her: "If you have enough time, you can stay with me the whole time, and you can also help me advertise for free. , thank you." The jokes later attracted laughter from everyone other than the reporters.

Huaxing Art School has a love-hate relationship with Si Huang. They love her for bringing her a higher reputation to the school. They hate her for causing a large number of students to skip classes every time she comes, and for the high workload of the security guards.

Yesterday, Sihuang clearly wrote the recruitment conditions on the campus forum, including the rules and remuneration. With her current popularity, the people of Huaxing Art School are not afraid that she will default on her debts.

Si Huang went to the vice-principal's office first, and found that not only the vice-principal was here, but also three famous professors of Huaxing Art School, as well as the student council president.

"Sit down." The vice-principal was a fifty-year-old man with half-white hair, wearing a dark brown suit, full of energy and stern eyes.

Si Huang walked to the position he pointed and sat down.

The vice-principal said straight to the point: "I have read the email you sent me yesterday. I can agree to your request, but I want a guarantee from you."

"What guarantee?" In front of the vice-principal, Si Huang did not continue to maintain the image of 'Yue' outside, even though she was still dressed in a cool and cool look, clear eyes and low-pitched voice, her style changed instantly. .

The red-eyed arrogant and harmless little black wolf or something, the vice-principal covered his mouth with his hands and coughed lightly to hide his old and not old YY.

A professor thought he was giving himself a hint, so he stood up and handed the documents that had been prepared long ago to the table in front of Si Huang.

Si Huang nodded to the professor, then picked up the document and looked at it, and found that it turned out to be an exam paper.

The vice-principal said, "This is the examination paper for Jinghua University's admissions last year. If you can pass the entrance examination of Jinghua University, I will grant your request."

Sihuang understood his consideration.

A student who transferred from this school to Jinghua University, once he succeeded, it would be a big publicity for Huaxing Art School. For his test, Si Huang felt that it was reasonable. She went to Jinghua University at her age, she was going to go to the university by skipping grades. Even if she studies hard in the future, most people will not believe that she can be admitted to the first university in Kyoto.

Si Huang took out the pen on the table without saying a word, and answered the question seriously.

All the students of Jinghua University understand how difficult the entrance examination questions are. The reason why Sihuang dares to say that she can be admitted to Jinghua University is not only because of the teaching of Xueba Yuen, but also her other spare time efforts. In addition, Jinghua University also has an art school for extra points, and it is also possible to be good at multiple foreign languages. Bonus points, excellent physical fitness can also add points, if she has done so many preparations, it would be unreasonable if she can't get into Jinghua University.

Nearly half an hour passed, Si Huang put down the pen and handed the paper to the vice-principal.

The vice-principal took out the tablet and answered the test paper. A few minutes later, his eyes changed when he looked at Si Huang, "It's amazing."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three professors and the student council president present were more excited than the party Si Huang.

The student council president stood up, "Grandpa, will the New Year's Eve party work?"

"Cough!" The vice-principal glared at her.

The current student council president was still excited and looked at him stubbornly.

"That's what happened." The vice-principal turned his attention to Si Huang, "Si Huang, as a student of this school, since you are leaving, you will participate in this year's New Year's Day party, and preparing a program for the party is like saying goodbye to everyone. is that OK?"

Sihuang smiled, "No problem." Her eyes were soft, and she wore magnificent scarlet lenses, which could not hide the swaying waves, "I once said that this is my starting point, and I am very happy to be with everyone in the school. Acquaintance. Even if you don't tell the deputy school, I will participate."

When the five people present heard her words, their expressions softened, and their eyes looked at her more kindly.

The student council president came over and stretched out his hand, "My name is Zhang Nianmeng, I will assist you in the whole process of recruiting for this school, and I am also the person in charge of planning the New Year's Day party. The most important thing is... I am also your fan, Your Majesty~" The last sentence started When she blinked her eyes playfully, her rigorous style of painting immediately changed.