I have to say, this girl is very similar to Qiao Yimo

If it was Qiao Yimo, how could she come to this event?

Dong Yan felt that her thoughts were absurd, and shook her head quickly.

After a while, the camera switched to Lin Murong again.

"If you have any questions about this, I will announce the start of the campaign."

When the words fell, there was applause from the audience.

Lin Murong stepped off the stage and sat beside Qiao Yimo on both sides of the meeting.

As the election campaign began, committee members also began to vote.

Lin Murong sat next to the girl, covering his mouth and asked in a low voice, "What? How sure?"

Qiao Yimo shrugged, "You mean the turnout rate?"

Lin Murong nodded and said with a smile: "Warm Front Ⅱ is so popular that it is impossible to win the election."

Qiao Yimo was very helpless, "You know, I don't want to win the election." Winning the election will also appear on stage to make a speech and take pictures!

"Your wishes are not important." Lin Murong's mouth twitched, "The main title of the chairman falls on someone else, and I feel uncomfortable in my heart." "Hey." Qiao Yimo leaned on the chair, feeling helpless. .

This old guy is very cunning!

Except for Qiao Yimo and Lin Murong's calmness, there was a lot of enthusiasm on and off the stage.

There are ten authors participating in the election, all of whom are old artists, with extremely obvious personal styles and sophisticated writing. According to the previous selection criteria, the co-chairman will definitely be selected from among these people.

With more than half of the vote, Qiao Yimo's votes are far ahead.

The voices of committee members and other authors continued to be heard from the audience.

"I have to say that Qingqing must be the winner this time."

"Wrong, the "Warm Front II" published a few days ago is more exciting than the first one."

"I have to say that although there are not many works, they are all fine products every year, and books are all hot styles. The efficiency of one book per year is not good."

"Hurt, I heard that she is too old to write, and one book a year is already considered fast."

"Ah! Can't write anymore? Well, it's a seventy or eighty-year-old lady anyway."

"But didn't Secretary Lin go to Qingbei University to invite her? How could it be an old lady?"

"Hurt, those are all rumors. How could Qingqing be so young with such sophisticated writing."

"Tsk, that seems to make sense!"

"Let's look at it later!"

Lin Murong couldn't help laughing secretly when he heard these words.

Qiao Yimo sat aside, quite speechless.

The activities of the 10th Collaboration Conference are in full swing.

And at this time on the other side.

Qiao Anchu kept calling Fu Zhiying, but it was a pity that no one answered.

She was so anxious that she kept spinning in place.

Qiao Anchu now hopes to hear that Qiao Yimo has been dropped out of school, and can't wait for a second.

After waiting for nearly an hour, the phone finally got through, and her hanging heart finally let go.

Qiao Anchu said with joy: "Zhiying, how is it? Has the principal made any punishment?"

Fu Zhiying rubbed her hands, bit her lip and hummed.

When the words fell, Qiao Anchu was overjoyed!

Great, the bitch Qiao Yimo was finally punished, and it was not worth the hour she waited.

Qiao Anchu was so excited that he ignored Fu Zhiying's feelings of loss, and was about to ask the principal what punishment he would make, but was interrupted by Fu Zhiying.

"It was a punishment, it was me and Mengran who were punished!"

Qiao Anchu frowned immediately, wondering: "What? You and Mengran were punished? What about Qiao Yimo?" JrNovels.com