"It won't be upset!"

"It's not that Qingqing lost the election, right?"

"Looking at Lin Murong's expression, there is a great possibility!"

"No, besides Qing Qing, who else might win the election?"

Lin Murong's hand holding the manuscript kept trembling, making the audience and the offline live broadcast bewildered.

It took a long time for Lin Murong to react from a state of shock. He saw his black eyes with glasses squinted, his thin lips moved slightly, and his voice trembled: "The chairman of the 10th Writers Association Conference has been born! We congratulate Qing. Qing won the election with 95 votes and won the chairman of the Writers Association with the highest vote in history!"

When the words fell, the audience was in an uproar.

"What? Ninety-five percent of the votes?"

"Am I wrong? Ten people, she actually got 95% of the votes?"

"Fuck, how is this possible?"

"The highest one used to be only fifteen, but now it's ninety-five?"

Ninety-five percent of the votes represent that out of 100 people, 95 support Qingqing.

Although Dong Yan, who was watching the live broadcast, didn’t know what was so good about the Chairman of the Writers Association, she was shocked when she heard 95% of the votes.

This Qingqing is really amazing!

Although Yimo was a top student in the college entrance examination and got full marks in Chinese, Qingqing is an artist, and it is normal for him to be plagiarized.

So what An Chu said is true?

Dong Yan's face was darkened, her attention still attracted by the live broadcast on the phone screen.

And this scene happened to be seen by Qiao Anchu of Country Y. Although the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, her face was gloomy, black hair and green, very embarrassing!

Qingqing with 95% of the votes is Qiao Yimo?

Ho ho, what international joke Fu Zhiying is making!

All were deceived!

How could someone like Qiao Yimo be Qingqing!

How could she become the Chairman of the Tenth Writers Association!

What the hell!

Watching the live broadcast on the screen, Qiao Anchu told himself over and over again that Qiao Yimo could never be Qingqing.

Qing Qing is definitely not Qiao Yimo!

At this time, the scene of the Writers Association Conference was in an uproar, unprecedented enthusiasm!

Lin Murong stood on the stage, holding the microphone in his hand and said: "Next, please invite Qingqing to come on stage."

When the words fell, there was another deafening applause.

Qiao Yimo sat under the stage, lazily opened his eyes and looked at the old guy on the stage with a helpless expression.

I don't know who Qingqing is, everyone can only look around to see everyone's expressions.

Qiao Yimo slowly got up while wearing a hat, and the camera focused on her in the next second, and then everyone's eyes focused on her at the same time.

The girl looked very young, and everyone present looked at her in surprise.

"What does this girl mean to stand up?"

"Could she be Qingqing?"

"Impossible, Qingqing can't even write, how could it be so young!"

"That's right, Qingqing is already 70 or 80 years old, this girl looks like 20 or so at most."

Qiao Yimo turned a deaf ear, left his seat and walked onto the stage.

Hundreds of cameras were aimed at her at the same time.

Qiao Yimo walked towards Lin Murong, then Lin Murong handed over the microphone, and she took it over.

Wearing a hat, standing lazily, holding a microphone in hand, people can't see clearly, only a pink lips move slightly, "Hello everyone, I'm Qingqing."

The cold and indifferent voice impacted everyone's eardrums in the audience and before the live broadcast. It was highly recognizable, and the voice was extremely young. JrNovels.com