Seeing this, Xiang Dongliu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He didn't expect that his words had such a deterrent effect.

However, he ignored it and just lowered his head and opened the "Microeconomics" in secret sweat. He took advantage of the time when class was still a few minutes before previewing, and then he immediately called Mu Lingqian and others to leave the seventh day after class.

In the classroom, we moved to Classroom No. 4 where another class was located.

At about ten o'clock, Xiang Dongliu and others finished two classes and had no other courses. So after reading it, it was still early, Xiang Dongliu took the book and went straight to the National Strategy Club.

Just as he passed by the club square, Xiang Dongliu saw that the new recruitment points of those clubs still exist, so he asked Mu Lingqian with a smile: "Do you still want to join other clubs? Why not take the opportunity to sign up for a few more clubs?"

"Yes." Han Ziying nodded in agreement, "Don't Xiaoqian likes to write novels? How about the literary club?"

"...I just like entertainment novels simply." Mu Lingqian smiled embarrassedly, "I am not interested in the ancient poetry and fu, especially classical Chinese, and I feel very irritable."

"Haha, I feel the same way."

Bai Yiyi stretched out her two fingers and shook her smile. Her beautiful and lovely pure appearance made Bai Bingyang dazed and almost hit the wall.

In a short while, Xiangdongliu and his group arrived at the National Strategy Club. At the same time, they also saw the ghost head and several members of the second-level club busy taking up new work, with their faces filled with joy.

"Ghost Head Senior, have you been skipping classes all the time?"

As soon as Xiang Dongliu walked in, he asked with a strange smile: "I don't seem to see you talking about class, and I feel like you don't need to go to class at all."

"...I'm low-key." Guitou said in a dark sweat, "But to be honest, the number of classes in your sophomore year is relatively small, and it's only your freshman year that you are busy."

"Yes, those seniors who are seniors who are seniors in their third and fourth grades have basically no classes." Bai Bingyang nodded in agreement, and soon waved his hand to greet Xiang Dongliu and others to the locker room and said, "When it's still early, it's better to practice together.

Fist and kick.”

"Of course it's OK."

When Guitou heard this, his eyes immediately lit up. Before Xiang Dongliu could answer, he raised his voice to greet the two members of the National Strategy Club and said, "You two, hurry up and take a loudspeaker to the club square. He shouted, just say that Xiang Dongliu, a special martial arts coach during the military training, has served as the president of my country's Art Society and has been teaching "Hunlong Jin" for a long time in the National Art Society. I believe that those freshmen who have not yet learned enough during the military training, There will definitely be a constant stream of arrival.”

"Okay, this idea is good. Maybe sophomore and juniors will join the Chinese Art Club."

The two seniors of the National Arts Society nodded happily, quickly grabbed the speaker on the table and rushed out, almost hitting the door frame because of their rush, causing Xiangdong to sweat continuously.

However, the ghost head seemed to have chicken blood injected, and his excitement still waved his hand and greeted the two members of the National Martial Arts Club again and said, "You two are now responsible for notifying those brothers and sisters who did not attend the venue to come and gather, others

People immediately go to the locker room to change their practice clothes, and our president will soon start teaching "Hunlong Jin"."

“…”

Faced with the situation where the ghost head took action first and then reported, Xiang Dongliu was embarrassed to refuse, so he nodded and walked to the men's locker room with Bai Bingyang and others to change his training clothes. Mu Lingqian and Bai Yiyi, as well as female members such as Han Ziying.

, then went to the women's locker room.

Five minutes later, when Xiang Dongliu and others changed their clothes and came out of the locker room, Cheng Yunfang, who was on the school beauty rankings of the four schools, rushed over after receiving the notice, and then he was very happy to see the situation on the scene.

Zhang Da's tempting red lips and giggled: "You are so fast, your clothes have been changed."

After saying that, her moving eyes turned to Xiang Dongliu. After looking up and down at Xiang Dongliu for a few minutes, she became happier and said: "Student Xiang's training suit is so handsome, it just fits your figure, just like a model.

of."

"Thank you, Student Cheng, please change your clothes quickly, and we will gather together to train together later."

Xiang Dongliu nodded politely and quickly pulled Mu Lingqian to the rest area and sat down and waited.

About five minutes later, other members of the National Strategy Society rushed over one after another, and hurriedly changed their clothes and stood in the huge hall according to the order of height and shortness.

So, seeing that the temperature was similar, the ghost head immediately clapped and laughed: "Dear brothers and sisters of the National Strategy Club, please stand at the speed according to the order of height and shortness. Let us welcome the president with warm applause."

"Smack it."

"Smack and fuck."

Just under a burst of warm applause, Xiang Dongliu walked to the front of the team according to the arrangement of Guitou. He was dressed in noble and elegant, fitting and fashionable and cool yellow training uniforms, which really made many female students feel moved.

stand up.

Especially Cheng Yunfang, her beautiful eyes seemed to be choosing a fashionable new dress that suited her wishes. She kept wandering around Xiangdongliu's body, looking back and forth several times, and each time she felt very satisfied.

Even several male students looked at Xiang Dongliu's model-like figure and were very envious.

"Hello everyone, my name is Xiang Dongliu. I am honored to be liked by everyone and I recommend me to serve as the president of the National Strategy Society."

Xiang Dongliu pressed his hands slightly, and said with a hearty smile on his lips: "Actually, before joining the National Martial Arts Club, I had heard many bad rumors about the National Martial Arts Club, so I knew that the old members of our club had suffered from it earlier.

The bullying of other sports clubs."

"But everyone can rest assured that from now on, with me flowing eastward, other clubs will not be able to step on the head of the National Strategy Society again."

"Of course, our National Martial Arts Society is a group. If I am simply strong, it doesn't count. Only when everyone becomes stronger can the National Martial Arts Society be truly powerful."

"So, I hope that every brother and sister who join the National Art Society can practice well in their future extracurricular life, work hard for the strength of our country's Art Society, and strive to step on other karate clubs, judo clubs, and taekwondo clubs,

Only our country's art society is the only one."

"Smack it."

"Smack and fuck."

As the words fell, Guitou and Mu Lingqian and other members of the National Art Society almost smiled and clapped together, obviously agreeing with what Xiang Dongliu said.

However, just after the applause fell, another disharmonious applause and mean voice rang out.

"Bang."

"Paipa."

"No, good, really good, really good. I didn't expect that the National Stewardship Club, which has been soft and has always had such bold words today, but I just don't know if it would be a bit too much."

“…”
Chapter completed!