Xiao Yunhe was amused and crying, but he was afraid that he would go back on his word.

Jiang Yuan stared at Xiao Yun and WeChat’s personal page. His avatar was a picture of the queen of web games. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a strong aura of dominating the world. His nickname was Yong'an.

For some reason, he felt that the image in the photo was very consistent with Ye Ling.

But it looks familiar, and seems to have seen it somewhere.

"Are you playing King of Glory?"

Xiao Yunhe was stunned for a moment: "No play."

This is a very popular game right now. Xiao Yunhe has heard of it, but she has never played it.

Knowing that he was referring to the avatar, Xiao Yunhe smiled and said, "I accidentally saw it online and used it as avatar."

As for the name, my uncle took some effort to choose a title for her. Yong'an, Yong'an, I hope that she will have a peaceful and joyful life, without illness or worry. The love of her elders for her is condensed in this short title.

My mother called her nickname An An, and her cousin, grandmother and uncle kept calling her like this.

Although she came to another strange world, she didn't want everything that once belonged to Princess Yong'an to disappear, which is also a souvenir.

"Will you go back to school in the afternoon?" Xiao Yunhe asked.

Since the last exam, Xiao Yunhe has never seen him at school. If you fish for three days and have two days of online sex, it will be a problem to take the college entrance examination. However, if you have a deep background, university will probably not be important to others.

"In the afternoon, the student union campaign, I want to exercise my power."

Xiao Yunhe couldn't help laughing when he was serious. He was missing when he was in school and was more active than anyone else when he was voting.

"Boss." The monkey walked in and stood outside the pavilion and shouted.

"I'll wait for you at the school gate after school." Jiang Yuan left this sentence and left.

"This person is a bit interesting." Ouyang Yi glanced at Xiao Yunhe, and his smile was meaningful.

Xiao Yunhe stood up and walked out: "I'm back to school."

At 2 p.m., the election of the student union president was held in the school auditorium.

The school auditorium is the latest construction by the school leaders and can accommodate more than 1,000 people. Usually, any major event in the city will be organized by the school auditorium.

The election of the student union president in the fifth high is a major event every year. It started to warm up two months in advance. The whole school participated in the voting. This year, it was a jury to show justice, and the situation was even bigger.

The three grades were divided into three areas, just filling the venue, and the black and white were full of people.

After the students were full, the teachers also appeared one by one, with seats.

The principal and vice principal also appeared. Then he walked in. A young and beautiful woman was wearing a professional attire, tall and convex, with long hair tied a loose ponytail behind her head. Her facial features were not very outstanding, but her eyebrows were beautiful, she was very attractive, and her temperament was gentle, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

As soon as she appeared, the cheers at the scene became much louder, and the shouts were basically all boys, which felt like a star chasing scene.

Xiao Yunhe thought for a long time but didn't expect who this person was.

"Wow, it's Teacher Shen. I heard that she went abroad for further study before, but I didn't expect she was back." Xiao Yun and Zhao Wanwan, who was sitting behind her, said excitedly.

Shen Jia, a music teacher at the fifth high school, is young and beautiful, with outstanding temperament. She is a top student who graduated from a famous foreign music school. She is responsible for the music classes in the second and third high school. She has been in school for a year. Almost all the boys in the school regard her as a goddess. She is very popular in the fifth high school. Compared with her, Ye Nuan is nothing.

However, Shen Jia is very low-key. Unless she has classes, she almost never appears in school. There are many male teachers chasing her. Boys also like to secretly look at Shen Jia's private life in private. There is also a high-rise building for Shen Jia on campus forum.

But it was rumored that she had a boyfriend, but no one had seen him.

Shen Jia smiled like a spring breeze. She walked along the way, greeted the students beside her with a smile, walked to the first row, and sat down next to the principal.

"Teacher Shen has worked hard this time. He came to watch the election before he even had a rest. He had arranged a jury for Teacher Shen, but Teacher Shen is not as good as..."

Shen Jia quickly waved his hand: "Principal, please spare me. You know I have difficulty choosing. I think it's good for any one, so don't make things difficult for me."

The principal smiled.

There were five representatives of teachers participating in the jury, including Xu Cuiying, Yu Yinlu, and two class teachers in the second grade of high school, the class teachers of Class 1 of high school, and the student representatives were Xu Yanhui, the chairman of the previous student union, Xu Jietao, the chairman of the student union, Wang Jia, the vice chairman of the student union, and Tang Wan and Li Kang, the outstanding class cadres of the third grade of high school.

This election is also a big stage, so naturally there is a role as a host. The host is Song Qing, the secretary of the Literature and Art Department of the last student union. She is versatile and has a lotus flower. She has always hosted various celebrations of all sizes in the school. Since she entered the senior year of high school, she has gradually withdrawn from the stage. This is also the first time she has participated in the hosting since she entered the senior year of high school.

Song Qing appeared on the stage in a sky-blue dress, fresh and tender, and received applause as soon as she appeared.

"The spring breeze brings warmth and flowers bloom. On this wonderful day, welcome all students, teachers and leaders. Today is the election scene for the president of our Yuhe Fifth High School Student Union, the first year of the year. I am the host Song Qing."

The words are straight and round, the sound is clear and full, and it sounds very comfortable.

When the words come to the ground, there is applause.

Song Qing smiled slightly: "Next, let us invite the teacher and student representatives of the jury to enter."

With the sound of music, ten teachers and students represented one by one, and Xu Cuiying was the one who took the lead.

Backstage, Ye Nuan grabbed a volunteer from the student union and asked anxiously: "Have you ever seen a red bag?"

The man shook his head: "No, I'm busy." After saying that, he pushed Ye Nuan away and hurriedly left.

There were eight people participating in the election today. These eight people were outstanding talents in the student union. Some were both men and women, some were busy putting on makeup and changing clothes, some bowed their heads and memorized the manuscript carefully, and some were nervous and turned around in circles.

No one noticed Ye Nuan at all.

However, Zhao Qiqi was playing with her cell phone, and I don’t know whether she was too arrogant or pretending.

Zhang Xiaohui came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Nuan said annoyedly: "The clothes I brought are gone. I clearly put them here before, but I disappeared after I came back from the bathroom."

Those who participate in the election have to go on stage to give speeches without writing, which is also a formal stage. As long as you are concerned, you must wear formal clothes and make-up. Therefore, everyone who wants to go on stage to give a speech has prepared their own clothes, and the school has specially prepared a makeup artist.

Zhang Xiaohui flipped around and said, "How could that be? Did you put it in the wrong place?"

Ye Nuan gritted her teeth: "Impossible, I'll put it on this chair."

She searched all around here and was almost three feet tall.

"Have anyone ever seen a red bag?" Zhang Xiaohui asked those students who participated in the election, but unfortunately no one paid attention to her.

Everyone has a competitive relationship from now on, not to mention that Ye Nuan is the hottest candidate, and she is in a fearful mind. No one will care about her other people's business. I'm afraid someone is gloating.

Zhang Xiaohui said: "There is nothing to do. Do you have any spare clothes?"

Ye Nuan must have been tricked, but Zhang Xiaohui would not say this to offend people.

Ye Nuan shook her head with a gloomy face and looked up in a direction.

Zhao Qiqi was sitting lazily beside the wall, wearing a jade-white cheongsam, outlining her delicate figure. Her long legs were bent and the cheongsam was opened to the base of her thighs, which was fascinating and sexy.

Her face was decorated with exquisite makeup, and her faint slightly curled eyeliner outlined her charming eyes, which was quite intoxicating and lazy, which made people unable to take their eyes open for a while.

Zhang Xiaohui followed her gaze and smacked her tongue secretly.

A step back quietly.

When the gods fight, it’s better not to harm these little shrimps.

Ye Nuan's eyes became darker and darker.

The only one here who has the courage and standpoint to touch her things is Zhao Qiqi.

As if feeling Ye Nuan's gaze, Zhao Qiqi turned her head and looked over.

The charming eyes were slightly raised, like a cat, and the scratching made the person feel itchy, but Ye Nuan only felt hatred.

There is only provocation and pride in her eyes.

Her eyes clearly told her that she was the one who took her clothes. How could she take her?

Ye Nuanqi's lungs were about to explode, and he had never seen such a blatant and shameless person.

She really wanted to rush up and question her, but there were so many people in the backstage that she couldn't get anything if she was told.

Ye Nuan bit her silver teeth and took out her cell phone to send a text message to Yang Ping'er, asking her to go to the nearest clothing store at the school gate to buy her a skirt, so hurry up!

The order of appearance is determined by drawing lots. She draws sixth place to play, so time should be too late.

It’s just a pity that she chose the dress specially for this stage.

Thinking of this, I hated Zhao Qiqi even more.

Ye Nuan stood in the corner of the backstage and looked at the stage in front. On the judges' seat, a familiar figure made her heart jump suddenly.

He finally came.

Ye Nuan returned to the backstage in a complicated mood. She had already memorized the manuscript well, and she didn't know what she was still worried about.

She looked up at Zhao Qiqi, and Zhao Qiqi stood up and walked towards her step by step. The cat step was like walking on the runway, carrying a fashionable model.

Zhao Qiqi stood in front of Ye Nuan, held her hands together, looked down with contemptuous eyes full of contempt.

"I kindly remind you that if you don't want to lose too ugly, just quit early." The voice was filled with a sarcastic smile.

Ye Nuan stood up, Zhao Qiqi was very tall, Ye Nuan raised her head, she looked at the other person's eyes without any retreat, and said coldly: "Give me my clothes back."

Zhao Qiqi curled her lips and said, "Oh, that red bag is yours. It's so ugly. I'm sorry." As he said that, he covered his mouth and nose in an artificial way.

Ye Nuan took a deep breath: "Where did you throw it?"

"The pit, after all, it smells like the same smell."

"You..." Ye Nuan gritted her teeth and glared at Zhao Qiqi fiercely, wishing she could peel her cramps.

The more Ye Nuan was, the happier Zhao Qiqi became, and even giggled. She smiled and said that she was really a wise man.
To be continued...