The tug-of-war lasted for three days, with the voting approval rate remaining below 40% and the result still unclear. Wenzong and Healing are of little use in a hurry. The numbers are there, unless the entire fighting club is brought to a united front, or the people of the Legal Club are persuaded to switch sides.
The days are getting closer to New Year's Day, which means there is not much time left to prepare.
After some advice from the wise people in the club, the Dharma Society revealed that they were noisy and fussy, but in fact they had secretly started preparing for the program.
Lu Anru was even more unhurried and encouraged the brothers in the fighting club in the group to actively promote the benefits of participating. I would like to emphasize that it is actually very simple. You just need to spend two or three hours a day to shoot works in your own dormitory or in a nearby dormitory.
The abnormal operation really makes Ella stupid. In her heart, Lu Anru is the direct sister of the French society, the biological sister that no one else can pry away!
It should be said that she is not the only one who sees it this way, most people in the Dharma Society have the same view.
Blunt and Charlie persuaded Ella not to ask more about Lu Anru's practices. After all, she had a hard time in the fighting club and had to do some honorable work.
The two of them were chatting in the club and trying to persuade each other. It can be seen that they were not only talking to Ella, but also being watched by others. They sang and sang together to portray Lu Anru as a poor princess who was forced to get married.
Immediately, many prisoners murmured only sympathy and anger, and sent messages to Ella, asking her to help convey their condolences.
Ella felt uncomfortable for a long time, and squatted in the large staircase classroom on the ninth floor to wait for Lu An to finish class.
Other social clubs spend a month before the exam consolidating their practical skills. Only the fighting club changes two-thirds of its practical courses into theoretical classes.
Maybe he is too aware of the virtues of his fellow members. He is very strong in fighting (no, hands-on ability), but his endorsements are all useless.
The old professor was still very patient in the face of almost all the students who were lying down and sleeping. He taught the class diligently and patiently for nearly two hours.
I only received responses from the students who turned over occasionally. A "get out of class is over" was more effective than an alarm clock. The big men woke up happily and stood up to leave with a "wow".
If Huang Qite hadn't issued a death order, all members must be present, and they were not allowed to miss classes, leave early, or be late. How could these big men be willing to listen to the old man's nagging.
Ella stared at the door and saw a petite and cute figure jumping out, and immediately went to meet her.
As he approached, he noticed that the other party changed direction and looked for the old professor who was walking alone to the teacher's elevator.
"Professor Gao, can I take a moment of your time?"
The simple question made the old teacher and Ella stop at the same time, and looked at Lu Anru with strange eyes.
Ella thought of Lu Anru's decision a few days ago, and the surprise in her eyes quickly dissipated. The old professor was a little more wary. He had been pranked many times by students from the fighting club who hated class, so he had to guard against it.
Lu Anru raised her little mouth, smiled innocently, cutely, and harmlessly, and walked to the old professor.
He grabbed the open book with one hand, made signs on it with the other, and asked patiently: "I'm sorry to delay your rest. You didn't highlight the key points for us today. Please take a look at the key points I have highlighted."
The old professor was dubious and touched the notebook lightly with his finger. After waiting for a few seconds, no mechanism popped up. I wanted to pick it up but then remembered what I had suffered, and my hand stopped.
Last year, under the pretext of asking questions, a student hid a particularly disgusting sour-smelling substance in the page-turning compartment of his notebook.
It was a trivial matter to be dirty, but it suddenly popped up when he was turning the page unprepared, causing him to go into shock and faint. He was sent to the hospital for prompt treatment using the latest medical technology, and he was awake within half an hour and his body returned to normal. But the mental shock took him three days to recover.
After that incident, the school fired the prankster. Huang Qite found him and asked him to provide a list of previous perpetrators and promised to deal with them strictly.
He hesitated for two nights, looking into their frightened and helpless eyes during the day, and finally chose to remain silent.
After that, I don’t know whether the students had conscience and voluntarily gave up the torture, or whether they succumbed to the school’s control and were forced to behave. Anyway, no bad incidents happened again.
However, I have also never encountered students who asked questions.
As he looked at the sleeping students every day, he advised himself many times that rotten wood cannot be carved, and walls of dung cannot be demolished. He couldn't destroy a child's life, but he couldn't forcefully support a child's life with all his heart.
The thoughts that were drifting away were brought back with a 'pop'.
He turned towards the ground, where he dropped the notebook he had not picked up for a long time.
"Sorry, my hand slipped."
Lu Anru leaned over to pick up the notebook, his movements were particularly exaggerated, like a patient with severe epilepsy, shaking the notebook several times before picking it up.
"Oh, so much dirt."
After muttering, he smiled apologetically at the cleaning lady who glanced at her and glared at her not far away.
The old professor felt ashamed and adjusted his glasses. He stopped worrying. He took the notebook and opened it to see the pile of notes. The admiration in his eyes gradually grew.
Review the past notes one by one, turn to today's page, and patiently explain it to Lu Anru one by one.
The two of them asked, answered and recorded their questions, taught them everything, and learned meticulously. There was only the extra Ella beside me, who was extremely bored and wanted to scratch the wall.
After waiting for more than half an hour, An Ruru finally finished asking questions.
The old professor left a promise: "I know that there are few girls in our society, and they like to push you. I will not ask you questions by name in class or cause you more trouble. In private, if you don't understand something, come and ask me at any time."
"Okay, thank you." Lu Anru behaved like a good student and waved goodbye to the old man.
When the old man got on the elevator, Ella said distressedly: "Oh, I'm sorry for you. It must be hard to stay alone in the fighting club."
Considering the explanation of the twins, and seeing Lu Anru trying to make ends meet, it was extremely uncomfortable.
Lu Anru blinked in confusion, then lowered his eyes and sniffed his nose for a second, looking miserable and miserable.
Ella snatched Lu Anru's notebook, stuffed it back into her bag, and said bluntly: "Your mother has no requirements for your academic performance. Anyway, it is enough for you to have seniors in your family. No matter how worried you are about dragging down your seniors and the family, you can't Don’t wrong yourself. I think it’s great to pass the exam and get the intermediate diploma.”
Lu Anru showed the same attitude towards the old professor just now and responded obediently: "Yes, I understand."
"Don't go to the group to pretend to persuade the people in the fighting club from now on. They look so pitiful." Ella said sadly, holding Lu Anru's hand and making a serious promise: "Senior and I will protect you, and we won't please them. There is no need to be their grandson.”
Lu Anru was moved and wanted to laugh, so he held her slender hand, pulled her forward, and whispered: "I really want to learn theoretical knowledge well in the near future, at least don't leave the skylight open for exams. As for persuading people in the group, don't It has a purpose. The big brothers in the fighting club have always liked simple and rough things. I made it clear that the program needs to be coordinated, and they must be repulsed and refuse to participate. "
"Oh my god, you are such a clever guy!"
(End of chapter)