Thinking about turning around, she patted one of the girls on the back, and the girl turned to look at her.

"After that, if you want to talk about me, you can either come to me directly, or you can just say it in the place I can't see, so you can talk about me in a rustle, and it seems that you are eight women and have no seed, you know?"

"The library is for you to learn, not for you to discuss gossip here. You are students of the University of foreign affairs, not gossip women of the market. Your behavior is really a great disgrace to diplomacy."

The three girls were red and white.

Outside the door, two girls stood at the door, looking into the scene.

At the head of the debate was Guan Ling, a strong general in the debate. Behind her was her friend Du Jun.

Du Jun whispered: "it is said that consideration is determined internally, and it will definitely win."

Guan Ling glared at her: "you don't want to follow suit. I've seen the debating contest and she has great strength. Even if she wins, she depends on her own strength."

Du Jun spat out his tongue: "but the school is so spread ah, all said must not offend care, their dormitory that a few, is a lesson in the past."

Guan Ling's face was not very good-looking: "hearing is false, seeing is believing, rumors stop at wise people. Don't spread false information. It seems that our students at the University of foreign affairs are very stupid."

Du Jun touched his neck: "why do you speak for her everywhere?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

Du Jun worried: "as you know, there are only four promotion places in the school this time. Among them, Yang Qi, a junior, and Qin Xuefeng, a sophomore, are the principal and vice presidents of our school's debate club. They have a great chance to win. There is also a Zhong Qiang, who is also very strong. There is still one quota left. They all say that the quota is definitely for consideration."

Guan Ling sneered: "so, who told you that the president and vice president of the debate club will win?"

"They are very strong."

Guan Ling micro raised his chin: "my strength is not weak, go."

The three girls in this library were so embarrassed that they slipped out with their books.

I want to keep reading.

Jane continued to accompany her.

The next day was the last debate of the diplomatic conference. After breakfast, she and Jane Xia walked on the path one after another.

When climbing up the slope, I saw a girl riding a bicycle staggering towards them at the top of the slope.

She was worried that Guan Ling could not be promoted, so she wanted to solve an internal problem for her.

At the moment, I was still holding the information to be used for playing, but I didn't notice that someone was riding a bicycle to hit her on a small slope not far away.

At this critical juncture, Jane Xia behind her pushed her to the side. She staggered for a moment, and turned her head to see that both Jianxia and the girl cyclist fell to the ground.

The girl screamed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my bike brake doesn't work."

Thinking quickly ran to Jian Xia side, looking at her palms all worn skin, worried: "are you ok?"

Jane Xia waved her hand: "I'm ok. Go to the debate contest."

Think about trying to carry her: "I'll take you to the infirmary first."

"I'm all right. You can go," she said

Said, casually called a passing boy: "classmate, please take me to the infirmary."