Agent Reborn: God-level Scholar

Chapter 259 Bring glory to the school

"Those talents in Class S have not yet exerted their strength. President Mo Xi and Chu Tianjiao have snatched the first place in the grade so many times. Do you think you can just stay in our class at the bottom of the class and rely on self-study?

You casually surpass others? The college entrance examination is still half a year away, and you will suffer from it later." Cheng Xiaocheng said coldly, his chest ringing.

The classmates next to her also agreed with her and couldn't stand Midsummer Ye.

Sheng Xia Ye had no intention of paying attention to her, and answered as she walked, speaking in a calm tone, "The one at the end of the crane is Class X. It's you, but not me."

"You!" Cheng Xiaocheng roared.

The classmate next to her immediately cheered her up, "Chengzi, we can't be as knowledgeable as this country bumpkin. You can pass her next time in the exam so that she can learn more."

"Shut up!" Cheng Xiaocheng was even more furious and gave her a violent shudder, "Is this something I can pass if I want to?"

She knew in her heart that she was addicted to oral sex.

After all, Mo Xi and Chu Tianjiao didn't lose to Sheng Xia Ye only once. They had mediocre test scores before, and they were deliberately pretending to be pigs to eat tigers.

Thinking of something, Cheng Xiaocheng squinted her eyes in confusion, "She is from a rural area. She has not received any special education since she was a child, let alone extracurricular tutoring. She has excellent academic performance and music. She can do everything. Is it true that she is a natural talent?"

The classmate shook his head, "She is possessed by a ghost!"

"Go away!" Cheng Xiaocheng rolled her eyes. She was still mentioning such an old post in the forum. Cheng Xiaocheng never believed in those theories about ghosts and gods. Anyway, this midsummer night was not a fuel-saving lamp. As long as she maintained a relationship with Jiang Ye

, she can turn a blind eye, but if she continues to entangle with Jiang Ye, don't blame her for being rude.

"Xia Ye, the music competition held before will start soon, and our school has selected several. This is a great thing." The director smiled broadly.

At first, she was prejudiced against Shengxia Ye, but then she repeatedly shined, and with Gu Fengchen as a great supporter, the director now not only admired and loved her, but also felt a little more cautious, so he was always polite when talking to her.

With a smile.

Midsummer Ye calmly asked, "What does the director want to say?"

The director laughed and said, "Your ratings are pretty good, so the school hopes that you will represent the school to participate in this program and come back with a good ranking for us. I hope you can live up to expectations and work hard."

As expected, he went to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing.

Sheng Xia Ye replied with a smile, "I'm sorry, director, I have a very heavy study load during this period and I can't find time to participate in extracurricular activities."

The director's expression froze.

Obviously he didn't expect her to refuse so decisively.

Just before he came, the school leaders sat together and watched her previous performance videos and the performances she auditioned for on the show. They all praised her very much, so they also gave the director a task. Even if other students did not go, this

On Midsummer Night, we must let her appear on the show!

"Of course studying is the most important thing, but you are participating in the competition for the school, which is equivalent to earning honor for the school. This is a very glorious and proud thing." The director saw her expression calm and said.

He added, "Of course, this show is definitely not for nothing. If you get into the top ten, the show team will receive a bonus of 20,000 yuan. Of course, the higher the ranking, the more, especially if you win the championship."

When money was mentioned, Shengxia Ye's expression changed. She turned her eyes away from the scenery outside the corridor and looked back at the potbellied director, "How much does the champion cost?"

The director pointed out five fingers to her.

"Fifty thousand?" Sheng Xia Ye frowned.

The director waved his hand and explained with a smile: "Five hundred thousand!"

I became a little interested in Midsummer Night.

"More than that, Xia Ye, the director also told you that the school plans to open an art class within a year and will recruit many students who like art, such as painting, singing and dancing.

Come in, and as for you, as long as you shine in this show, you will become the golden sign of our school. If you give the school face, the school will naturally not treat you badly!"

Seeing that this matter was interesting, the director smiled and said: "The school will give you an additional scholarship of 200,000 yuan. Even if you graduate by then, our school will print your photo on the brochure when recruiting students.

Excellent senior sister, how wonderful it is to show your glorious deeds to the new students! This is because the school takes special care of you."

Hearing this, Sheng Xia Ye softly mocked: "Two hundred thousand yuan buys the right to the portrait of my pretty face."

Wishful thinking is really good.

"What did you say?" The director didn't hear clearly and leaned closer.

Sheng Xiaye immediately raised his head, and the back of his head hit the director's chin. He held his chin and leaned back, almost falling.

"Are you okay, Director?"

The director shook his head hurriedly, straightened his chin and then said: "I will go to the program team to register the day after tomorrow. You still have time to think about it, don't be in a hurry."

"Don't think about it."

Sheng Xiaye looked at him, her tone was neither urgent nor slow. She had always had such an indifferent temperament, and it seemed that even if the sky fell, it would not cause any trouble for her. The director looked at her with some doubts, and then she said: "I'll go."

She has already taken all the money.

Not far away, at the corner of the stairs, Chu Tianjiao heard this series of conversations.

She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth with anger.

If she hadn't signed up for the music show last time, how could she have had the chance to star in the show on Midsummer Night?

Suddenly thinking of something, she laughed softly, her smile a little scary.

…

Two days later, Midsummer Night went to the TV station to report as scheduled.

She got up in a hurry in the morning and didn't have time to eat breakfast. She casually grabbed her hair and came in wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts. She opened the door of the cafe and looked at the poster in the distance, wondering whether to eat a croissant or a croissant.

Egg toast.

I may have to spend a whole day on the program set today, so I still need to have a good breakfast.

As a result, as soon as she entered the door, there were several girls staring at her from a distance without blinking. She was standing in front of the bar and ordering food. One girl asked in a loud voice: "Hey, that guy in a T-shirt, are you here to participate in the show too?"

A contestant? Which company's trainees wear such shabby clothes?"

Ignore it on a midsummer night.

"How much does it cost for this egg toast and a cup of thickened American style without sugar or milk?" She took out her wallet on a midsummer night.

The waiter quoted 59 yuan.

Sheng Xia Ye hummed, but after rummaging through the canvas bag for a long time, she couldn't find her wallet.

"Hahaha, I think he looks like a pauper."

"There is a pancake stall in the back street. How much does it cost? I guess two or three yuan. Go there and spend money. Don't be embarrassed by coming to a high-end cafe like this."

The waiter looked at the people queuing up behind him and said politely: "Miss, you can use WeChat or Alipay. If it's really inconvenient, I'll cancel the order for you and let the customers behind you order first."

The TV station is located in a prosperous area of ​​the city center, surrounded by high-end office buildings. There are not many people dining in this cafe, but most office workers bring take-out coffee and breakfast. The queue has already lined up outside the door.

“Sorry, let’s use WeChat.”

On a midsummer night, I was taking out my mobile phone, and then I realized that my canvas bag had a hole in it.

(End of chapter)