Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

The backstage director also heard Xi Nancheng's voice, and he pressed the headset directly, "Quick, connect Meng Fu."

Each guest has a headset.

"It's all my fault, I forgot this." Sang Yu lowered his head, blaming himself.

He Yongfei comforted in a low voice, "It has nothing to do with you."

When Xi Nancheng said this, He Miao also realized that the lace of his other shoe was untied, so he quickly got up and ran forward to find Meng Fu.

After passing the corner, he saw Meng Fu's back.

She had already walked to the counter, propped one hand on the counter, and curled up her fingers in the other hand, ready to knock on the table.

Seeing this scene, He Miao's pupils shrank slightly, and she quickly said, "Father Meng, don't!"

Meng Fu didn't knock on it, but turned his head and glanced at He Miao.

There are other members who come to read books on the first floor of the library.

Naturally, these members knew the rules of the Go Club, and basically borrowed books by themselves. Some books could not be borrowed, so they stayed on the reading table to read quietly, far away from the counter.

The people in the program team also walked lightly when they went downstairs, filming quietly.

He Miao's voice exploded on the first floor, as if a switch had been turned on, and the atmosphere on the first floor suddenly became strange, and the other members looked at He Miao dumbfounded.

Xi Nancheng's heart sank, he couldn't stop He Miao, and walked quickly to Meng Fu's side.

Behind the counter, the person on the recliner stretched out his hands full of grooves, and slowly took off his hat.

Coming in from the photography team, this Mr. Lei left a deep impression on them.

Now that he took off his hat, the cameras of the show didn't dare to shoot his face, only Meng Fu and Xi Nancheng.

Xi Nancheng pulled Meng Fu aside, his voice was very low, and he said respectfully to Mr. Lei behind the counter: "Mr. Lei, I am Xi Nancheng, a disciple of Teacher Ge. Today the program team came to the library to record a program. Yes, our people do not understand the rules of the library, disturbing your rest."

The voice was very respectful and cautious.

Not far away, He Miao also realized that he had just spoken.

He followed Xi Nancheng and felt the coercion from this old Mr. Lei when he got close. He didn't dare to look up at Lei's management, so he just bowed his head and apologized to this old Mr. Lei.

Then he grabbed Meng Fu's sleeve, and mouthed to Meng Fu: "Father Meng, we don't need the management manual, let's go upstairs to record the show first!"

After being in the circle for so long, He Miao also knows the rules of the circle.

Even Xi Nancheng was so nervous, he knew that this person in the Go club was not simple.

I'm afraid that today's shooting will not proceed normally.

Meng Fu glanced at him, without any nervousness on his face, and even raised his eyebrows: "...are you dumb?"

Seeing that Meng Fu was still talking, He Miao stared, as expected of his father Meng, but now is not the time to show off.

"No," He Miao pulled Meng Fu aside and explained in a low voice, "This person is..."

At the same time, the voice of the director team also sounded in Meng Fu's earpiece, "Meng Fu, leave with Teacher Xi..."

With a wave of his hand, Meng Fu easily avoided He Miao's hand, and did not listen to what the director team said, but only looked at Mr. Lei, with a flat and slow voice, "Management Lei, do you have a library management manual here?"

"Director, what should we do now? If the Go Club gets angry because of this and doesn't allow us to continue recording..." Backstage, the staff responsible for recording the video looked at the director and frowned.

The director looked at Meng Fu's calm face on the video, he didn't know what he thought of, and shook his head: "Look first."

**

On Meng Fu's side, after she finished speaking, Xi Nancheng beside her frowned, "Mr. Lei, I'm sorry, this is..."

Old Mr. Lei had just been woken up by someone, his slightly brown eyes were a bit hostile, the whites of his eyes were slightly bloodshot, and there was a long scar beside his brow bone, his face was very fierce.

He was very impatient at first, and saw that the volcano would erupt in the next second.

Hearing Meng Fu's voice, he finally looked at Meng Fu, and the volcano fell silent before it erupted.

"Management manual?" After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice dry.

"There are more than 700 borrowed books on the third floor that have not been sorted. Your Weiqi Club's classification is too troublesome, and we can't sort them out." Meng Fu explained to the other party politely.

Hearing Meng Fu's words, Old Mr. Lei paused slightly, "...you can find me anyway?"

Meng Fu was confident and confident, without any fear: "Aren't you the president?"

Mr. Lei couldn't refute for a while, "...I'll ask if anyone else has it."

He was silent for a while, then slowly took out his mobile phone, made a call, and asked if the library had a classification management manual.

After saying a few words, he hung up the phone, then stood up from the wicker chair, looked at Meng Fu, and pointed to the wicker chair behind him: "Do you want to sit?"

"No." Meng Fu refused.

After about a few minutes.

A young man hurried over from outside the door.

The weather in October, the bean-sized sweat rolled down on his forehead, it can be seen how he ran over in a hurry, bent down respectfully, and handed a small notebook to Mr. Lei, "Mr. Lei."

Old Mr. Lei took it and handed it to Meng Fu, "This is it, take a look."

Meng Fu took it and flipped through it. These are dry goods written by the staff, and the classification standards are very clear.

Mr. Lei saw her flipping through the notes and asked, "Is this what you want?"

"Let's be so-so," Meng Fu closed his diary, "Then I'll continue recording the show."

The two of you said one sentence to another, completely ignoring the state of the people around you.

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See you tomorrow~~