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After Mengzi Miaoyi finished the professional class, he immediately ran to the Student Union Office.

"叩叩叩-"

"Come in."

When Mencius went in, I found that everyone had already started the meeting.

"Sorry president, I am late."

"Okay, first follow the usual rules."

Meng Zimiao immediately put down his schoolbag and crouched down to jump around the desk and jumped in a frog jump.

However, a few people laughed and said, "Ha ha ha..." "Hey."

"Every time she is in a meeting, she is late."

Although they whispered, they fell into the ears of Meng Zimiao, and Meng Zimei’s face rose a little red.

"Okay, hurry and sit down for a meeting!"

Meng Zimiao just got up and walked to the position to sit down.

"Okay, the matter about the discipline inspection department has already been finished. Next is the Ministry of Literature and Art, Meng Zimiao, you are the minister of the Ministry of Literature and Art, how is the preparation for the Top10 party?"

Mengzi Miaocai just took out the pen and paper, and the president asked himself. "The president, the security guard will not let us set up stalls in the complex building, so our offline ticketing activities cannot be carried out. This year's stadium seats are not available. There may be no way to fill it up."

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While she was saying this, her heart was also very embarrassing. "How did you do things? Why didn't you coordinate this problem early? What about the poster's propaganda work?"

Meng Zimiao looked at the minister of the propaganda department, but the director of the propaganda department went over and pretended to look like he did not see it.

"why are you not speaking?"

The president of the student union said fiercely.

Meng Zimiao is a sad person in his heart. The person he likes really does not like her!

“The Minister of Propaganda said that they are not enough people to do another campaign for the Eagles Cup, I...”

"I have never seen a minister of literature and art like you, pushing things to others, will you not solve the problem yourself?"

Meng Zimiao bit his lip. "I'm sorry, the president is my ability."

"I will give you another chance. If the event is not done well, the effect will be poor. I think, you, the literary and art minister, don't do it anymore."

Listening to the slogan of the president of the student union, Meng Zimiao had to swallow all the tears into his stomach and nodded.

"Attendance."

Looking at the tall figure and walking out of the door, the Minister of the Propaganda Department joked: "Meng Zimiao, he has no ability to solve it, and he wants to shirk his responsibilities to others. You spend some money and go out to find someone to make a few posters. Is it alright? Also, we all know that you are a student union because of the president, but you are not the minister of the art department. If you don’t have that ability, don’t force it, give up!”

Every other person is holding a joke. "Meng Zimiao, you still have to tell the president that you can't do it. You have to save people in front of him. If you don't, don't lose our student union." People."

Meng Zimiao dropped the bag on the table. "Don't be too much, you... Li Qian, the poster has always been responsible for your propaganda department. You keep saying that the propaganda department is busy in the promotion of the Eagle Cup, well, Then I have to ask, what did your propaganda department do last night?"

Li Qian didn't hesitate to sigh. "Oh, of course, we are in the office to help design the poster and PPT in the subject department."