Restart the Flying Age

Since this matter was arranged by the school, Wu Tao, as a freshman, could only agree to it.

You can’t just get into a new environment and just play with your personality and play out of style. Not to mention that you can’t integrate into the new environment, and you will be incomprehensibly labeled as alternative.

It can be seen that Wu Tao was reluctant to agree, and Lin Xuexing was also a little confused.

I have often heard that those who can speak on stage as representatives of freshmen are all excited and inexplicably excited.

Because this kind of opportunity is really rare, especially in a campus like Tsinghua where'the champions of all provinces are everywhere, the competition is fierce, and everything is like cattle.'

As for the other freshman registrations scattered around, when they heard that the boy who had just been favored by the big star turned out to be the spokesperson of tomorrow's welcome report, the eyes that looked at Wu Tao suddenly changed.

After all, everyone who can be admitted to Tsinghua University is essentially the pride of heaven. Why is it that you are the only one who stands out?

In the surprised eyes of the freshmen, Wu Tao floated away with An Rong's scented shoulders.

More importantly, An Rong, who was previously regarded as a goddess, didn't even mean to refuse.

What was even more intolerable was that when they left like this, the goblin from the Central Academy of Fine Arts who came to visit, as well as the singing star and the very temperamental woman, all put aside the things at hand and raised their heels.

Who on earth is this, so many beautiful girls around him?

Hum, I'll see the decision at tomorrow's orientation meeting.

If his report is also mediocre and drowsy, at least it means that he has nothing to do with it.

If that's the case, so many beautiful girls surround him, it's definitely not because of his talent, but because of other things...

Seeing Wu Tao's figure drifting away, there are many new students who have this idea.

Lin Xuexing saw it in his eyes and shook his head secretly.

A sophomore next to him, who is an officer of the Student Union, relied on being familiar with him, and asked doubtfully: "President Lin, what are you doing with your head shaking? As a freshman, anyone who doesn’t accept others will not necessarily lose to that. What kind of guy is Wu?"

Lin Xuexing glanced at the ignorant junior next to him and said, "Do you know who he is?"

"Don't you know?"

Lin Xuexing gave him a nonsense expression, and said leisurely and fascinated: "Yuanqi Technology knows? Even if you don't know, you always know the Lotus phone, right?"

"I know, I'm planning to wait for the price cut some time later, and use the money from work-study to buy one for my girlfriend..."

Before he finished speaking, the old sage Lin interrupted on the ground: "He is the founder of Yuanqi Technology and the chief designer of the first generation of Lotus mobile phones!"

"Wh...what?" The sophomore suddenly got a bit dry, and even said nothing.

However, this is not over yet, Lin Xuexing continued to leisurely and fascinated: "Moreover, I heard that he has as many as five or six companies similar to Yuanqi Technology!"

Of course, this is a bit false.

However, this did not affect Lin Xuexing's respect and praise of this student.

As for the sophomore, who is the secretary of the student union, he was completely messed up, just murmured: "No wonder, no wonder..."

On the way back from the School of Economics and Management back to the West Gate, Wu Tao didn't go too far when he met the enthusiastic Wu Binghua and Gu Jin who were chatting with the parents of other students.

From a distance, a group of people chatted spittle, quite speculative.

Especially when Wu Binghua's Chinese cigarettes were scattered, it was almost as if he didn't need money.

But after talking for a long time, Wu Binghua also failed to convince other parents that his son was particularly good.

Not only that, but other parents said that they were stunned by the juvenile genius who was admitted to Tsinghua University at the age of 13.

Strong players have their own strong players!

It seems that Tsinghua University is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden, all of them are not simple.

Gu Jin has always been aware of Wu Tao's abilities and specialties, but for the sake of her daughter's lifelong happiness, she feels that Wu Tao's talents are better unknown.

As for the companies founded by Wu Tao, everyone did not mention them tacitly.

After all, in the ivory towers of such institutions of higher learning, blindly using money to measure it, it itself falls short. It was like Wu Binghua dressed in a suit. Although it was a bit rustic, he did not dare to laugh at the man in the northwest who was wearing a headscarf in front of him.

"Dad, Mom, Aunt Jin, let's go back!"

Wu Tao said hello from a long distance away, but Wu Binghua hadn't had enough time to chat, waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute, we are talking about speculation, we will have a meal together!"

As a result, the northwestern man and his wife wearing a turban, as well as their own tanned son, suddenly looked cramped.

Obviously he was reluctant to eat with this old man who exuded the atmosphere of a local tyrant.

So Gu Jin had no choice but to say, "Yes, let's talk again. Have you finished the reporting procedures?"

An Rong walked over and said, "It's already done, and he will speak on stage on behalf of the freshmen tomorrow, we have to go back and prepare soon!"

"Speaking on stage on behalf of the freshmen?" Wu Binghua could be regarded as catching the capital to show off, and he said to the northwest man in a definite way: "My son is going to speak on stage tomorrow. It seems that this school attaches great importance to him, very much! "

The northwestern man and his family smiled in a shameless way: "Yes, yes, your son is great!"

Wu Binghua immediately became refreshed, and he took the package of Zhonghua he had just opened, stuffed it into the northwest man's hands without saying a word, and then turned around and left.

"Let's go, son, let's go back and prepare well, and strive to make a blockbuster speech tomorrow!" Wu Binghua said, with a very loud voice, for fear that people around him might not hear it.

"Dad, you don't need to prepare. I can just talk about it tomorrow, it's not a big deal..."

Wu Tao saw a lot of big scenes, and didn't care about such trivial things.

Today is the last day of registration, and more and more students come from all over the world, dragging their families to their mouths.

Many people have already planned to spend the night on the university campus, but on Wu Tao's side, Qin Xiaoxiao, who has already taken root in the capital, has already arranged some.

Hotels, accommodations and private cars with Beijing brand.

That night, Wu Tao, An Rong, Zhao Li and Ding Tiantian were in the hotel to kill time playing cards.

The older generations, under Qin Xiaoxiao's arrangement and leadership, went shopping in ** and Chang'an Avenue, and even planned to get up tomorrow morning to watch the national flag raising.

In this regard, Wu Tao has no interest at all. What's more, even if you want to go, there are plenty of opportunities in the future, so I am not in a hurry for these two days.

The next morning, everyone woke up in the morning light of the capital~www.wuxiaspot.com~Most of them didn't sleep well. After all, they are new to a place, and excitement always dominates them.

Only Wu Tao was full of energy, and he didn't care about the matter of coming on stage to speak, and seemed so careless.

And Zhao Li clapped her hands for fear that the world would not be chaotic, and said, "No matter what happens today, I will also get involved in the venue to see you making a fool of yourself."

"Student Lili, you are hurting our pure friendship for five years at the same table. I express my solemn protest!"

"The protest is invalid, I'm accumulating material!"

On the contrary, Ding Tiantian has always been confident in Wu Tao: "Master, he will not make a fool of yourself."

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