"The topic of my speech today is very simple: self-confidence..."
At this moment, the playground suddenly became quiet, and everyone listened quietly to Qin Luo's speech.
His voice was not loud, but it was deafening and violent, and thunderous waves were set off in the hearts of everyone.
In the Senior 37 class, Zhou Lang blushed, he raised his head and looked at the podium, his eyes full of pride.
As for what Qin Luo is talking about? That is not his concern.
"Student Zhou, I heard that Qin Luo is your buddy?" Next to him, a few girls in class looked over curiously.
"You might not believe it, Qin Luo has been at the same table with me for three years in high school!" Zhou Lang lowered his voice and said triumphantly.
"That said, you should know Qin Luo well, right?" the girl then asked.
"Understand, how can I not understand, I know what color underwear Qin Luo wears." Zhou Lang said.
Hearing Zhou Lang's words, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of several girls, and they smiled and asked, "Then do you know that Classmate Qin has a girlfriend?"
"Uh..." Zhou Lang's mouth twitched wildly, his heart full of envy.
"I think should not be."
"Then can you tell us Qin's contact information?" the girl asked.
Want to contact? Ha ha... Of course you can.
Zhou Lang did not speak, he took out a pen and paper from his pocket and began to write.
"Plus QQ: 10 yuan."
"Add WeChat: 20 yuan."
"Call: 100 yuan."
"Dating in the same city: 1000 fast."
"What kind of service do you think you need?" Zhou Lang squinted his eyes, his eyes filled with smiles.
What does "..." mean? They have to pay for contact information, and Zhou Lang's actions directly make them bewildered.
"Student Zhou, are you sure you are not mistaken?" a female leader asked.
"Of course, knowledge is wealth. Since you want to get Qin Luo's contact information from me, you naturally need to pay everyone..." As he spoke, Zhou Lang's eyes were full of grandpa Mao.
Qin Luo is so awesome!
"I want a QQ..."
"I want WeChat..."
"..." In just a few minutes, Zhou Lang had dozens of dollars in his pocket.
Seeing the women happily taking out their mobile phones, Zhou Lang's eyes flashed with disdain: even a dating package was reluctant to buy. It would be strange if Qin Luo could see you...
Think about it, Zhou Lang turned his gaze to the artist student on the other side.
Zhou Lang wiped the corner of his mouth at Harazi: Yitisheng, those are big fat sheep.
"Classmates, do you want to know Qin Luo's contact information? Would you like to have dinner with Professor Qin? Would you like to discuss the script with Professor Qin in the middle of the night? Just tell me, I can meet all your needs."
"Plus QQ: 10 yuan."
"Add WeChat: 20 yuan."
"Call: 100 yuan."
"Dating in the same city: 1000 fast."
"Don't ask me why, Qin Luo is my cousin..."
Listening to the words in the ear, a group of art students stayed in place.
They never imagined that someone could do such a promotion.
More importantly, he is not selling himself at all, but Qin Luo.
Also, Qin Luo is my cousin, what the **** is that?
Ha ha ha...
"Student Zhou, can your skin be thicker?" someone in the crowd asked.
"I can only try my best at this point, but I can't guarantee it." Zhou Lang replied seriously.
Everyone: My mind is a little dizzy...