The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

The team next to them whispered:

“Oh my god, is this that internet celebrity?”

"It seems so. I heard that he posted his works on the short video app and has more than 200,000 fans!"

"'Fat Tiger loves design'! That's him!"

“Oh my god, a big internet celebrity is cutting in line.”

Fat Tiger obviously heard their discussion as well. He straightened his back and gave them a warning look.

Those people stopped talking instantly.

Yao Ya's face flushed red: "I don't care who you are! Go line up at the back!"

"This is too much of a fuss. It's just one person. It shouldn't be a problem if he cuts in line, right?" Someone was pointing and talking at the back of the line.

Sang Ran glanced at him coldly and said, "Then let him get in front of you?"

The man fell silent for a moment.

The girl who was standing in front of Sang Ran turned her head and looked at Fat Tiger, then looked at Sang Ran unkindly: "He is my friend, can't I help him line up?"

?

The gang committed the crime. It seems they are repeat offenders.

Yao Ya has already come forward, and Sang Ran is not ready to back down: "Then your friend is here, you can leave the team."

"You!" The girl glared at Sang Ran and turned away. She obviously felt that Sang Ran couldn't do anything to them, so she didn't intend to waste words with them.

The man named Fat Tiger also turned back proudly, with an expression that said: What can you do to me?

Yao Ya wanted to rush forward to argue again, but Sang Ran reached out to stop her.

She exchanged glances with Yao Ya, who understood instantly.

Isn't it just dealing with queue-jumping? They are familiar with this. Back in college, they were crazy about a boy band for a while, so they often queued up to buy their peripheral materials, and encountered countless queue-jumpings of all sizes.

I've met all kinds of people.

They saw determination in each other's eyes and silently counted to three, two, one.

The two men started at the same time, rushing forward. One of them grabbed the man's arm and pulled him to the front of the team.

"Sorry, give in."

Until they reached the front of the line, they pushed the man in: "Excuse me, let this big brother cut in line."

The boy was dragged to the front, and then he reacted. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't stand the stares from the people around him, and glared at the two of them: "Are you sick?"

Sang Ran and Yao Ya looked innocent: "Didn't you say you wanted to cut in line?"

"I thought you were in a hurry to do something. Aren't I afraid that you would be anxious?" Yao Ya said aggrievedly.

Sang Ran followed closely behind: "We are just doing good things. Since you dare to cut in front of us, I believe you dare to cut in line in front of the teacher, right?"

She looked at the interviewer in front of her: "Isn't that right, teacher?"

The interviewer had just stopped what he was doing because of their noise and was now looking up at them.

She looked serious, glanced at the man and said in a businesslike tone: "Don't cut in line, line up at the back, otherwise you will be disqualified from the competition."

The people who were inexplicably pushed in front of the man just now were also a little unhappy. They would only stand up for themselves when the matter concerned them: "That's right, everyone is queuing properly, why do you push in front of others?"

The man swallowed and glared at the two of them angrily: "I will remember you!"

After saying that, he could only go back to the queue dejectedly.

Yao Ya looked at his back and spitted: "I don't even care to remember you!"

They walked back to their original team. Originally, the two of them were prepared to fight to the death with the man, but they didn't expect to be able to return to their original position.

After all, no one would be kind enough to save a seat for them.

But when they got closer, they found that there was a space of two or three people there, which was obviously reserved for them.

They didn't notice just now that there was a boy wearing a hooded sweatshirt and headphones standing behind them. He was playing with his mobile phone with his head down. He didn't look very old, and had a pair of white headphones on his ears. He looked like he didn't care about the outside world.

The two returned to their original seats. Sang Ran thought about it and decided to thank him, but the boy didn't reply to her, obviously he didn't hear her.

Sang Ran stood up awkwardly. After a few seconds, he heard a voice behind him: "You're welcome."

This person is really strange.

The voice was so cold, like that of a robot without any emotions, as if he was very impatient but was forcing himself to say it out of politeness.

It took almost an hour to shoot until it was Sang Ran's turn, and Yao Ya had already left the team early.

The interviewer took the information she had prepared in advance and flipped through a few pages: "What's your name?"

"Sang Ran."

Hearing her voice, the interviewer raised his head and turned back to the first page to look at the specific name.

Her expression was not very good. "Your work is good, and your experience is not low. Did you run a personal studio abroad before? Can you tell me the name of the studio?"

Sang Ran smiled calmly: "It's not very convenient."

Interviewer: “…”

This is the first time I've seen her rejected so bluntly.

She raised her head and said, "Give me the invitation letter and wait for notification. Our competition this time will be broadcast live and voted by netizens around the world. The competition system is open and transparent."

Sang Ran couldn't help but curl her lips in her heart. How could they use the back door before it even started? How could they talk about openness and transparency?

As for whether it is live broadcast or not, it is not important to Sang Ran.

The interviewer stamped the invitation letter and also stamped a copy of Sang Ran’s information and put him on the shortlist.

She raised her head and said, "Whether you are elected or not, you represent the honor of the country. You should tolerate some things and don't make things too ugly."

The words were not polite, and Sang Ran understood her hint.

She nodded obediently on the surface, but in her heart she had already cursed the interviewer a thousand times.

She had to endure whatever she could. Sang Ran would just nod no matter what she said. When something happened, it would not be too late for her to get angry.

After all, everyone says one thing in front of others and another behind their backs, so why can't she?

She passed the simple interview, and when Yao Ya saw that she was done, she walked up to her and left.

The boy behind him took over Sang Ran's position.

The interviewer still followed the procedure seriously: "What's your name?"

"Yuzhou."

When passing by the burly man Fat Tiger, Yao Ya deliberately made a face to show "respect".

Seeing that it was getting late, Yao Ya said she had a date in the evening and wanted to go home to dress up, so she parted ways with Sang Ran.

Sang Ran also took a taxi to the school to pick up Sang Ning.

When she arrived at the school gate, she met Shen Jinshan again as expected. She didn't know if Pei Jingping would meet him when he picked up Sang Ning. Anyway, Sang Ran found that she could see him almost every day, sooner or later.

He smiled and greeted Sang Ran: "Did you sign up today?"

"I came here right after I reported." Sang Ran replied indifferently.

Shen Jinshan smiled gently, as if he was joking: "Then you have to treat me to a meal?"

Sang Ran's body stiffened, hiding the strangeness in his heart: "Of course, after all, you introduced me here, see when you are free."

Shen Jinshan reached out and loosened the sleeves of his shirt:

"Then tonight."