Zhang Qiang said anxiously: "Did you and Mr. Yu yesterday..."

Bie Yunxi raised his head suddenly, with tears in his eyes: "Stop talking!"

Zhang Qiang just thought she was not embarrassed, so she wisely kept her mouth shut.

"Teacher Si!" the director shouted, "please come over here."

"Here we come." Si Fuqing responded.

Zhang Qiang curled her lips: "I don't know what kind of privileges are given to her."

"Director." Si Fuqing walked over, "What do you want from me?"

The director smiled and said: "It's not me, it's someone from the General Sports Association."

Si Fuqing raised her eyebrows.

The director stepped aside.

It's a middle-aged professor, and there's another woman.

"Fu Qing, this is Coach Mo, the coach of the Daxia Women's Badminton Team." The middle-aged professor said, "She came from Sijiu City and has something important to discuss with you."

Si Fuqing stretched out his hand and said politely: "Coach Mo, hello."

"Hello." Coach Mo shook hands with her and said kindly, "I have heard from Lao Li about you a long time ago. He said that he played a few games with you at Xia University and thought that you are qualified in small ball.

Entered the second national team."

"The International Games will start soon, so I made a special trip here to ask you if you are interested in being a substitute."

Middle-aged professor: "...???"

He looked at Si Fuqing in shock and despair, with one sentence written all over his eyes -

Do you know how to play badminton and table tennis?

Si Fuqing thought for a while and agreed: "No problem, I'm not as bad at badminton as tennis, so I can give it a try."

Fortunately it's not table tennis.

At least the janitor at the top of the clouds can play table tennis better than her.

When it comes to table tennis, she no longer seals off her love, but completely breaks up with her.

The middle-aged professor looked at her stiffly, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Bad?"

This is called difference, what do other people call it?

Is there any problem with the definition of the word "poor"?

"Okay." Coach Mo was very happy, "I recognize your ability, but it still needs to be assessed. After you finish recording the variety show these days, come with me to the Daxia Sports Association."

She took out a business card and handed it over.

Si Fuqing put the business card away, thinking that he might get a bonus from the International Games, and his mood improved a lot.

She whistled: "Professor, the live broadcast will be live in a while, let's play two more games to warm up?"

"No, no." The middle-aged professor immediately waved his hand, "We won't play tennis anymore. We won't play any more. Let's just sit back and do archaeology."

Si Fuqing felt a little regretful: "Okay then."

She returned to the guest line and stuffed Xiaobai into Xie Yu's pocket.

"Farewell Yunxi." The producer, who had not been seen much, suddenly appeared with a cold face, "Come on."

Bie Yunxi's heart skipped a beat.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone else, and hurriedly followed the producer.

"Producer Liu, you are looking for me..."

Before Bieyunxi finished speaking, he was interrupted.

The producer put his cell phone in front of her and said, "See for yourself! You are now the number one trending search topic, which is amazing!"

Bieyunxi was stunned for a moment and saw the phone screen

#bieyunxi#

The first Weibo post under the hot search was a leak from a marketing account.

[A well-known B actress appeared in a trash can late at night, covered in dirt, what was she doing?]

Someone commented below.

[What else could I do? I must have wanted to be a mistress but was thrown out.]

Bie Yunxi's complexion instantly turned pale.

You vote, I vote, green tea will be stabbed immediately!
Chapter completed!