"Master, I'm a little tired, I want to rest." The sword spirit looked at Mo Huasong tiredly.

Mo Huasong looked at Sword Spirit with distress: "This is a small matter, I can handle it, what are you doing out here?"

"I've been sleeping so hard that I come out to play sometimes." Sword Spirit playfully stuck out its pink tongue towards Mo Huasong, and then entered his body.

Mo Huasong didn't know what to say to Sword Spirit being so mischievous.

According to his previous style, he might directly slap Yan Congjing in the face, or even destroy the opponent. But the effect would definitely not be as good as Sword Spirit.

Yan Congjing couldn't even answer a textbook question, and he said to his face that he could be a leader if he had money, and he wanted to play Yang Lixian. He even confessed to Director Zhou, and something would happen to him and Director Zhou.

If Yan Congjing could still be a teacher at Zhanhai University, the parents of the students would not agree, and neither would the people of the country. No leader would dare to take such a risk and protect Yan Congjing.

"Wow, Mo Huasong, I didn't expect you to be so capable." Deputy squad leader Jia Weiqiang walked up to Mo Huasong and smiled.

In the past, Mo Huasong was unknown in the class. No one thought highly of him, and everyone regarded him as a marginalized person.

But just now Mo Huasong was so powerful that Jia Weiqiang was impressed and wanted to win over him.

This is how people are. When you are capable, others want to get close to you. If you are inactive, others will treat you as an idler and be too lazy to care about you.

Mo Huasong glanced at Jia Weiqiang but did not speak to him.

Jia Weiqiang, the deputy squad leader, was just as snobbish as Chen Zhijuan and treated him equally badly back then. Therefore, he was too lazy to talk to such people.

When Jia Weiqiang saw that Mo Huasong was ignoring him, his face turned ugly.

Nima, I just know some ancient literature, so what’s the big deal?

"Haha, Mo Huasong is very capable. Last time he said he got the signature of the big star Xiao Jie." When Yang Lixian saw the opportunity to attack Mo Huasong, how could she let it go? "How could he let such a powerful person take Jia Jie's signature?"

What does the squad leader think about it?"

After hearing Yang Lixian's words, Jia Weiqiang's face became even more ugly.

He was about to run for student union cadre with Chen Zhijuan. If Mo Huasong slapped him in the face like this in class, who would vote for him?

"Mo Huasong, you are so powerful. If you have the ability, take out Xiao Jie's signature and I will treat you to meals for a month." Jia Weiqiang shouted deliberately.

Nowadays, Xiao Jie's signatures are not available only if you have money. It is said that 10,000 signatures have been sold online, but as soon as they are sent out, others will place orders and snatch them away.

Xiao Jie's signature is not so easy to fake, because there is a public account for Xiao Jie's fans. As long as you take a photo of Xiao Jie's signature and send it to the public account, the other party will quickly give you the identification result.

Jia Weiqiang has always wanted to spend money to buy Xiao Jie's autograph. Not to mention 10,000 yuan, he would be willing to pay even 20,000 yuan.

Because the chairman of the student union is also a fan of Xiao Jie, if he can give Xiao Jie's signature, he will be a stable student union leader.

"That's right, Mo Huasong, stop bragging and show it if you have the ability." Yang Lixian was secretly happy when she saw all the students in the class shouting.

She figured it out, Mo Huasong didn't have any ability, he just happened to know Manager Lin.

If Mo Huasong was a person with a background, how could he live in a dormitory and not have his own car?

A young man like Jia Weiqiang always drives a BMW or Mercedes-Benz when he comes in and out.

What she couldn't stand the most was Mo Huasong bragging, or bragging seriously, it was so shameless.

Mo Huasong ignored Jia Weiqiang, took out the notebook and handed it to Su Weidong: "Weidong, this is Xiao Jie's signature, here it is for you."

Su Weidong glanced at Mo Huasong and took the notebook.

Although Mo Huasong is a bit boastful, he still has a way of doing things.

Others said that Mo Huasong didn't have the ability to get Xiao Jie's signature, but Mo Huasong got a notebook and gave it to him in front of the whole class.

It was definitely not Xiao Jie's signature, but how could I expose my good friend's tricks?

Later, he would definitely say that it might be Xiao Jie's signature. As for others who wanted to see it, he would say that he would send it home for collection.

In the future, when people ask again, he can just say that he can't find it at home, and the matter will be settled. This will not only silence his classmates, but also take care of Mo Huasong's face.

Yang Lixian was not easy to fool, and immediately shouted: "Let us see if there is Xiao Jie's signature in this notebook."

"Yes, let's take a look." Jia Weiqiang rushed forward, grabbed the notebook, and opened it.

Su Weidong was anxious. Mo Huasong's deception was exposed. After a while, his classmates would laugh at him.

"Huh? This signature looks real." Jia Weiqiang looked at the signature on the first page of the notebook with surprise on his face. "Did you download and print it from the Internet?"

Jia Weiqiang still studied Xiao Jie's signature. He himself couldn't tell whether the signature on the notebook was genuine or fake.

"Wouldn't it be enough to take a photo and send it to Xiao Jie's fan account for verification?" A classmate asked. "Monitor Jia, you have to ask clearly, or else you will treat Mo Huasong to meals for a month."

Su Weidong admired Mo Huasong more and more, even making fake signatures.

But if you take photos and send them to Xiao Jie’s fan account, you can’t be deceived.

Jia Weiqiang hurriedly took a photo and sent it to the official account, but there was no reply yet.

Yang Lixian asked: "Captain Jia, why hasn't there been a reply from the public account? Is it fake?"

"Maybe it's fake." Jia Weiqiang nodded.

I paid 20,000 yuan on the black market, but I couldn't buy Xiao Jie's autograph. How could a poor guy like Mo Huasong get it?

Yang Lixian was excited when she heard this: "Hahaha, Mo Huasong, you just love to brag, and now you are in trouble, how can you smooth things over?"

"Yang Lixian, it has nothing to do with you whether you are in the gang or not." Su Weidong felt more and more that Yang Lixian was hateful. Why did he like this kind of woman before?

Yang Lixian was choked for a moment, but she immediately shouted: "How come it has nothing to do with me? Mo Huasong said that day that he could get Xiao Jie's autograph."

"I don't want Xiao Jie's autograph to be given to you, Bastard." Mo Huasong said coldly.

Being scolded by Mo Huasong, Yang Lixian felt like she had been slapped a hundred times in the face.

"You won't give it to me, but if you don't have the ability, don't brag in the class. If you can really get Xiao Jie's autograph, I admit that I am the eighth mother-in-law." Yang Lixian shouted angrily, her face filled with anger.

As ugly as it is.

The male classmates in the class used to think that Yang Lixian was good-looking and had a good figure, and they still had a crush on her. But today, when they heard her hysterical screams, their image was completely ruined.

"Ah, the official account has replied." Jia Weiqiang screamed, his voice sounding like a eunuch who had just been raped.

Yang Lixian was even more proud: "Captain Jia, does the reply say that this signature is fake?"
Chapter completed!