Now it is estimated that it will not be a problem to squeeze in 30 to 50 thousand people.

And in the school, wherever you look, there are heads everywhere.

On the outer wall of the auditorium, several large screens were temporarily installed to transmit real-time images inside.

Principal Liu's car has just arrived at the door.

A large group of reporters, armed with long guns and cannons, rushed over to the car before it stopped.

Professor Ning and a group of school leaders stood at the door, looking like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"My God, Lao Liu, what did you arrange for the reporters to do?"

Liu Jianming glared at Su Mu:

"Ancestor, there is nothing we can do. You can just say a few words, but please, don't be so loud. Otherwise, I will hang myself in public for praise."

Su Mu looked at Liu Jianming dumbfounded.

However, Lao Liu got out of the car first, then strode around and opened the door for him personally.

The reporters rushed up and surrounded Su Mu.

Su Mu's face almost turned dark.

Peat.

Are you serious about these banners?

Just call me the God of Song.

What does it mean to be a scumbag?
Chapter completed!