However, soon, Zhao Wenjie looked at Hao Jun habitually, and Hao Jun shrugged at him without objection.

President Zhao gradually got used to and even enjoyed the feeling of being the center of everyone, but he still lacked a strong confidence in some of his behaviors and thoughts. This is due to his personality and it takes a long time to change.

Teacher Zhao Le's eyes were obviously inspired, and she avoided the sight of the city's No. 1 Middle School, got rid of the constraints, and had more freedom. She could indeed better implement her ideas, but the training classes outside the school had different meanings. It was not simply like making up lessons, just like the teacher and the materials were in place.

She really wanted to hear what President Zhao thought.

The restaurant is gradually starting to serve food, and Zhao Wenjie's thoughts are becoming clearer when he smells the fragrance. Zhao Wenjie obviously does not have a clear idea of ​​how to make Xia Yuqing a popular star, but if it is a training class, fans can still play a considerable role within the existing resources that he can understand.

Thinking of this, President Zhao’s confidence became a little stronger!

"Teacher Zhao, I think the training class can completely adopt a model that complements the school's courses. You are the leader. Fan Club can use resources to invite some professional teachers to provide professional guidance to the students in the training class. Some necessary infrastructure can also be used to share members or support from the fan club to raise them. After all, professional equipment and venues require funds..."

In such a short time, even Hao Jun had to admit that Zhao Wenjie had thought about it carefully. The training class may not be too time-consuming for students from No. 1 Middle School in the city, but targeted training under the premise of ensuring professionalism is indeed a means to achieve results.

But Zhao Wenjie took it for granted, and it was inevitable that it would be difficult to operate in practice.

Speaking of which, Hao Jun didn't have any better ideas in his mind. If the professionalism of the training class can be guaranteed, it is not impossible to create stars. After all, he has many hype routines in his mind, and fans will have advantages in essence.

Teacher Zhao Le nodded frequently when he heard this. Together the power and resources of the fan club can indeed create a relatively professional environment. Moreover, according to Zhao Wenjie's meaning, the channels for the fan club seemed to be more extensive than she expected.

Zhao Wenjie became more and more excited as he spoke, and even thought of some details. Hao Jun looked at the little friend again. His ideas were indeed imaginative, but there was not a possibility of realization. He even had the prototype of some celebrity companies. Of course, the premise was to have sufficient financial support. Of course, it was obviously more than enough to target the limited student resources of No. 1 Middle School in the city, but what about others?

For Teacher Zhao Le, Zhao Wenjie undoubtedly gave her a great surprise. After listening carefully, he couldn't help but sigh that he was indeed the one who could become the president of the Fan Club, and his mind was just quick!

During this period of time, everyone's attention was undoubtedly on Zhao Wenjie. Before they knew it, the dishes on the table had almost been served, and the students even forgot that they were hungry.

Teacher Zhao Le gently patted the table and smiled and said, "Thank you all today. The first official meeting of our fan meeting was very successful and effective. Come on, let's start together now!"

The students cheered and picked up their chopsticks and started to move them.

Teacher Zhao Le smiled and looked at Zhao Wenjie and said, "Wenjie, your opinion is very meaningful. I will refer to it and try to do this training class first. If possible, we will formally decide. Since the fans will not be a simple star-chasing organization, of course it must have its meaning. Do you think I am right?"

Zhao Wenjie nodded suddenly and glanced at Xia Yuqing. The girl stopped chopsticks and was listening to the two of them talking. Suddenly, Zhao Wenjie looked away quietly and began to pick up food for him to eat.

For Zhao Wenjie, the current meaning of fans is probably 90% because of the purpose of this girl around him!

As for the remaining 10%, Zhao Wenjie himself couldn't explain it clearly!

For Hao Jun, the fan club is just a playful existence, but it has an unconsciously developed its unique trajectory and has begun to be marked with the mark of Zhao Wenjie. Even as a bystander, Hao Jun was also filled with joy, let alone Zhao Wenjie, who is the dominant position. He may not understand what he would get from this fan club!

Teacher Zhao Le was unconsciously integrating into the fan club group. Even Hao Jun gradually took off her guard through this simple meeting. Those who struggled for her career and dreams are worthy of respect. Putting aside the purpose of the No. 1 Middle School campus, Hao Jun at least felt that cultivating students' artistic atmosphere is an excellent measure.

Hao Jun left the toilet halfway and went to the toilet. Teacher Zhao Le’s hotel was not big, so the toilet was not big. As soon as Hao Jun entered, he heard someone talking loudly. The smell of smoke in the toilet was filled with a foul smell, which really made people feel nauseous.

I wanted to solve the problem in a hurry, but I didn't know that the person who was squatting next to me seemed to have not noticed the person coming next to me, or he was simply unscrupulous and still spoke at the top of his voice.

Hao Jun just heard a more familiar name and subconsciously walked out of the toilet without rushing to go out of the bathroom.

"Oh, Lao Qi, I heard from the new boy Wang Ming that stinky brat, He Ying stuffed you a soft China not long ago. You are not authentic. You are such a good cigarette, and I don't know how to tell my brothers. I know you are He Ying's person, but so are I!"

The person who was speaking was obviously drunk, his tongue was a little knotted, and he was tedious, without any point.

"Hey, Lao Qi, don't hold it in your mouth. My brothers have been having a hard time recently. These deputy directors in the bureau are fighting openly and secretly. What's the fuck with us? They just have to form cliques. Who knows who among them will really be in power? I can't help but not rely on any of them. I know that you followed He Ying that guy, this guy is good, but a little cold. Look at Lao Pi, how long he has been with him, that's hardworking... Uh, uh—"

Halfway through the conversation, a sound of vomiting came from the side, which continued, and Hao Jun was disgusted.

There was still no response from the outside. Hao Jun raised his eyebrows. When he came in just now, he did not see anyone!

The person who spoke seemed a little unhappy because of this. After retching for a long time, he started to yell again, making his mouth even more unclear.

"Old Qi, we two have something to say, and two have two things to say, have you got some rumor?" He paused and continued to shout, "Hey, don't think I don't know, He Ying is messing with other people's black materials, no matter whether there are or not, at this critical critical moment, he is planning to do all the tricks..."

"Hey, hey, hey... Lao Qi, why don't you talk? Are you not here?"

Hao Jun frowned. The man spoke irrelevantly and could not hear the point.

"Old, old, old Song!"

The sudden sound scared Hao Jun. There was obviously no one outside, so where did the sound come from?

He really dared not go out for the time being.
Chapter completed!