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Chapter 1400 Coping

With a smile, he waved Director Lu's car out of sight. Hao Juncai turned to ask Teacher Zhao Le, "Teacher Zhao, what do school leaders mean? Such a good thing as a youth TV series coming to school is probably not even seen once in a few decades. Listening to this meaning, why do they still push people out?"

Some words are not suitable for being said on the surface, but Hao Jun has a very intuitive judgment. If the school attaches importance to the shooting of TV series, it will definitely not be a simple matter if the cat hits the head in the conference room, and it can actually be judged from Director Lu's words.

"You haven't dealt with them. They are not very officials and are not very arrogant. It's like taking time to say hello to you a few words to give you a great face!" Teacher Zhao Le was also dissatisfied. At this moment, he couldn't help complaining that things were not done so. "They were all cold-hearted. I guess they wanted to get some benefits from the TV crew before they were willing to nod!"

Hao Jun was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that Teacher Zhao Le would be so angry, and he spoke out without regard for the consequences.

"Hao Jun, what are you going to do?"

Teacher Zhao Le's temperament has always been hot and straightforward. Seeing Hao Jun swearing in front of Director Lu, he asked directly.

"I haven't decided yet, let's apply to the school in the name of a fan club. After all, the school leaders cannot ignore our opinions and insist on doing their own thing, right?"

Teacher Zhao Le really wanted to say that Hao Jun might be doing useless work, but at the moment, she really couldn't think of any more effective method. She couldn't just come to Principal Song. Such things that are wrong have always been taboos. Even Principal Song would not forcefully change their decisions in order to maintain the majesty of his subordinates. What's more, the school leaders have not made a clear statement yet. If she does this, she may have backfired.

What's this all called!

Teacher Zhao Le thinks that a good thing is that it is beneficial for both students and schools. It is just implemented according to the rules, but someone wants to make trouble. It is really a bunch of pinworms.

"Then Hao Jun, please move quickly. If this method doesn't work, we will think of other methods. Three days will be short, but it will not be long!"

Teacher Zhao Le gave a few words and left with a sad look.

Hao Jun hurriedly asked Zhao Wenjie for official seals that fans would publish various tasks and use for external things, wrote an application letter, and typing the seal on it, and handed it to the school supervisor.

Speaking of this official seal, it was made by Zhao Wenjie, a stinky brat, who privately wanted to satisfy his president's vanity. Unexpectedly, it was used in this way at this time.

"Brother Jun, do you think this is OK? Don't throw it into the trash can if others don't look at it then!" Zhao Wenjie glanced at the letter placed on the desk. Although it was the seal he engraved, he began to feel a little joking.

When did the official seal he had hidden in his arms all day long?

Hao Jun frowned and thought for a while. Even if he secretly put the application letter on the desk of the school supervisor, this matter might be delayed for you for ten days and half a month. At that time, the daylily would be cold.

"Ahhhhh, what are you two doing secretly?"

The two of them were walking outside with their waists, but they didn't expect to hit the main owner. Hao Jun covered his face and ran away. Zhao Wenjie didn't react slowly, and followed Hao Jun's pace.

The school leader's heavy body did not have time to take a step, and the two students disappeared without a trace like wild monkeys. He did not even have time to see their faces.

"Where did the stinky brat come from!"

The school leader muttered softly and stepped into the office. At first glance, he saw the envelope quietly placed on his desk. Thinking of the two sneaky brats, he drove him to open the envelope without even sitting.

Looking at the official words on the envelope, the school leader sneered a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Fans will? Haha!"

He has no choice but to deal with fans, and these students are really unlucky!

However, at the beginning, I really didn't expect that this TV crew would have some connection with the fans of No. 1 Middle School. No wonder Teacher Zhao Le was busy organizing.

The school leaders looked at the bright red official seal at the end of the application letter and felt a little eye-catching. There is indeed no way for these people to deal with fans. Can't they hinder an external so-called TV series crew?

The school leader didn't think much about it, so he picked up the pen on the table and wrote two words at the end of the application letter: "No", and wrote his name on the way, but suddenly felt quite relieved.

He wanted to give this receipt to the fans immediately, but then he thought about it, and opened the drawer and threw the envelope inside. Everything can be delayed and there is no need to rush to express his opinion.

The school leaders did not expect that Hao Jun and Zhao Wenjie would have gone back at this time. They watched him write words on the application letter with eager eyes. Zhao Wenjie almost jumped up happily and was pulled by Hao Jun.

The school leader seemed to be busy with affairs and did not stay in the office for long. When he left, he had almost forgotten the application letter.

As soon as Zhao Wenjie and Hao Jun and other school leaders left, they broke into his office again. After taking the application letter, they opened it. When they saw the word "not accurate", neither of them looked very good.

"What should I do?" Zhao Wenjie spoke to Hao Jun without saying a word.

Hao Jun had long anticipated this situation and meticulously reinstalled the application letter and put it in the drawer, as if they had never read it.

Most school leaders are probably consistent in their attitude towards this matter. Most of them hold the principle that it is better to have less than more things. After all, if you do more and make more mistakes, you will make less mistakes, and the reply to the application letter is almost the same. Hao Jun and Zhao Wenjie will do the same and find out the attitude of each leader.

They didn't even forget to submit an application letter to Principal Song, who has always been busy. However, the principal's office is not so easy to sneak in, and they used the normal way.

However, Principal Song spent very little time in school, and the reply to the application letter seemed to be in a long time, and the people under his command might not let him see the letter in time.

Hao Jun and Zhao Wenjie were busy, but the results they got were not very good. Zhao Wenjie kept scratching his head and was at a loss.

Sometimes, if you can't go through normal channels, you have to use some extraordinary means.

Hao Jun did not want Song Chenchen and Xia Yuqing to worry too much about this matter, so he took Zhao Wenjie to find a solution. The same application letter was handed over to different school leaders, and the accurate reply was almost pitifully rare. Hao Jun then made another copy and posted it in the school's most conspicuous bulletin board.

It was this small announcement that quickly caused a sensation in the school. Of course, most students who were unknown were shocked by such news. The TV series was undoubtedly far from their real life, but it seemed that this distance would be shorter because of an application that appeared at this time, and even had the opportunity to come into contact with it.

A girl with a long ponytail pointed to the application letter in the bulletin board and smiled and said to her companions around her: "See it, Momo, I didn't lie to you, the TV series also needs to recruit actors in our school. What a great thing, I must find an opportunity to sign up!" Her fists clenched tightly interpreted her ambitions.
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