I Really Didn’t Want to Become a Scumbag

　　 When Su Qianqian and Jiang Ting came back, they found their place was occupied. The four girls were sitting in a row. Now Wang Ting is sitting in Jiang Ting's place.

　　 When Wang Zijie saw Jiang Ting coming back, he smiled and gave way, and then returned to his place after a few words.

　　 And Song Baizhou didn't know when he had already risen from his position and sat down in the back row of Su Qianqian.

　　 Jiang Ting looked at Song Baizhou as if she had no intention of getting up. She was still listening to Qiao Linlin's bragging. She was a little unhappy. She wanted Song Baizhou to get up, but was stopped by Su Qianqian.

At this time, Su Qianqian washed her face, and she felt like hibiscus was flowing out of clear water, but her eyes were still red. I would feel sorry for anyone who saw it. She didn’t bother to get Song Baizhou up again. She was in a bad mood at first. It was really annoying to hear them chattering again.

　　 Song Baizhou took her seat, and the seat in front of Song Baizhou became vacant. Su Qianqian wanted to sit in the front row by herself, just so she could be alone.

　　 She told Jiang Ting her thoughts, and Jiang Ting nodded and said yes.

So Su Qianqian went to the front row, and when she walked to the front row, she suddenly noticed the label written on the front of the seat. He didn’t notice much before, but now he came to notice that the group of middle-aged people in the front row were all leaders. Starting from the characters in the side row, it is the president of a certain university to a certain executive of the certain university.

　　The closer to the c position in the third row, the higher the position. In the end, Su Qianqian discovered that the third row was sitting on a city bureau leader.

　　 Su Qianqian was stunned, raised her eyes and glanced at Song Baizhou, who had been chatting with Qiao Linlin over there, and couldn't help but glance at the label written on Song Baizhou's seat.

　　 Song Baizhou's seat label is very simple, it is a special guest Song Baizhou, but his left and right are the leaders of the city.

　　 And someone next to him asked the leader: "Leader, time is almost up, we should go."

　　 Then the leader waved his hand: "Don't worry, wait for Mr. Song."

　　Su Qianqian was stunned and looked at Song Baizhou again. In addition to being a little bit paranoid towards Zhou Yuwen, this girl is actually very smart. Now seeing the city leaders treat this middle-aged man so respectfully, how old is this man?

　　 But Qiao Linlin didn't care at all. She was chatting with Song Baizhou, both big and small, and she said, "Uncle, you can be here. Maybe you are a soldier, right?"

　　 Song Baizhou smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

　　 "That's for sure, in the army, why don't you wear a military uniform, uncle? What is your position? Are you a company commander? At least a small leader, right?" Qiao Linlin said.

　　The city leaders in the front row saw that the time was almost up, so they thought about asking Song Baizhou to go first, and they also prepared a dinner party?

　　 then asked Song Baizhou, saying that Mr. Song, the party is almost done, let's go and see elsewhere?

　　 Song Baizhou smiled and said: "No hurry, I still want to take a look here."

　　 "Oh," the city leader nodded, and said nothing. After all, Song Baizhou's hands and eyes were open to the sky, and he didn't want to do anything today, just accompany Song Baizhou.

　　 He glanced at Qiao Linlin. To be honest, he couldn't figure out what Song Baizhou was thinking. Is it possible that the old cow should eat tender grass? These big bosses don't have a good thing.

　　The leader secretly contempted in his heart.

　　 Qiao Linlin saw that this leader was so respectful to Song Baizhou, and asked: "Uncle, is this your subordinate?"

　　 "?" The leader was taken aback, then glanced at Qiao Linlin, would this girl look at people?

　　 "Hey, uncle, you are also a soldier? But your body is not good, look, how big is your belly, you don't exercise every day?" Qiao Linlin said with a smile to the city leader who turned her head to chat.

　　 "Ahem!" Su Qianqian couldn't help seeing that her best friend was not too young, so she coughed vigorously and signaled Qiao Linlin not to talk nonsense with her eyes.

　　 At this time, the face of the city leader has already faded.

　　 "Qianqian, what's wrong with you? My voice is dumb?" Qiao Linlin obviously didn't hear Su Qianqian's suggestion to herself: "Why do you have sand in your eyes? Don't you cry, don't you listen!"

　　 Su Qianqian couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing Qiao Linlin's words, this idiot, what is in his head?

　　 Song Baizhou saw Su Qianqian's hint, he smiled, and said to the front row leader faintly: "Mashi, the kids are not sensible, don't worry about it."

　　 The leader’s expression was very bad, but when Song Baizhou was helping Qiao Linlin to speak, he naturally wouldn’t say anything. He reluctantly smiled and said, "Where, kid, I know."

Song Baizhou nodded, and Qiao Linlin was still muttering over there, "What do you mean by that? No, uncle, you don't want to say that you don't look like a soldier? You can see how well this uncle has maintained. Our national soldiers!"

　　 Qiao Linlin was still talking over there. Jiang Ting saw Su Qianqian's suggestion and pulled Qiao Linlin next to him, saying: "Say a few words."

　　 Song Baizhou didn’t think Qiao Linlin had anything. He just glanced at Su Qianqian in the front row and couldn’t help asking: “I heard that you and the boy who performed just now are childhood sweethearts?”

Su Qianqian has a little understanding of Song Baizhou’s identity, and dare not be as free and easy as Qiao Linlin. The most important thing is that Su Qianqian has seen the principal and field affairs of her school in this row, and they are still sitting on the edge. Location, how high is the position of the old man in front of him?

　　 So Su Qianqian nodded cautiously: "Yeah."

　　 "Did he grow up with his mother?" Song Baizhou didn't hold back in the end, the question was a bit urgent.

　　 "Huh?" Su Qianqian was taken aback, obviously caught off guard, and looked at Song Baizhou with a vigilant expression.

　　 Song Baizhou realized that he was a little gaffe, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean that, I mean... I mean."

　　 Song Baizhou is really trying to figure out Zhou Yuwen's identity, but he doesn't know how to ask. This is the first time for Song Baizhou, who is already a tycoon at the age of 44, to be so entangled.

　　 After hesitating for a long time, Song Baizhou had a question: "I mean, is his mother's surname Zhou?"

　　Su Qianqian was taken aback. It was very strange how Song Baizhou knew Zhou Yuwen's family so clearly, and asked vigilantly: "What are you asking about?"

Song Baizhou already knew from Su Qianqian’s expression. The nervous expression suddenly relaxed at this moment. This is the first time Song Baizhou has such a smile in all these years. At this moment, Song Baizhou's smile felt like he was stunned.

　　 "It's nothing, girl, the boy you like is very good, you have to stick to it." Song Baizhou was relaxed at this moment, but said this indifferently.

　　 The city leader next to him was still waiting for Song Baizhou to finish his pastime and leave quickly. Song Baizhou became relieved after asking Su Qianqian this question, and said to the city leaders and subordinates next to him, Ma Shi, let’s go.

　　 After finishing speaking, Song Baizhou stood up.

"Oh, good." The city leader immediately stood up, and then all the leaders in the third row stood up, the leaders in the third row stood up, and the camp leaders and instructors in the first and second rows also stood up. .

　　 They are all waiting for Song Baizhou to leave.

　　 When these three rows of leaders stood up, there were some conditions in the scene. Qiao Linlin was immediately stunned. At this moment, she suddenly realized that the old man who was chatting with herself just now seemed a little different.

　　 "Oh yes," Song Baizhou, who had already walked out, suddenly thought of something, and asked Su Qianqian, who was still over there who hadn't figured out the situation: "Which school is the little boy who sang just now?"

At this time, a group of school leaders were waiting for Song Baizhou. Even a fool could see that Song Baizhou in a suit was not easy. When asked by Song Baizhou, Su Qian answered weakly without even thinking: "Agriculture, agriculture and forestry. College."

　　 "Hmm." Song Baizhou nodded, looked at his school leaders for a while, and asked: "What is the general affairs of the College of Agriculture and Forestry?"

　　 "I, it's me!" An old Mediterranean man immediately ran out excitedly.

　　 "Principal Xu, come by my side, and you will sit next to me for a while," Song Baizhou said with a smile.