Chapter 47

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As the president of the Literary Club, Xu Ning has a privilege exclusive to the president, a veto power. Xu Ning thought for a while, and finally agreed. The others all agreed, and the admiration of this article just now is very obvious. She couldn't ignore the wishes of other people, otherwise, even if Li Keqiang was really prevented from entering the agency, it would make other people in the literature agency suspicious of her. After all, a person who does not distinguish between public and private and whose personal feelings are above reason can really be qualified for the position of president?

This time with more than 200 people, Xu Ning and the others only recruited 35 people, plus their original 16 people, making a total of 51 people. Their literary club suddenly became one of the top three large clubs in the school based on the number of people.

Early the next morning, Li Shuai posted the passed list on the wall outside the activity room. Also posted at the same time, there are also contributions by personnel.

"All those who passed, please gather in the activity room at 6 o'clock this afternoon. Those who are out of date and future will be counted as automatically giving up joining the company." Several big boys stood in front of the bulletin board and carefully watched the notice on the bulletin board.

"Keqiang, let's come together this afternoon." Guo Ming said, patted Li Keqiang on the shoulder.

"Okay, no problem. The articles posted over there seem to be approved articles. Let's go and take a look." Li Keqiang nodded and pointed to a group of people nearby.

Thirty-five manuscripts were posted on the wall, and a group of people gathered around to read it. Many students who did not pass the selection watched with a comparative mentality. But after reading it, I have to admit that the selection of Chenxi Literature Club is indeed fair. Compared with the 35 articles on the wall, there are indeed some gaps between my own article.

Of course, not everyone has this mentality, and some people feel that their articles are not much worse than the ones on the wall. They ran into the activity room and blushed and asked, what's wrong with their article?

Xu Ning was found by the counselor, so he didn't come. The work of the literary club was handed over to Xiang Zhengguo. Xiang Zhengguo didn't say anything to the people who came to inquire. He asked his name first, and then asked people to find out their articles. The reviewers of each article made comments when you reviewed the manuscript, whether it was good or bad.

Seeing the comments of at least five people on their article, all five of them pointed out the advantages and disadvantages of the article from their own perspectives, and also pointed out the reasons why it was not passed. Seeing this, the students who were still not convinced had nothing to say at this time. Several people asked Xiang Zhengguo when they were going out: "Are you still recruiting new people next year? When we recruit new people, can we still submit papers."

"Of course, as long as you love literature, our Literature Club will always welcome everyone to join. This time the quota is limited. If you are willing, you can also contribute to our Literature Club if you have good articles. As long as you write well, get everyone's advice. If you agree, there will be a chance for publication." Xiang Zhengguo just opened his mouth.

Whether you like it or not, after posting the list, the list for joining the company has been set. Just after class in the afternoon, Xu Ning and the others went straight to the activity room without eating. They didn't expect to recruit so many people at first, so the chairs they were sitting on were not enough. When Xu Ning and the others went down, they brought their own tables and chairs.

"Li Shuai, you can ask someone to fetch two pots of boiling water." "Boss, go a little bit to the left and a little bit higher." "Tap and lightly." Xu Ning turned around in the activity room, and she could be seen everywhere.

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