All the staff crazily criticize the villain, only the heroine is cute

Ning Yan blinked, "Second Young Master, have you figured it out?"

Ke Jing glanced over and raised the corners of his lips, "If you don't want it, just pretend I didn't say it."

"How can this be!"

Ning Yan chuckled, quickly rummaged through her phone to find her bank card information, and chirped a long list of them.

Ke Jing lowered his head and tapped on the screen for a moment. After a while, a clear message alert came from Ning Yan's phone.

"This is?"

Ning Yan looked at the 150 million written clearly on the transfer information and opened her eyes slightly, "Isn't this extra 30 the money to buy my life?"

Ke Jing raised his eyebrows at her and suddenly came closer: "Yes, after receiving the money, if you dare to go out and talk nonsense again, you will bear the consequences."

Ning Yan held the phone in her arms, her eyes a little excited, and moved forward, "How can you bear the consequences?"

Ke Jing smiled faintly, "Little girl, you can just play this kind of game occasionally. The Ke family is not as simple as you think. If you accidentally play yourself into it, don't cry for your mother when the time comes."

"But I think the second young master is very interesting." Ning Yan smiled innocently at him, "In the entire Ke family, I am most interested in you."

Ke Jing put one hand on the steering wheel and said in a teasing tone, "What? Are you interested in me?"

"Nonono," Ning Yan stretched out an index finger and shook it, "I am not lucky enough to accept a giant Buddha like you. I think our relationship is more suitable as sisters."

"Seriously, we have to stop being best friends. Your brother told me at noon today that he wants me to supervise you to see if you do anything bad. Look, if you take me with you, I can also cover you. How nice. !”

It was obvious that he had recommended himself to Ke Wenqing, but Ning Yan turned around and sold Ke Wenqing. The sound of the abacus beads was even more jarring than the engine of this sports car.

Ke Jing: "..."

Ke Jing: "Get out of my car."

The man's joking expression just now faded away, replaced by the protruding veins on his forehead and his hands that were gradually pinching the steering wheel.

With these unbearable words, the car door that was still locked was unlocked with a click.

Noticing Ke Jing's stormy expression, Ning Yan immediately stopped talking, opened the car door, and got out of the car.

The man in the car still looked bad. Ning Yan hesitated for a moment, then carefully added: "Then you remember to pick me up at the east gate of K University at 5:30 in the evening. I..."

Before she could finish her words, the sports car in front of her was like an arrow that had left its string. Two harsh engine sounds resounded across half of the sky and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Ning Yan scratched her hair and thought to herself that this man really didn't tease her. He didn't even have time to add her contact information, so he just left her and ran away.

The favorability level fluctuated slightly and was basically ignored. Ning Yan stared at the progress bar and clicked her tongue, but she didn't take it seriously.

She turned around and walked towards the rented house, feeling suddenly happy.

If she was just suspicious last night, then today she can be 100% sure that there must be something wrong with Ke Jing.

The original owner is now a student in the Department of Economics and Finance in the junior year of K University. His junior year classes are not particularly heavy and he is very free most of the time. However, because the original owner managed to get into the student union and wanted to curry favor with Su Meng, he has a lot of chores. .

Originally there were classes at three o'clock this afternoon, but because of student union activities, Ning Yan had to go there two hours earlier.

After getting her SLR from her residence, Ning Yan rushed to the K Student Union office. The president was already waiting inside with two vice presidents.

The rest of the people were sitting around talking and laughing, as if they were discussing something interesting, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Until the moment Ning Yan stepped into the office, this joyful atmosphere ended abruptly.

The group of people who were having a lively chat just now seemed to have seen something unlucky. After whispering to each other for a few times, they saw Ning Yan's expression and hesitated to speak.

Su Meng sat in the middle of the crowd like a star holding the moon, staring at Ning Yan and looking at her carefully from top to bottom. He rolled his eyes at her in public and snorted fiercely from his nose.

Ning Yan paused slightly, aware of everyone's attitude towards her, and felt something was wrong.

Although the original owner was Su Meng's follower before, his interpersonal relationships in the student union were pretty good, and he was the kind of person who could talk to anyone for a few words.

Moreover, the original owner was an old senior in the New Media Department who had successfully survived from freshman to junior year. She also held the position of deputy director of the New Media Department. As for the director of the New Media Department, he was naturally Su Meng.

But now, these people looked at her with obvious scrutiny and disdain.

Ning Yan looked away after just one glance, walked up to the president, and handed over the SLR and a memory card in her arms.

"Senior, this contains a promotional video that was shot a few days ago. See if you can use it."

No one around him dared to say a word, and the president of the student union just nodded, hummed, and took what Ning Yan handed over.

Then he inserted the memory card into the card reader and inserted it into the laptop on the desk. The mouse clicked loudly, and his frown deepened.

He looked at it for less than a minute and suddenly threw the mouse on the table, with a look of ridiculousness in his eyes.

"Isn't that what you filmed? This promotional video should be handed over to the activity center teacher tomorrow morning. How can we use it if you film it like this?"

The president turned the notebook outward, pointed at a lens on the screen, and spoke with all kinds of derogatory words.

"See for yourself what this is? If you don't know how to shoot, don't take the job. Are you blind to make this kind of garbage?"

"Sure enough, you girls can't do anything, and you can mess up something as small as taking a photo. You're so damn trouble-making!"

The president of the student union had a look of displeasure on his face. As he spoke, he rapped his knuckles on the table, and the thumping sound echoed in the small office.

Ning Yan felt that he was going crazy, tilted her neck, glanced at the computer screen, and then stared into his eyes.

"Where can't it work?"

The student council president was stunned for a moment, "What?"

"I said." Ning Yan pointed to the video shot he had just paused and repeated, "You said it can't be used. Why can't it be used?"

The president's mind was stuck for a second, and he glanced at the computer screen subconsciously, with a look of embarrassment and anger on his face.

"If I say no, it won't work. Look at the storyboard, the color correction, and the person in it. How can you shoot things like you do? Can you ask others to see if this thing can be used? "

The two vice-presidents, one on the left and one on the right, also agreed, pointing at the computer screen and began to criticize her shooting skills.

"You're still not happy to hear what I said. Your pictures are just not good. If your pictures are good, who is going to pick on you?"

"It's just that you are not a professional in the first place. We all believed in you when we asked you to shoot. The result is good. This is for no reason and it delays our progress in vain. It is really harmful!"