The fake daughter-in-law holds the script of Long Aotian

"Why, why don't you tell me!!"

"My life is not worth it!!"

On the night the list was announced, Shen Mian started to go crazy with Cynthia.

"Are you afraid that I will stop her? Although the mecha masters in the league are always attacked first, so it is really dangerous. The damage rate is the highest every time in the league."

"But, you know, I will never hinder Aying's freedom of choice just for the sake of a little danger!"

"Ah! Why! I don't understand! I don't understand!"

Shen Mian whined and roared, as if Ma Jingtao was possessed.

"Wait, wait, you need to calm down for a while," Cynthia was shaken around in her pajamas and her soul was out of body. "I have met her several times. Are you sure that the matter of running for mecha master is in her mind?" Is it important? Apart from you, isn’t she indifferent to everything else?”

"...Indeed," Shen Mian calmed down a little, "I always feel that Aying is an isolated bystander to the world, and her attitude does not change even if the mountain collapses. However, she can't completely refuse to tell me!"

"I don't understand! All my life..."

Cynthia interrupted her casting move suspiciously: "Did she really not tell you? She shouldn't."

Shen Mian pulled out the mobile terminal and said angrily: "Look, there's no such thing! I can still miss it... uh... um..."

Shen Mian fell into an awkward silence as he looked at the inconspicuous sentence "I participated in the selection of mecha masters" among a bunch of course schedules.

As a student specially recruited for a special major, Aying's course schedule is different from others. It cannot be found on the school's official website. It is sent to a personal terminal in the form of text communication.

Shen Mian was once a little curious about what class she was going to take, so she forwarded the text. Shen Mian found that she couldn't understand it at all, so she didn't read it carefully...

Cynthia said angrily: "So, you called me out just for this little thing?"

Shen Mian's expression remained normal, but his gaze subtly shifted to the white wall behind Cynthia.

What a white wall...

"I'm impressed with you, Gungun," Cynthia yawned and rushed away, "Don't forget to attend the prefects' meeting tomorrow."

……

The next morning, the prefect’s conference room.

Shen Mian slumped on the table and yawned.

As expected, Zhao Nuonuo and Joshua still didn't come.

In fact, as a military school with strict disciplines, Changjuntai does not give much autonomy to student organizations, so even the grade prefects do not have many things to deal with - the approval of student associations is one of them.

"Men's Literature Research Club? What is this?"

Chen Shu casually flipped through dozens of applications for the establishment of a society, finally stopped at a page, and screamed out.

Xia Qingzhang raised his head and sneered: "I remember they applied to be established every year. They got stuck several times and still didn't stop. It's endless."

Shen Mian suppressed a smile: "Male literature, such a strange word."

I don't know who said: "It's just something they made up because they had nothing to do all day long."

There was a tacit chuckle in the conference room.

"Actually, it's just a club, so what if it's established or not?" Chu Baosi said casually, "But it would be bad if we gave the men in the school the illusion that we would constantly make concessions for them."

"However," someone else said, "the gender ratio in Changjun Taiwan is now as unbalanced as in previous years. Maybe we shouldn't suppress these men too hard? Give them some sweetness to save them from causing trouble?"

Jiang Di, the third-year vice-president, had a gloomy look on her face. She twirled a cigarette in her hand, but her desire stopped. She sneered: "Men shouldn't be allowed to enter Changjuntai. Haven't the empire done enough harm to them? Let's let them." If they die a few more times, they will stop.”

Shen Mian glanced at her. Jiang Di was tall, with dark red hair, and half of his arm exposed under the folded sleeves had burning scars.

She didn't have much communication with the deputy prefect, and she didn't expect that she was not an aboriginal from Districts 25-27.

The name of her power is... [Hateful Fire]?

Cynthia brought the topic back on track with a smile: "It's a foregone conclusion, it's too late to talk about it now."

Shen Mian had just entered the meeting of senior leaders less than a month ago and did not speak much on weekdays.

however.

At this time, she leaned back, fell on the armchair, and said easily: "It is better to clear the road than to block it. Let them drive. It will be a trial operation for one month. If they can survive it, I will lose."

Everyone's attention was focused on her.

"How to say?"

"How do you want to deal with them?"

Shen Mian waved his hand: "As far as my personal past experience is concerned, it doesn't even require a woman to take action. They will have to quarrel among themselves and end up falling apart."

In an instant, the projection of the application form appeared in front of everyone.

"Their application only relied on passion. What is masculinist literature? Is it only for men to apply? They themselves did not clarify the scope clearly and carefully. They recruited all kinds of members. When it came time to read and exchange, the scene..."

Shen Mian chuckled:

"The male protagonist of your book has slept with a woman; the male protagonist of your book is not independent enough; the author of your book has been in a coma; the owner of your publishing house has insulted men... The scene will become like this: liberals feel that my freedom has been deprived of me. , the radicals felt that it was too weak and moderate."

"Human patience is limited, and this kind of temporary impulse will only continue to wear away in disputes."

There was silence.

"If they can withstand the pressure and maintain the purity of the team, then we need to do something. But...most of the time, they compromise and give in again and again, and finally it becomes a woman's talk."

"And, to be honest, many men just stop by and complain, hoping for some psychological counseling from their brothers. When the critical moment comes, they are the first to say, 'I am a man, I think they are a bit too extreme.' That kind of person.”

Shen Mian smiled, pointed to the "Vice President" in the applicant column and said:

"This guy, I remember he has a girlfriend? His girlfriend seems to be a well-known masculinist on the forum?"

"If nothing else happens, he will be the first tipping point."

……

Sure enough, the "Men's Literature Research Society" was on its second day of trial operation.

Shen Mian and others who passed by the meeting point witnessed the vice president dragging his impatient girlfriend and complaining to the president: "Why don't you let my girlfriend participate! You are too authoritarian!"