The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

Chu Shiyu retreated back to the team and looked with amusement at the guy standing beside him like a guardian angel.

Zhou Hui felt helpless. She didn't have the authority to chase this person away, so she had to continue with the purpose of this gathering.

"There are two notices for this gathering of artists. The first notice is: Artists generally have weak physical fitness. Starting today, they will implement an exercise plan and need to run 3000 meters every morning to punch in."

"The second notice is that the training camp will hold a welcome party for new members. We will be in charge of organizing it. In the coming time, I hope everyone will actively cooperate in organizing it."

Everyone responded in a loud and clear voice: "Got it."

Zhou Hui nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, next we will start the 3000-meter morning run. We are required to complete it within 15 minutes."

Chu Shiyu: “….”

He reluctantly raised his legs and quickly caught up with the team, slowly running on the track, while Fu Lingye ran beside him.

Fu Lingye was beside him, running while gently coaxing and comforting him: "Baby, it's only three thousand meters, it will be fine in a while."

Chu Shiyu smiled wryly: "I don't really want to run away. I want to tell my aunt that they bullied me."

Fu Lingye rubbed his head helplessly: "If I'm not mistaken, this should be my father's arrangement, the purpose is to let you exercise."

Otherwise, why would the Arts and Literature Department suddenly start exercising for no reason?

Anyone who can come in here doesn’t have a weak constitution!

Chu Shiyu curled his lips weakly: "Okay, but that steward bullied me."

"Well, I will report this matter and make sure she gets the punishment she deserves."

"That's pretty much it."

"What a vindictive little baby."

"do you have any opinion?"

"No no."

There were more female artists than male artists, so the female members who were jogging in the morning carefully followed behind the two men.

They all ran slowly, and for disciplinary reasons, they appeared calm on the surface, but they were screaming in their hearts: Ahhhh, the new little puppy in front is so cute.

Ahhhh, that legendary strongest rookie king, so handsome, a true big wolfdog.

These two people are so stunning! God has been very kind to me. I didn’t expect to see two most stunning beauties in the art department!

Oh my God, the legendary being who is the most difficult to deal with, who usually has an icy face, now has a gentle look. What a great contrast. I love it.

Of course, there are also people who question and are jealous: Who is this newcomer? He steals all the limelight as soon as he arrives.

It's not a big deal that he's good-looking, but at first glance he's a gigolo, looking frail and weak.

Zhou Hui watched from a distance as Fu Lingye followed the new team members, chatting idly while running.

The veins on her forehead jumped: Forget it, he is not easy to deal with, so let's not provoke him.

Since both of them were running at a constant speed, after ten minutes, the 3000-meter race was finally completed.

Seeing the team members finish their morning run and clock in, Zhou Hui blew the whistle and said, "Disperse."

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief that she could finally leave, and she turned and left the playground.

The group of artists were left with excitement. In the special training camp, all the newcomers admired Fu Lingye.

One of the young men rushed to the two of them with a surging heart and said excitedly: "Hello, Master Fu, can I ask you for an autograph?"

For a moment, the two were surrounded by the crowd enthusiastically.

"Master Fu, I want an autograph too."

"I also want......"

The noise of people scrambling for things was so loud that it gave the young man a headache.

When Fu Lingye saw the young man frowning, his aura suddenly became full, and a cold breath enveloped everyone's heart.

Everyone shuddered in an instant and their legs trembled.

They all dispersed tactfully, looking at the two men's backs with some regret.

Fu Lingye took him to a corner of the first cafeteria and sat him down: "Baby, sit down here, I'll go get some food."

The boy nodded obediently.

Fu Lingye patted his head happily: "Baby is so cute."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and went to get breakfast.

He had absolute privileges and did not have to queue up, so he could go directly to the special window and order two breakfasts.

Everyone in the queue looked at him with envy and admiration.

As the rookie king, everyone in this place knows him.

Of course, there are some admirers among them.

Just as Fu Lingye was holding two breakfasts in his hands, he turned around, and before his long legs had taken two steps, he bumped into a pretty girl.

In order to avoid him, Fu Lingye instantly dodged to the side.

As a result, a lot of porridge and soy milk on the plate spilled out, and some even splashed on himself.

The girl's eyes were filled with tears and she looked panicked: "Are you okay? I didn't mean it."

"I just had hypoglycemia. I was afraid I would pass out, so I was so focused on getting my meal that I didn't notice you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your clothes are dirty. How about you take them off and I'll wash them for you and give them back to you."

Fu Lingye had a dark face and a chilly aura all over his body.

His aura was full of oppression, which frightened the man, but he still gritted his teeth and put on a nonchalant expression.

She continued to apologize nervously: "I'm really sorry."

Fu Lingye was indifferent to her performance. He said in a cold voice, "Go away. Don't delay me from getting food."

The man was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stepped aside: "Okay, okay."

By the time she reacted, two more meals had already been prepared.

She quickly chased after him, her voice anxious and tearful: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Take off your clothes and I'll wash them for you."

She followed Fu Lingye closely until he walked to the corner where the boy was sitting and put down the plate steadily.

The girl's voice sounded again: "Brother Fu, I'm sorry."

The young man folded his arms leisurely, leaned back in his chair and teased, "Brother Ye, your suitor?"

Fu Lingye panicked and replied almost immediately: "I don't know him."

Hearing this, the man showed a hurt expression and staggered back half a step: "Brother Fu, how can you say you don't know me?"

"We trained in the same team before."

"I'm Chen Rou, don't you remember me?"

Everyone in the cafeteria had a look of watching a show.

Fu Lingye said with disgust: "I don't know him, please don't disturb us while we are eating, please leave immediately."

Then he looked at the boy with an innocent and aggrieved look.

Chen Rou, however, looked aggrieved and almost crying, she looked like a woman who had been cheated by a heartless man.

The boy sneered, his tone contemptuous: "Don't use such a lousy trick to disturb our meal."

Chen Rou's red eyes swept over the boy's contemptuous expression, and she instantly became angry and denied it in a hurry: "I didn't do that, you, who are you, what right do you have to say that to me."

The boy said in a contemptuous tone: "Oh, I'm not that person, it's just that it's very rude of you to interrupt our meal!"

She saw the boy wearing an artist's uniform and looked arrogant: "I'm talking to Brother Fu, what does it have to do with you?"

Artists generally have no real status in the special training camp. She has always been arrogant and looks down on people in the arts department.

The young man scratched his ears with a look of disgust: "Don't call him Brother Fu all the time. Does he know you? Do you know that it is very shameful for you to curry favor with someone who doesn't like you?"

The spectators in the cafeteria nodded when they heard this. They were watching the girl performing on her own the whole time.

Chen Rou shouted angrily: "Who do you think you are? Do you know who I am?"

The young man was speechless, wondering why there were always people comparing their backgrounds with his.

He raised the corners of his lips in a playful manner, and said jokingly: "Do you know who I am?"