Chapter 358 President Fan Ming

Emperor: You are swollen

Little bastard: It’s always swollen!

Emperor: When will we make an appointment to have a friendly exchange at the school martial arts gym?

Little bastard: Okay, with our status, we don’t have to do it in person. You come up with someone, and I come up with someone. The loser calls the winner daddy.

Emperor: You are so shameless and have made me gain knowledge again.

Little Bastard: Easy to say, easy to say

It seemed that Jiang Yi had completely given up struggling in front of Jun Ci.

They all started to feel shameless.

When Jun Ci was arguing with Jiang Yi, someone came to Mo Chaoyang, who was chatting with her at the same time.

He was currently in the club, and Fu Ziyan and Han Quan were busy with their own business.

The three of them were operating the artificial intelligence NPC in front of the computer inside, while the students outside were making game scenery.

When Fan Ming opened the club door, he was stunned when he saw the lively atmosphere inside the club.

He was away busy with his graduation issues and hadn't come back for a few months. Is their club so popular now?

"Hello, classmate, who are you looking for?"

A girl raised her head and clearly saw that he was an unfamiliar face, so she asked.

Others also raised their heads and looked curiously. After a while, a girl tentatively said: "President?"

The information of club members and cadres will be hung outside, but virtual clubs are inherently deserted. Who would usually pay attention to the photos of cadres and members inside the club.

But there are always people with good memories. Now that they saw Fan Ming, they immediately reacted.

Fan Ming nodded and didn't say anything more. He just asked, "Where is the vice president?"

He is a senior in college and has a good family. He has already developed a mature temperament, and his appearance is very mature. He also has a suit jacket on his arm.

Like a business elite who just came down from a high-end banquet.

Not like a student.

"inside."

The girl pointed to the room inside, feeling a little in awe of the president.

After hearing this, Fan Ming walked towards the small cubicle inside.

As soon as he entered and opened the door, Fan Ming heard Fu Ziyan's whirring voice: "Lanlan, Lanlan, export the melancholy expression data I told you yesterday."

Then there was a soft girl's voice: "To whom? Ye Yuan?"

Suddenly there was another domineering and sinister male voice: "What the hell is melancholy? I don't need it!"

Fan Ming didn't see anyone, but the sudden voice startled him.

When Mo Chaoyang saw Fan Ming, he stood up with a look of surprise on his face and shouted respectfully: "Senior, are you back?"

Fan Ming nodded, his stern eyebrows slightly deflated after taking in the environment in the room: "Is what you told me on the phone earlier true?"

Mo Chaoyang didn't say much during the phone call. He just talked about the data problem of artificial intelligence. He didn't talk about mobile games or anything like that. He asked Fan Ming to come back and tell him.

Fan Ming himself is engaged in the field of artificial intelligence. Of course, he was a little unbelievable. He was originally coming back to school to do something, so he happened to come to do this.

"of course it's true."

Mo Chaoyang was very happy to see Fan Ming. He also admired Fan Ming very much because of Fan Ming's achievements in this area.

He stepped forward to grab Fan Ming and talk in detail. Fu Ziyan pulled Mo Chaoyang's sleeve, a little worried: "Did you get Jun Ci's consent?"

After all, it was agreed that this matter could not be told to others.