My girlfriend is an idol

There was a teacher in his twenties sitting next to him, listening to him speak, but turning his head suspiciously.

In rural areas like Jeonju, people who speak the authentic Seoul dialect can be heard.

Therefore, looking at each other, the teacher instantly regarded Lee Hyun-chul as a Seoul native, and his expression and tone were also very polite.

"It is true. Our school does this every quarter every year, and this is also the school's tradition."

Li Xianzhe nodded slightly, in order to encourage students to do more exercise, especially in the hot summer.

In order to mobilize the enthusiasm of sports cells in these students who do not want to go out of the cool classroom due to weather problems, events of this scale are held every once in a while.

Basically, every class has students who sign up for it, and the school is also rare and generous for prizes.

From the top three scholarships of 500,000, 300,000 and 100,000 won, to the lowest level.

As long as you sign up for the participation, you will be rewarded with a set of school supplies that will stimulate the enthusiasm of the students.

"Five hundred thousand yuan..."

Li Xianzhe nodded straightforwardly. If he was among these people, he would also sign up for such an amount.

For students of this age, their pocket money is not high. Except for those boarding students, most of them can carry a few thousand won.

"Such a method, if it is placed in a brokerage company, in order to mobilize trainees to practice hard, reward the best people at the end of each month's assessment, the effect is absolutely obvious."

It's a pity that Li Xianzhe just thinks about this idea.

If the monthly assessment company awards 1 million won to outstanding trainees, it will be 12 million this year.

A brokerage company has never been a charity organization, nor is it a school such as a school for the purpose of training talents.

But no one has done this kind of thinking. For example, "Idol Games" on the TV station is a special case.

Because of the exposure, many artists are willing to participate in such competitions. As a result, the gold medals won are of little value. It is nothing more than a matter of honor.

Then again, in the past, if you want to get a scholarship, no matter what country you are in, at least among ordinary people, your grades are not good, and there is no teacher's nomination and recommendation. This is absolutely nothing.

But this kind of sports meeting is different. Instead, it gives those students with poor grades a chance to shine.

For students of this age, this money can be regarded as a great reward.

They can use this to eat a good meal, or buy gifts for themselves, etc.

While sighing like this, Jin Xiayan had already ran back out of breath, her fleshy little face was wet, and a few faint strands of hair stuck on her forehead.

"Oba, it's done."

"Thanks, I'll give you pocket money when I go back, don't tell your sister."

When she heard that she had pocket money, Jin Xiayan immediately laughed with joy.

Li Xianzhe has always been generous to him, and every time he gave pocket money in the past, it was 1 million won.

In comparison, Kim Taeyeon's sister is undoubtedly more harsh on her.

Just running errands, the little girl has long been used to it.

And Li Xianzhe asked her to do good things, saying one thousand things and ten thousand things. After all, Jin Xiayan is from Jeonju, even if her alma mater is not here.

But it spread out later, it was she who brought Li Xianzhe over, and then contributed to the following wave of things, how can you say that there is no vanity at this age.

"Oba, you really plan to donate to this school?"

Holding a big water bottle and drank a few sips of water madly, the coldness drove away the sultry heart, Jin Xiayan wiped her mouth and asked quietly.

"It's just a sudden feeling that when you come to Jeonju, you can meet fans who support me. Perhaps in their eyes, wearing such clothes and holding the surroundings is just to make more people notice them.

Although it doesn't make much sense for my fame growth, but...who makes them my fans?Thinking of me, this incompetent Obama really didn't do anything for them."

Li Xianzhe shrugged his shoulders. This kind of donation was an act of fame and fortune, but this time Li Xianzhe changed his method.

Listening to the conversation between the two, the teacher next to him became more and more astonished.

In the end, the familiar face under Li Xianzhe's hat reminded her of someone.

On the other side, a vehicle carrying dozens of boxes of drinks drove into the school and drove all the way to the playground, which directly alarmed the school's senior leaders on the main stage.

"Principal, the nearby supermarket brought 600 bottles of iced drinks, and asked our people to sign for it."

A school employee ran up to the main stage panting, wiped the sweat from his face, and whispered in the ear of a middle-aged man in his fifties.

"600 bottles? We haven't ordered a drink? Did the other party say who is paying?"

The principal, Yoon Hee-kyung, is a fifty-year-old middle-aged man, wearing ordinary glasses, and now his head is sideways.

Hearing a name from the man's mouth, he frowned slightly.

"Li Xianzhe? Anger?"

It is normal for older people not to pay much attention to things in the show business circle, especially for people of this type.

"Principal, Lee Hyun-cheol is the president of an entertainment company in Seoul, and he has a great influence and reputation in Seoul~"

Suddenly a guest came to my school, which made the school a little magnificent. The level of identity determines the attitude of the other party.

"Go and check, where is President Li? Don't affect the normal operation of the sports meeting."

The change on the podium did not attract too much attention from the audience.

Especially at this time, a referee walked into a specific area of ​​the playground with a flare gun in his hand.

"Snapped……"

Thick smoke and noise rushed into the sky, and the enthusiasm in the audience was completely mobilized in an instant.

"Huang Yizhi fighting! Huang Yizhi fighting!"

Qi Xixian at the lower edge of the auditorium, leading the fans of Li Xianzhe in Jeonju, raised the red banners in his hands in unison to support the running figure.

More than one hundred people, although not overwhelming the shouts of thousands of people in the audience, it is still a beautiful scenery.

Before the result of the game came out, Huang Yizhi suddenly became a celebrity. Many locals who came in to watch from outside suddenly had a question.

Who is this girl named Huang Yezhi?

Exclaims came from the direction of the runway on the playground.

Looking along the source of the sound, an agile figure flashed past Li Xianzhe's pupils.

Whether a person runs regularly can be seen from his posture.

Some people put their hands on both sides of their waists when they are running, and they have rhythmic steps to breathing.

Others are shaking their hands frantically, only believing in the principle of'fighting forward' all the time.

Standing in Li Xianzhe's line of sight, one could only see the girl's ponytail fluttering left and right like a direction indicator when she was running.

Under the scorching sun, in such weather, the dazzling sunlight will have a great impact on vision.

With a little carelessness, the player will leave his runway, and if he doesn't help, he may fall.