"You call yourselves Qin Guan's most loyal followers. You don't want to do it? I'll do it! "
After saying that, the two of them threw out the flags in their hands.
The words "Welcome to Harvard's Fan Club" were printed on it in big letters.
The other guy's slogan was "What are you waiting for, Qin Guan's fans?"
Qin Guan's photo was printed on the background of the two banners, which made the banners look especially beautiful.
In just a few minutes, these colorful flags attracted the attention of the people from Harvard.
"What? Do you think it's another club election? "
"Impossible! It's holiday time. Maybe it's a party or a rare party? Or is it a rare gathering? Ah, that's not right. Look, it's a fan club of a celebrity. "
"Did any celebrities come to Harvard for an event? Even the president was kicked out of Harvard. How could a star sneak in? "
After hearing the noise behind them, the leading teachers of the two schools turned their heads at the same time.
"Ha! Isn't he handsome? "
The Harvard teacher couldn't say a word. He could only turn his head and murmur in a low voice, "Crush him with IQ, crush him with IQ …"
Before they could get close to the building, the fan club on the playground had already formed a lively crowd.
A few guys passed by on the lawn with their arms around each other's shoulders. From afar, they could see the flag that was stuck in the ground, swaying in the wind.
"Hey, help me take a look. What is that? Why do the people up there look so familiar? "
"Qin Guan's Fan Club of Columbia University..."
“FUCK！ I know who he is! Do you know that I went to Columbia to participate in the Ivy League Football League? "
"The prank about how Harvard sucks?"
"That's right, the person on the portrait is one of the main culprits. He looks so unique, even if he turns into ashes, I would still recognize him!"
When the brothers heard this, they immediately stood up against the same enemy. "What's wrong? Do you want to kill him? "
The leader looked at the retreating Colombian team and the fan club that had begun to gather members under the flag. He touched his chin and shook his head.
"No, we can only win with our wits, not with force. You can't say that Harvard is bullying you, right?"
"Looks like they're here for a short-term academic exchange. Let's do this during lunch …"
…
The atmosphere of the academic conference was heated. Qin Guan was the face of the conference, so his mind was blank. Maybe the other party was afraid that Qin Guan's appearance would interfere with Harvard's academic research, so they had sent a bunch of old men for an exchange.
Seeing that the two sides were evenly matched, the leading teacher of Columbia University couldn't help but feel annoyed, beating his chest and stamping his feet.
However, at the end of the friendly meeting in the public cafeteria, the teacher finally took back 10% of the money.
Half of the small cafeteria was occupied by Qin Guan's fan club. When they finished their meeting and entered the cafeteria, they were greeted by thunderous cheers.
"Qin Guan! Welcome to Harvard! We will always support you! "
Food, flowers, and small gifts. The excited Harvard girls lined up in rows under Vivian's lead and cheered for their idol in an orderly manner.
At that moment, the Columbia University mascot, who was drooling and almost falling asleep at the exchange meeting, started to attract their attention.
"Sob, sob, sob, sob. How can my favorite cheerleader, Mei Ni, smile at others like a flower?"
This was another case where IQ didn't win over appearance. This group of children who could bravely face difficult problems shed sad tears.
"Sigh, everyone, make way, make way, excuse me! Following these loud shouts, a few burly men squeezed in.
"You are Qin Guan, right? Look at the friendliness of us Harvard people. To be honest, I'm also a loyal fan of yours! "
When this group of people squeezed in, there was a small silence in the dining room, but after a few seconds, whispers began to ring out.
"What are the sports clubs doing here?"
"I don't know. They are all here. Don't they participate in all kinds of competitions with prizes during the holidays?"
Qin Guan raised his eyes in confusion. Since when have I been so popular among the Masculine School?
As soon as he saw them though, he realized that he was in trouble. As someone with a photographic memory, Qin Guan would never forget the Harvard students he had pursued at Columbia University.
They must have recognized him because he had been too ostentatious.
From the looks of it, this group of people was planning to settle old scores with him.
He had to deal with them one step at a time.
Qin Guan's brain worked quickly. Maybe I can take the initiative to attack them?
Thinking of this, he moved.
Qin Guan tidied his short hair and put on a dirty smile. He had been warned many times before, but he rarely showed it.
His eyes were sincere and clear. His emotions were exposed and bursting forth. The corners of his mouth were warm and bright. His face was as handsome as the clear wind and bright moon.
Qin Guan held the leader's hands while the others were petrified.
"Thank you for liking me, my loyal fan."
Cong Nianwei, who was not affected, shook her head. Judging from his appearance, he must have caused some trouble in the past.
The leader of the group blushed as soon as he shook hands with Qin Guan.
"Then, what, what, how … how do you recruit people …"
Qin Guan was still smiling like a spring breeze. Accompanied by the screams of the Harvard girls, he continued, "This is to repay your kindness. Shaking hands is a natural way to express my gratitude."
"Ah! Qin Guan, I support you too! "
"Ah! Qin Guan, I want to shake hands with you too! "
The surrounding female students, who had gone mad with jealousy, glared daggers at the few burly men with resentful glares.
They looked strong, but in fact, they were sissies at heart. Why don't you take a look at yourself before you compete with them?
The Big Brother, whose hand was being held, was no longer able to fight. However, there were still a few people behind him who remained unmoved under the halo of the handsome guy.
With one look, one could tell that he was a rather astute man. He helped this group of people to state their purpose of coming here.
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