Dong Yingluo was holding her head, half-kneeling on the ground in pain, "Ning Xixi, don't go too far!"
Everyone at the broadcasting station was stunned, they looked at each other and then pushed forward a representative.
The boy with the slanting bangs came up timidly, "Err...student, may I ask if you want to...?"
"Who is the station manager?"
"I am."
Ning Xixi smiled and said, "This classmate Dong and I have some personal grievances and I would like to borrow the school's broadcast system."
She spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, and knowing her relationship with Ji Yebai, the other party hesitated but then nodded, "Alright, but you can only use it for five minutes and it cannot affect our subsequent broadcast..."
"Okay."
Five minutes, that's enough!
"Dong Yingluo, apologize here or during the flag-raising ceremony, choose one." Her voice was sweet and soft, glutinous, yet it carried an undeniable authority!
"I don't want to..."
