Soon, at school time, he was stopped by a few reporters in the parking lot.
"The hip-hop circle does have its own problems, but the reason for these problems is the general confusion of the urban black poor, who lack job opportunities..."
Just talking about the camera, suddenly heard some fast approaching sounds, his eyes turned to look, oh, Cathy.
Ok? Why did she come to see herself at this time? Behind him were these white men and women who looked crookedly.
The mind was turning, and suddenly I saw Kasidi raising her hand, and an object flew out of her right hand and went straight to her face, getting bigger and bigger.
'Snapped! ’
The pain is in the middle of the forehead...it is not very painful, but some sticky fluid objects slide down the cheeks, and it feels quite disgusting, and there is a fishy smell, uh, the smell of eggs.
"M-F..."
The vulgar words are only halfway out, ‘pop! He wrote another note, his eyes were blurred.
"Go back first!" I only knew that he was dragged by the old Mike to run in the foreign school building, and the photographer was chasing him behind him.
"Stop taking pictures, no more pictures!" Linda yelled.
"Long live free expression! Unfair expulsion! Protest! Protest! Unfair expulsion from the University of Chicago!"
Before being pushed into the teaching building by the bodyguards, he heard that Cathy had already led people to chant slogans neatly, and the photographer didn't chase them anymore. Maybe he would take pictures of them.
"What the **** is WTF! What the **** are you doing, Cassidy!?"
The mind hasn't turned around yet.
"Clean up the child first, Linda, and get clean clothes in the trunk." Old Mike got him into the nearest bathroom in the building.
"Sorry boss, I didn't subconsciously stop it when I saw it was Cathy..." Mavota whispered.
"Fuck..."
Song Ya put his fingers covered with egg liquid under his nose and smelled it. Fortunately, it was indeed just an egg. It seemed a bit stale, but...
Old Mike went to open a few partitions in the bathroom and checked it again, "It's not time to blame Mavota, go guard the door and put up the cleaning sign..."
No matter what, just wash the hand basin and bury your head under the faucet to clean up.
As soon as the cold water rushed, the more I thought about it, the more angry I was. I guess I haven't been smashed an egg in my life, but it was Cassidy...
There must be news...
And what is it called, I treat her so nicely, quietly treat her younger brothers and sisters, quietly give cash, even if you hate because of love...
If it wasn't for her huge stormtrooper dad who broke his orders and shot the FBI inspector alone...
All my hidden troubles are related to that matter. For example, if it weren’t for this hidden danger, I would dig a Gordon and try my best to appease the black media magnate Johnson, and if the price of the inner city broadcasting company can be reduced to two thousand. Wan, it is estimated that 20 million and the bottomless pit, it is not because I particularly need the support of the black media now.
His face became more and more gloomy.
"Chest, boy." Old Mike reminded.
He lowered his head, a large yellow stain on his chest, "FXXK!" He quickly took off the T-shirt and turned it over as a towel to wipe his hair.
"Miss Cassidy, are you still here?" Mavota's angry voice came from outside.
"Sorry, can I see him? I want to apologize to him..." Cassidy said weakly.
"Cassidy, what are you doing!?" Old Mike went out and asked in a low voice.
"Sorry...I..." she cried, "I need to be exposed..."
"The boss treats you..."
"Mike!" Song Ya stopped Old Mike from saying too much to her, "Let her come in."
Old Mike brought in Cassidy. The girl lowered her head, tangled her hands and fingers, and twisted unconsciously, "APLUS, I'm sorry, I need..."
"Is it exposure? Is it heat?"
From the mirror on the sink, she glanced at the poor, weak, blond girl who was sticking there, her eyes were cold, "Hehe, performance art is good, Miss Cathy."
"I...uuuuu..." she wailed, "I'm sorry APLUS, I know you asked someone to give me some cash last time..."
"Wait! Mike, search her."
Song Ya rubbed the back of his neck and commanded coldly, Cassidy had changed so much that he couldn't take risks now.
"What? No! I didn't bring the recording..." she yelled aggrievedly~www.mtlnovel.com~Uh, Miss Cassidy, please open your hands to your sides..." Old Mike stopped her, "Sorry , I'm an old man, please don't mind..."
"Coward!" She opened her arms, flushed with anger, and cursed at this side: "You dare not look at me, dare not face me? There is a kind of search by yourself!"
I have never heard of such a request!
Song Ya dropped the T-shirt casually, walked over a few steps, grabbed one of her arms, and roughly pulled it into the partition behind.
"Oh! What are you doing APLUS, you hurt me, let go!" she screamed.
Do you play politics? Playing with extreme white organizations, right? Goddess Aryan, right? Hit me with an egg, right?
‘Boom!’
He pushed her in, and closed the hand-washing compartment door with his backhand.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 709: ? Batman Forever
Latest website: ‘This afternoon, the singer APLUS was attacked with eggs by protesters on campus. The following is from the scene...’
In Highland Park, Song Ya and others gathered to watch the NBC channel. There was a camera, and his embarrassment was spread to thousands of households without any cover. At that time, he was listening to the reporter’s questions and calmly replying. There were some messy footsteps outside the screen, and the photographer immediately zoomed out of the lens, and Cassidy rushed over with her organization fans who had exchanged blood.
The blond girl wore a white T-shirt with a handwritten protest slogan. She expressionlessly took out the egg from her companion’s bag, and smashed it at herself without saying anything. The first blow burst the flower on her forehead, and then It's the face...
'Oh! The news anchor seemed to have taken on the role of the victim, screaming simultaneously with a little bit of painful exclamation.
Song Ya himself was a bit slow to react, and subconsciously reached out to touch the eggshell hanging from his hair, the egg liquid flowed down his chin, and his image was extremely embarrassed.
"Go back first! Go! Go!" Then there was the voice of old Mike's command. He, Mavota and Linda protected themselves among them, and quickly retreated to the teaching building.
The picture began to shake, and the photographer hurried to shoot for a short period of time, "Stop shooting! No more shooting!" Linda angrily shouted in the voice of a black aunt, and the group disappeared in front of the teaching building.
Neither the photographer nor the reporter rushed in. They went back to take pictures of Cassidy and others who were already lined up and shouting slogans neatly.
"from……"
NBC didn't show Cathy's demands anymore. They pinched out the picture and replaced it with a headshot of Cathy's and a photo of her being turned into a police car by the school police.
"Cassidy McGee, this protester was expelled from the University of Chicago for supporting her alleged inappropriate remarks about the Oklahoma City bombing. APLUS once stated that she disagreed with every word of her remarks. The extreme girl planned the attack. After hiding in the campus for more than an hour, she and her companions were arrested, and the school stated that it would prosecute..."
At this time, both Old Mike and Linda looked at Song Ya subconsciously, the boss himself was numb, did not speak, and there was a little joy on his face.
Cassidy, who was pushed into the partition, was very cooperative. Even then, there was an apocalypse. It was the football youth film adapted from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. The hostess faced accusations that she was a man on the court. In the eyes of the public, the bold and unrestrained jersey was set off on the spot...