The backstage director also heard Xi Nancheng's voice, and he pressed the headset directly, "Quick, connect Meng Fu."

Every guest has headsets.

"It's all my fault, I forgot this." Sang Yu lowered his head and blamed himself.

He Yongfei whispered to comfort him, "It has nothing to do with you."

After Xi Nancheng said this, He Miao also realized the matter. The shoelaces of his other shoe were no longer tied, so he quickly got up and ran forward to find Meng Fu.

After passing the corner, I saw Meng Fu's back.

She had already walked to the counter, supported her with one hand and bent her fingers with the other, ready to knock on the table.

Seeing this scene, He Miao's pupils shrank slightly and he quickly said, "Dad Meng, don't!"

Meng Fu didn't knock on his hand, but only turned his head and looked at He Miao.

There are other members reading books on the first floor of the library.

These members naturally know the rules of Go clubs. They basically borrow books by themselves after taking them. Some books cannot be borrowed from them, so they stay on the reading table and read quietly, which is very far away from the counter.

The people from the program team also took light steps and took photos quietly when they went downstairs.

He Miao's voice exploded on the first floor, as if some switch was turned on. The atmosphere on the first floor became strange in an instant, and the other members looked at He Miao in amazement.

Xi Nancheng's heart sank. He couldn't stop He Miao and walked quickly to Meng Fu.

Behind the counter, the person on the recliner stretched out his hands full of gullies and slowly took off his hat.

After entering the photography team, Mr. Lei left a deep impression on them.

Now that he took off his hat, the camera on the show did not dare to take pictures of him on the face, only to take pictures of Meng Fu and Xi Nancheng.

Xi Nancheng pulled Meng Fu aside. His voice was low and he spoke respectfully to the old Mr. Lei behind the counter: "Mr. Lei, I am Xi Nancheng, the disciple of Teacher Ge. Today, the program team came to the library to record the program. Our people do not understand the rules of the library and will disturb you to rest."

His voice was very respectful and cautious.

Not far away, He Miao also realized that he had just started talking.

He followed Xi Nancheng and felt the pressure from Mr. Lei when he approached. He didn't dare to look up at Lei Guan, but he just lowered his head to apologize to Mr. Lei.

Then he grabbed Meng Fu's sleeve and said to Meng Fu with his mouth: "Dad Meng, we don't want the management manual anymore. Let's go upstairs to record the program first!"

After staying in the circle for so long, He Miao also knows the rules in the circle.

Even Xi Nancheng was so nervous that he knew that this person in the Go club was not simple.

I'm afraid that today's shooting will not be carried out normally.

Meng Fu looked at him, with no nervous expression on his face, and even raised an eyebrow: "...Is he mute?"

Seeing that Meng Fu was still talking, He Miao glared at him, saying that he was his father Meng, but now is not the time to show off.

"No," He Miao pulled Meng Fu aside and explained in a low voice, "This person is..."

At the same time, the director's team's voice also sounded from Meng Fu's earphones, "Meng Fu, please leave with Teacher Xi..."

Meng Fu waved his hand and easily avoided He Miao's hand. He didn't listen to the director team, but only looked at Mr. Lei, his voice was flat and slow, "Lei Management, do you have a library management manual here?"

"Director, what should I do now? If the Go club gets angry, I won't continue recording for us..." The staff in charge of recording the video looked at the director and frowned.

The director looked at Meng Fu's calm face on the video. He didn't know what he remembered and shook his head: "Look at it first."

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Meng Fu said this, and Xi Nancheng beside her frowned, "Mr. Lei, I'm sorry, this person is..."

Mr. Lei was just woken up by someone. His slightly brown eyes were a little bit violent, with bloodshot whites, and a long scar around his brow bone, and his face was very fierce.

He was very impatient, and he was about to erupt in the next second.

Hearing Meng Fu's voice, he finally looked at Meng Fu. Before the volcano erupted, he was silent.

"Management Manual?" After a while, he finally spoke, his voice a little dry.

"There are more than 700 borrowed books on the third floor that are not classified. It is too troublesome to classify your Go club, so we can't get it." Meng Fu explained to the other party politely.

Hearing Meng Fu's words, Mr. Lei paused slightly, "...Is it possible to come to me to find me?"

Meng Fu was righteous and not afraid at all: "Are you not the president?"

Mr. Lei could not refute for a moment, "...I'll ask if others have it."

He was silent for a moment, then slowly took out his cell phone, made a call, and asked if the library had a classification management manual.

After saying a few simple words, he hung up the phone, then stood up from the rattan chair, looked at Meng Fu, and pointed to the rattan chair behind him: "Do you want to sit?"

"No." Meng Fu refused.

About a few minutes later.

A young man rushed over outside the door.

In October, sweat as big as beans on his forehead rolled down, which shows how he rushed over. He bent down respectfully and handed a small notebook to Mr. Lei, "Old Lei."

Mr. Lei took it and handed it to Meng Fu, "That's it, look."

Meng Fu took it and looked through it. These were all the real things that the staff wrote with their notes, and the classification standards were very clear.

Mr. Lei saw her reading the notes and asked: "Is it what you want?"

"Simply," Meng Fu closed the note, "Then I will continue recording the show."

The two of them said one by one, and they didn't consider the status of the people around them at all.

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Chapter completed!