As he walked, he asked curiously, "Girl, do you know a student named An Feiran? He's in Class 1 and has good grades."
"I know someone, but I don't know if it's the one you're looking for," Song Jingwan said with a smile, "It's just that his grades, in our class, are just at the bottom of the crane."
"What? It's impossible..."
An Jun frowned, "Fei Ran's grades have always been very good, and he got straight A's in all subjects in foreign countries. Could it be that he doesn't adapt to domestic education?"
His voice was very low, and Song Jingwan, who was gradually distanced from him, couldn't hear clearly, "Huh? What did you say?"
"Oh, nothing." An Jun smiled and quickened his pace.
"You are young, and your tone is not small. What qualifications do you have to teach them? Even the best gold medal tutors can't guarantee that in just over a month, these children's lowest grades will be raised to the level of a class of children." You dare to say that you are shoulder to shoulder."
The middle-aged man strode forward, followed by six bodyguards in black.
His face is majestic and full of oppression.
"Time will tell, don't you think?"
Song Yaoyao bent her eyes, and when the others saw him, their expressions changed drastically, and they basically fell silent.
Only she still had that soft and harmless appearance.
The colder the other party's expression was, the brighter Song Yaoyao's smile became.
"It was you who beat my son?"
Yan Zezheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Yaoyao coldly.
"Who is your son?" Song Yaoyao was surprised, she pointed to Liu Peng whose face was covered with tears and snot from crying, "Is it him? But you don't look like at all—"
"The little girl is very smart, but you are still too young, so don't play with me like this."
Yan Zezheng snorted and raised his hand slightly, "Take her away to me."
If something happened to his son, then she wouldn't have to live.
"You dare!" Shen Xun's eyes were full of hostility, and he blocked Song Yaoyao, "Uncle Yan, this is a school, in front of so many people, is it unreasonable to take away a female student?"
"Shen Xun, don't interrupt!" Wang Mingjiang glared at him, walked quickly to Yan Zezheng, and stretched out his hand with a smile, "Why is Mr. Yan here? My students are ignorant, what can you say?" Tell me, don't worry, I will never take sides with anyone! But it seems unreasonable for you to say that you want to take this child—"
"Unreasonable?" Yan Zezheng raised his eyebrows, and swept his face contemptuously, "I think you are tired of being the headmaster! Here, I am the reason!"
After that, his eyes sharpened, "What are you still doing in a daze, take her away!"
"Mr. Yan, please speak up if you have something to say—ouch!"
Wang Mingjiang hurried forward to stop him, but was pushed away by the bodyguard who stepped forward.
He staggered back a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.
The atmosphere froze all of a sudden.
"Want to take her away? Then step over me!" Shen Xun stood in front of Song Yaoyao without hesitation.
"It was originally Yan Ruoyang who was the first to flirt, so why should he take my family away?!"
Tang Xinrou shook off her aunt's hand and protected Song Yaoyao.
The students in class three spontaneously formed a meat wall, trying to stop the bodyguards from advancing.
"Mr. Yan?"
One of the bodyguards hesitated and looked at Yan Zezheng.
"Ah… "
Yan Zezheng took off his glasses and wiped them casually, with a cold tone, "Are you sure you want to fight against me? Xiaoyang is my only son Yan, and now he is lying in the hospital with uncertain life or death. To put it bluntly, I want to take it away People, do you really think that these few children can stop you?"