The scene was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.
Zhong Liyuan's gloom made the air seem to condense.
Pan Jingyuan and the curator and his wife looked at each other and felt gloating.
They didn't expect that Ye Hong would dare to scold Zhong Liyuan so bluntly.
In front of everyone, where does this put Zhong Liyuan's face
In their view, this is simply seeking death.
"Young man, you are still too energetic."
Pan Jingyuan watched everything with cold eyes, secretly looking forward to the scene where Ye Hong was dealt with by Zhong Liyuan.
"Ding! Resist pressure, pressure resistance +1, current progress: 1/10, current level: entry level."
Zhong Liyuan is an ordinary person, without the slightest trace of an ancient martial artist.
The pressure he exerts on his surroundings comes from his own experience and status.
It was the aura of a battlefield coming out of a hail of bullets.
Iron-blooded, chilling.
Coupled with the majesty of a teacher that he had accumulated over the years of running the examination institute, the people around him were instantly breathless.
But Ye Hong was not affected by such pressure.
His eyes were clear and filled with anger.
Not only did he not shut up, but his voice became even louder: "As the dean of the Examination Yuan, you have many talents all over the world.
But my subordinates have taught Pan Jingyuan, a scumbag and loser, what are you if you are not an old fool
You, the dean, pretend not to see the misunderstanding and darkness created by Pan Jingyuan. You are either an old fool or not! Varied! What? ! "
The sound was like thunder, causing Zhong Liyuan's skull to buzz.
Ye Hong's body seemed to burst into dazzling light for an instant, making it impossible to look directly at him.
Subconsciously, Zhong Liyuan froze on the spot.
"Ye Hong! What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Pan Jingyuan couldn't help but feel uneasy when he saw that Zhong Liyuan not only failed to suppress Ye Hong, but was counterattacked.
"etc!"
Zhong Liyuan suddenly frowned, pointed at Ye Hong, and said to Pan Jingyuan: "What did you call him?"
"Ye Hong, what's wrong?" Pan Jingyuan asked confused.
Zhong Liyuan looked Ye Hong up and down, and suddenly took out his mobile phone.
From the perspective of Pan Jingyuan behind him, he found that Zhong Liyuan was browsing a picture of student information.
Pan Jingyuan was puzzled, wondering what Zhong Liyuan was looking at at this moment.
A moment later, when Zhong Liyuan looked up at Ye Hong again, for some reason, his eyes became much softer.
He smiled at Ye Hong and said meaningfully: "No wonder you dare to call me an old fool. I really have that kind of capital."
Ye Hong was confused by Zhong Liyuan's words.
But he had no time to pay attention to Zhong Liyuan's change of attitude at the moment.
Now that you’ve decided to take it all the way to the end, there’s no reason to stop!
Ye Hong snorted coldly, took Xiaohui's hand and walked out of the crowd.
"Come, tell our Dean Zhong what disgusting things his good students have done!"
Xiaohui had never seen such a scene before, and had never faced so many big shots at the same time. She was so nervous that she could not speak.
The curator also looked at Xiaohui with a sinister look in warning, which frightened her so much that she didn't dare to speak and just shook her head repeatedly.
"You villain, let that girl go!
People don't want to talk to you at all. "
Pan Jingyuan smiled proudly.
Ye Hong frowned slightly and said calmly to Xiaohui: "Look into my eyes."
Xiaohui subconsciously raised her head and met a pair of eyes as clear as springs.
(End of chapter)