Professor Liu took it over. Several old men rushed over to grab it, "Old Liu, you can't eat alone!"

"Hey. What about the quality! Didn't you all agree yesterday? Whoever convinces you first will get it first, and you will not be allowed to rob it."

"screw you!"

A group of people were about to come forward to grab the form. Teacher Cao was afraid of personal safety issues, so he hurriedly said, "Zhong Yue chose the Chinese Painting Class of the Art Department. Don't argue."

One sentence immediately shocked the five old men in the calligraphy department.

The old man who was "running" in a wheelchair had all his teeth falling out and he was buzzing, "No robbery, no robbery. Yue, where are the people of Ayue?"

Professor Liu looked at the beautiful handwriting on the table and was so angry that he was trembling, "Nothing!" He looked at the vacant tutor column, picked up the pen and wrote his name on it.

"This, Professor Liu, you can't..."

"Where is Zhong Yue? Go and look for it now!"

Several old men were not willing to be outdone. After reading the form, they first scolded them, then picked up their pens, imitated Liu Tong's appearance, and wrote their names in the instructor column.

A small instructor column, squeezed five masters and a thumbprint...
Chapter completed!