"Sorry, Director He, I don't think going to the Conservatory of Music to study is a delay in youth." Song Baojun shook his head gently.

Director He suddenly stopped and his face became very serious: "If you have to go, it's not impossible. But I think you're very sad to pass the courses in the Chinese Department."

Song Baojun said carefully: "Director He is worried that I don't have enough energy to take care of both ends? You can rest assured that I guarantee that the credits of the Chinese Department will meet the standards."

Director He sneered three times and said, "I'll make it clear. As long as you go, I guarantee you won't get a single credit this semester!"

Song Baojun was stunned suddenly, and he really didn't expect that a person's face could become so fast.

People often say awesomely: "I was just scared!" There is some exaggeration. Only Song Baojun can pat his chest to guarantee, and grew up with countless threats since childhood, without any adulteration.

"Song Baojun, I have a kind of experience waiting at the school gate after school!"

"Song Baojun, if you don't take the money this afternoon, I can't protect you even if the king comes!"

"Song Baojun, believe it or not, I will beat you up?"

"Song Baojun, help me copy an assignment, why don't you want to write? Are you looking for death?"

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Such things are unknown, and they remember them deeply, as if they were yesterday. The ones they faced the most were cold eyes, so when the otaku awakened his personality, the most important personality, the most feared one is the threat from others.

He looked at Director He's fat face with a greasy face and smiled calmly: "Then welcome Director He to do it."

Usually when it comes to that, students will surrender or surrender in disguise. Director He did not expect that Song Baojun was so rebellious. He immediately narrowed his eyes slightly, and a feeling of displeasure rushed to his heart, and said coldly: "I hope you don't regret it then."

Song Baojun touched his short hair and laughed, "No matter how much I regret it, I just don't study. Director He, if you regret it, you may not be able to save your job." As he said that, he walked forward with great strides.

"Song, Bao, Jun!" Director He said word by word behind him.

When he walked into the department director's office, Dean Zhou was sitting on the sofa waiting. There was a cup of cold tea on the coffee table. When he saw Song Baojun entering the door, he stood up and smiled and said, "Xiao Song, I just mentioned it to your Director He, so it didn't delay your course, right?"

"It's okay..." Song Baojun stepped forward and shook hands with Dean Zhou, glanced at Director He following behind, and shouted: "My professional knowledge in the Chinese Department has long been well-versed in history, and has mastered Chinese and Western knowledge, and has known astronomy and geography. It is all in the past and next five hundred years, and it is unprecedented and has no future. What is the point of taking a few lessons?"

Director He's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he pretended that he didn't hear it. And you're crazy!

President Zhou just thought the boy in front of him was joking and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go to the Conservatory of Music together. Everyone is waiting, and Teacher Tu is about to arrive."

He politely said to Director He and said goodbye and went out. Song Baojun stayed by his side and ignored him, and Director He did not look at him again.

When she got into Dean Zhou's Chevrolet car, Song Baojun pretended to be careless and asked: "Dean, is the employment situation in our Conservatory of Music really bad?"

"Why do you say that?" Dean Zhou smiled and didn't care.

"Uh, it's what Director He said just now. He said that the situation in the Conservatory of Music was not ideal and told me not to go. But I thought I could study under Teacher Tu, so I resisted the pressure."

President Zhou thought, "What does this mean by this old man?"

Song Baojun smiled like an ordinary student without any intentions and said, "Director He is really funny. He said that students in the Conservatory of Music all rely on the back door and were implicitly entered by the leaders. The teachers have no real talent and knowledge, so I'm careful. How can this be done? I can't tell that you have a good relationship with Director He, and you can even make such jokes."

President Zhou said lightly: "It's nothing, Lao He is really talking nonsense. If he does, don't spread these words at will, so as not to catch the sensible people."

However, Song Baojun saw his hand trembling slightly when he grabbed the steering wheel. He knew that a few words had worked, so he stopped talking.

The car stopped in the open space in front of the Conservatory of Music Hall, and there were many cars around it. The auditorium had been arranged, with various flower baskets placed at the door, and a banner with a red-bottomed yellow letter was hung, which read "Warm congratulations to the famous musician Professor Tu Fen for taking office as honorary dean of our college."

When a young man who was anxiously looking around saw Dean Zhou park his car, he rushed over and whispered: "Dean, Professor Tu is here, everyone is waiting for you."

"Oh, OK, I'll go there right away." President Zhou pulled Song Baojun and left. After thinking about it, he turned back and said, "Have you booked a seat at the Jade Emperor Hotel tonight?"

The young man was Zhang Yu, director of the college office, who was actually equivalent to the dean's secretary. He was embarrassed when he heard this: "Before he had time to tell you, Professor Tu just mentioned that he would never accept extravagance and waste. If we insist on eating and drinking in high-end hotels, then she would rather not participate."

President Zhou was also a decisive person and said, "Then arrange it in the canteen to see how many tables it is arranged. It doesn't matter if the environment is not good. The key is that the dishes should be high-end and the wine should be famous brands. It is best to invite the chef of the Jade Emperor Hotel to try to make all the leaders satisfied."

Seeing that Song Baojun was eager to speak but stopped, he asked, "Xiao Song, are you doing something?"

Song Baojun said: "Well, I don't know if I should say something. Since Teacher Tu declares that he doesn't like extravagance and waste, I think he won't just do it. Putting high-end dishes in the canteen, and a table costs thousands or tens of thousands. What's the difference between this and a big hotel? I'm afraid that in the end, everyone will be unhappy, and our college will not please both sides..."
Chapter completed!