Ye Chong looked at the small membrane bag in his hand, touched his backpack again, and then looked at the closed window, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Swish!

He took out his cell phone.

Boom!

Dialed a number.

"Hey, Hello Principal Yan, I'm Ye Chong.

...

Haha, hello, hello, nothing big.

...

OK, OK, thank you Principal Yan.

...

That's it, Principal Yan, I am now in the mission hall of our school and want to hand over the last task No. 007...

Yes, yes, it was the task I did last time in Leqing Mountains. I hunted the Erie Dog and wanted to come to the mission hall to hand in the mission hall...

I brought it, and I had all the beast eyes, but the teacher in the mission hall said that I had to take photos or something.

Principal Yan, you know I am a broken student who is not even a quasi-warrior. In that environment, if I hunt a erotic dog, I am afraid that I will die if I accidentally let me take a photo, then I will...

OK, OK, I know Principal Yan, I’m so embarrassed to disturb you.

...

OK, OK Principal Yan, please rest assured that I must pay attention to safety.

...

Well, I understand, OK, Principal Yan, for the sake of Jiuwu Academy, I must be more careful!

...

OK, Principal Jinglei, goodbye!"

Click!

After Ye Chong turned off the phone, he hugged his arms and stopped moving.

"Hehe, boy, do you think a scam call can let me open the Internet for you?" The small window opened at some point, and the skinny middle-aged man said with a sneer:

"I'll sue you, go get out of here, don't brag about it here.

Even if Principal Yan came here in person today, I would do my business according to the rules.

Hehe, you said you are a secular student who is not even a quasi-warrior and you are hunting S1-level monsters, are you cheating?

Without photos, you can't imagine success.

Our Jiuzhou Martial Arts College is not a place to support people like you with mixed academic qualifications.

You should go wherever you cool down.”

Ye Chong raised his lips and looked at the other person without saying a word.

"Look, what are you looking at? Hehe, scare me?" The skinny middle-aged man sneered, "Go away quickly, don't force me to come out and deal with you?"

"Principal Yan asked me to wait here for a while." Ye Chong smiled slightly and shrugged, "I can't leave now."

"Principal Yan, no, no..." The skinny middle-aged man slapped the table, and before he finished speaking, the phone rang.

Dingling!

He picked up the phone angrily.

"Hey, Mission Hall."

Swish!

He stood up as he looked up.

"yes!

...

Yes yes!

...

Yes Yes Yes!

...

Please rest assured, principal, Xiong Biao must handle this matter well!

...

OK, principal, I understand! It’s mine, I’ll change it!

...

Goodbye, goodbye to the principal.”

Ye Chong hugged his arms, stood still, and looked at the other person quietly.

Xiong Biao's face turned pale and red, and the sweat beads fell like soybeans.

"Teacher Xiong, then you are busy first, I'll leave?" Ye Chong said with a smile on his lips.

"Okay." Xiong Biao wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and said in surprise: "No! No no! Ye Chong, wait, I agree to you hand in the materials and the tasks."

"No, Teacher Xiong, let's forget it?" Ye Chong smiled slightly and shook his head. "I didn't take a photo of the corpse of the erotic dog. According to the rules, this is not considered completing the task. I... I was wrong, I... still won't hand over the task, and I'm leaving."

After saying that, Ye Chong turned around and left.

"Wait, wait, classmate Ye, you... don't leave first." Xiong Biaokaka ran out, "Submit the task quickly, right? After more than seven days, even if the task is not completed, you will be deducted 4,000 points."

"Oh, it's okay." Ye Chong continued to walk towards the door, "Principal Jinglei said, if I have any losses, he will make up for it."

"No, no, no, no, classmate Ye, Principal Yan is the head of the school and is very busy every day. We should not make things difficult for him," Xiong Biao's face was filled with anxiety and worry, "Hurry, hurry up, I'll finish your task, right? Classmate Ye, don't be angry, come on, hurry up."

"Forget it, Teacher Xiong, don't stop me," Ye Chong said with no expression. "I, a bragging little liar, should I get out of here!"

After saying that, Ye Chong walked out without saying a word.

Buzz!

Swish!

The face of the skinny middle-aged man Xiong Biao suddenly became extremely pale, and his head was buzzing and hot, his hands and feet were crazy, and he had nowhere to put them.

no way.

It's impossible not to go crazy.

He was able to get a job in a mission hall in a place like Kyushu Martial Arts Academy, but he had many entrusted his connections to the back door.

You know, although he was born in the martial arts world, he has not made much progress in martial arts and martial arts skills for many years. He likes to live a muddle of life, just by just having to live a muddle of life, just having food and drinking.

When he is idle, he plays games, or watches movies to cultivate his body and mind like many people in the secular world.

But……

How can I sit and eat the whole country in vain?

Soon, he realized that he was unable to make ends meet and could not live on his life.

It's also considered lucky.

Just in time for the revival of spiritual energy, the world changes greatly, and martial arts academies were established in various places, so he tried every means to find such a position and was respected as a teacher. He had nothing to do all day long, played games or watched movies every day, and earned a considerable salary, which was so beautiful.

But a few days ago, Ye Chong actually came to take on the mission. The key was that he was a student who was not even a quasi-warrior. He not only disturbed him playing games, but also affected his experience of watching movies, and even interrupted his practical activities. Of course, he was unhappy, and the more he looked at the other party, the more he disliked him.

This time the other party came to hand in the mission, but he interrupted his beautiful things in cultivating his sentiment again. How could he not be angry when he stepped on the horse?

Not a man!

However, who would have thought that this inconspicuous guy actually had a friendship with Yan Jinglei, the head of the school?

The key is that the friendship is quite good, okay?

Otherwise, as Principal Yan, it would be impossible to yell and scold him, and even issued a warning of expulsion.

Speaking of which, if Xiong Biao lost the beauty that everyone envied, the mission hall manager, this time, he would probably be in a sea of ​​suffering and never look back.

"Hey, classmate Ye, look at my stinky memory, I forgot, I really deserve to slap my mouth!" Xiong Biao grinned and laughed, pulling Ye Chong's arm and said:

“The last time I saw you, I felt like I had a feeling of being the same at first sight.

After you left, I specially prepared a gift and I will give it to you when you hand in the task.

Look, I was busy studying the world situation and the future development of martial arts. I was in a state of great difficulty. When you came, not only did you not recognize you, but you almost forgot what you were going to give you.

Sin, sin.

Haha, let me show you my brother.”

Ye Chong is a little amused now.

Thoughtful:

“It’s so damn.

Did you hit it off with me?

Or do you want to see me die?

Are you going to give me a gift?

Or should I send me an insult?
Chapter completed!