The Evil Emperor Chasing His Wife: The Heaven-defying Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 92 Abduction 3
"Actually, the dean is not like this usually. He is very kind to people and things, hehe..."

"..." Nan Lingge.

It's not like this or what, it's better than a bean.

Seeing that Nan Lingge didn't say anything, the white-haired old man pulled out a stack of yellowed papers from his pocket. Due to long-term friction, the corners were slightly curled up, and there were some missing corners with a crease on the top. One of them, and one of them is quite complete.

"Come on, don't you want to sign up, first sign this registration form."

The corner of Nan Lingge's mouth twitched, Beimo College is so poor, even the registration form is so shabby, it's unbelievable!

"This is the registration form?"

The white-haired old man nodded calmly, but his heart kept beating. She couldn't see anything, right?
"You are the dean?" Isn't the dean very cool?Why is the dean of the branch in front of me dressed... um... so shabby, look, there is pudding!After adding the registration form, Nan Lingge deeply suspected that the dean of the branch was a liar from somewhere. Because of his poor family, the whole family could not survive, so he came to the gate of Beimo College in an attempt to deceive The tuition fees of these pure and innocent students.

"Hey, hello, what kind of eyes are you kidding?" Seeing Nan Lingge looking at him like this, the white-haired old man jumped up excitedly.

Nanling Geming was caught by the white-haired old man and coughed lightly twice to cover up his embarrassment.

"I just think that you, a dignified branch dean, wear such shabby clothes, have patches, and the registration form you took out is... um... old, a bit illogical."

The white-haired old man nodded, expressing his understanding, but immediately realized that something was wrong, and suddenly his eyes widened: "You brat, what do you know, there is a reason why the dean is wearing such shabby clothes and wearing patches. of."

"What's the reason?" Nan Lingge asked curiously.

The white-haired old man glanced at Nanlingge resentfully, and sighed: "You are a young master, how do you know that these firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are so expensive!"

"..." Nan Lingge.

Don't tell her that you, a dean, still worry about daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, she wouldn't believe it if you killed her.

The white-haired old man saw Nan Lingge's unbelieving expression, and continued: "Of course, the dean does not lack these. The shabby clothes of the dean are not because of lack of money, but to save cloth for the country. It is all for you These losers."

Nan Lingge was also drunk, why did she get involved with the prodigal son, and is she a prodigal son?At best, she can be considered a prodigal daughter, not as serious as a prodigal son.

"Hey..." the white-haired old man sighed again: "Do you know how much fabric you prodigal sons use every year? The total annual fabric consumption reaches six figures, which greatly increases the pressure on embroiderers." , do you know how much time embroiderers have to rest every year? A total of 360 five days a year, only [-]% of the rest time."

A group of "grass mud horses" ran past in Nan Lingge's mind, and the calculation was really clear.

The white-haired old man took a few deep breaths, and continued: "Also, you prodigals, you are too prodigal when you eat, can you finish a table of dishes? Huh?"

Nan Lingge twitched the corners of his mouth, and shook his head sincerely: "I can't finish eating."

The white-haired old man looked like "I knew it", and clapped his palms: "So, such a big table is wasted."

(End of this chapter)