Violent president, don't mess around!

Chapter 97

"Student, please stand up!"

A hearty voice sounded in the center of the venue and quickly spread along with the voice of the media.

Cen Huan frowned, looked back at the glasses that were still standing there, and pointed to himself, "He called me?"

Glasses nodded bitterly, even worrying and being afraid is foolish.

Cen Huan shrugged, stood up from his seat, and met the eyes of the old man on the podium without fear.

The old man had a sullen face. In Cen Huan's eyes, he was a zombie in the ancient tomb.

The zombie opened its mouth and clicked, "This classmate, you don't seem to be a member of the student union. You should apologize for barging in so impolitely!"

What? !

Cen Huan froze, glanced at the audience, and silently gritted his teeth.

No wonder there were only so few people who came in just now, so they went to the wrong place.

The damn opening ceremony...wouldn't it be missed?
Thinking of Mu Heng's serious face in the morning, she quickly turned around, snatched the bag from her glasses, and was about to leave immediately.

"Stop!" The zombie suddenly spoke neatly.

Cen Huan rolled his eyelids, turned his face and gave the man with glasses a hard look, and said silently: You are dead!

"This classmate, even if he did something wrong, he should be brave enough to take responsibility instead of evading responsibility!"

"What did I do wrong?!" The little princess of the Duke's family burst out in an instant, "Didn't I just go to the wrong meeting place? It's fine to leave, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

The education she has received since she was a child is: even if you make trouble, the little uncle will be the last one!
It's just that she underestimated the skill of these old zombies from Tianhe University.

The old zombie walked down from the podium and walked straight in front of them with an angry expression on his face.

Cen Huan raised his chin without any fear, and folded his arms around his chest.

But the glasses were sweating profusely, and subconsciously stood in front of her, "Professor Yang, she is a freshman and doesn't understand anything, so don't argue with her."

"You're late too, go sit down first!"

Oh hey, it's quite loyal, Cen Huan has changed a little bit about this little glasses.

"Student, report your major and student number!"

Cen Huan shrugged, "Professional? Social etiquette!" A wonderful profession specially developed for the upper class.

"As for the student number... sorry... I haven't remembered it yet!"

The old man was so angry that his face was livid. He watched Cen Huan for a long time before choking out a few words, "As a freshman, you can't even remember your student number!"

"No need to say more, and don't explain, the [-]-word review must appear on my desk the morning after tomorrow."

The old man said it almost in a growl, and the saliva flew straight, Cen Huan immediately took a step back in disgust.

Everyone in the room stared at her disgusted expression and gasped in unison.

Sure enough, the old zombie also caught her little movement.

"you……"

Cen Huan swallowed her saliva, she was actually a little afraid of this kind of antique, and to be precise, there was no way to solve it.

Suddenly, there was a clear sound of leather shoes, rising step by step from the steps outside the venue.

The surrounding area was quiet, only the panting of the old zombie, and these mysterious voices.

He walked in gradually, into the auditorium against the light.

He didn't bring a single soldier, but just walked in with Mu Heng, but it was dazzling enough.

"My God! Is that the First Duke?"

"He's even more handsome in person than on TV!"

"God, why did he appear here?"

There was a lot of whispering underneath, and Cen Huan raised his chin unconsciously, with a lot of confidence.

(End of this chapter)