He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

This is such an explosive amount of information!

Wang Hao froze on the spot.

That smug face instantly twisted and deformed.

The redness spread rapidly from the base of the neck to the top of the forehead.

Always together?

These five words are even more lethal than so-called laxatives.

Why should I?!

I've been chasing you for half a year with loads of cash, and you haven't even given me a second glance.

You actually testified in public for this poor scumbag who drinks free soup every day.

Even at the risk of offending the head of the teaching department?

Wang Hao's back molars were grinding together.

He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles cracked.

He wished he could rush up right now and tear Yang Guang to pieces and devour him alive.

Yang Guang stood at the back.

She couldn't help but reach out and scratch her messy hair.

What a good girl!

That's a very ambiguous statement!

Those who know us will think we're handling the old sergeant's funeral arrangements, but those who don't might think I've done something to you!

You've ruined my good reputation with the five cents I just earned!

The dean of students was publicly refuted by Yu Zixin, and his reflective braised egg turned even redder with anger.

He raised his hand and slammed it heavily on the blackboard slot.

Chalk dust fell down in a flurry.

"Yu Zixin!"

"You're a top student who's always been number one in your grade, why are you joining this rotten apple?"

"This matter has already been investigated by the school board!"

"We have both witnesses and physical evidence!"

"Even if the King of Heaven himself were here today, Yang Guang must be fired immediately!"

The man in the suit also stepped forward at the opportune moment.

He tugged at his expensive silk tie, adopting an air of superiority.

He stared at Teacher Huang with a forced smile: "Teacher Huang."

"We are dealing with a black sheep in the school. If you dare to say another word to obstruct us, the school board will have no choice but to hold you, the homeroom teacher, accountable as well!"

Teacher Huang was at her wit's end.

She was usually an honest and conscientious teacher, and had never seen a school board member personally exert pressure like this.

His lips trembled slightly, but he still declared righteously, "If the school can't even distinguish right from wrong, then I'm very disappointed in the school!"

Yang Guang couldn't stand it anymore.

He strode forward, blocking Teacher Huang's path, and looked at the head of the teaching department with disdain.

In Yang Guang's eyes, a thick, impenetrable cloud of black mold was swirling around the fat man's head.

The black mist was frantically drilling down from the top of his head.

Bad luck is upon me!

Within half a day, there will surely be bloodshed!

Yang Guang suddenly laughed.

He raised his right hand, his index finger pointing in the direction of the dean's forehead.

"You're firing me, right?"

Yang Guang clicked his tongue twice.

"director."

"Did you look in the mirror before you left the house before firing me?"

"Your forehead."

"It's so black it's almost shiny."

"It's even blacker than the bottom of my cast iron pot that I bought in 1982 and have never washed since!"

"I can fire you."

"But don't come begging me then."

The classroom fell silent once again.

Everyone stared at Yang Guang with wide eyes.

Are you crazy?

What time is it?

I'm about to be kicked out.

Are you still here telling fortunes and palmistry?

The head of the teaching department was so angry he was trembling all over.

He raised his short, chubby finger and pointed it straight at Yang Guang's nose.

"You bastard!"

"Unrepentant!"

"How dare they openly insult their superiors and pretend to be some kind of supernatural being?"

"security guard!"

"Call security right now!"

"Get this disrespectful brat out of school!"

Yang Guang completely ignored him, saying nonchalantly, "No need to rush me, I can walk by myself."

That's all!

Yang Guang turned to leave, too lazy to even pack his things.

Honestly.

He really didn't want to go to school; not having a diploma doesn't mean he's uneducated.

I've been reading those ancient books and classics at home since I was a child. Although I can't recite them perfectly, I can at least recite them word for word.

If it weren't for my stubborn grandfather insisting that the Yang family had never produced a college student...

If Yang Guang really wanted to go to university just for fun, he wouldn't have stayed at school long ago.

Yu Zixin looked at Yang Guang anxiously.

But at this moment, Teacher Huang pulled Yang Guang aside and advised, "Yang Guang, don't be impulsive. I am your homeroom teacher. You don't need to handle this matter."

"Go back to your seat and sit down!"

"Director, school board member, let's talk outside."

The obese headmaster remained completely still.

His reflective braised egg was dazzling under the incandescent light.

He flicked the black briefcase tucked under his arm and scoffed, "What's there to talk about?"

"What's there to talk about?"

"Teacher Huang, there's no room for negotiation on this matter, so don't waste your energy."

"It's settled then!"

He pointed his stubby finger straight at Yang Guang's nose: "Tell him to pack his things and get out of here!"

"Third Middle School can't afford to lose face like this!"

The man in the suit tugged at his haute couture silk tie, glanced at Teacher Huang with a condescending look, and said in a tone full of warning: "Teacher Huang."

"If you continue to cover it up, even your annual performance review will be canceled."

Yang Guang had his hands tucked into the pockets of his faded sweatpants.

He lifted his right foot and casually tapped it twice on the ground.

You think you can scare me with this level of skill?

The black aura on your foreheads is almost solidifying!

Instead of hurry up and find a temple to kowtow and burn incense, why are you still spouting nonsense at me?

however.

Right at this critical juncture.

Suddenly, a series of extremely frantic footsteps came from outside the corridor.

The rubber-soled leather shoes slammed onto the terrazzo floor with a loud thud.

Accompanied by extremely rapid breathing.

A chubby middle-aged man in a baggy security guard uniform rushed toward the classroom door like a cannonball.

Because he ran too fast.

He couldn't stop the car and crashed headfirst into the metal door frame.

Clang!

The black walkie-talkie flew out of his hand.

It rolled twice on the ground.

It emitted a piercing electrical buzzing sound.

But the chubby security guard didn't even bother with the walkie-talkie; instead, he gripped the door frame tightly with both hands, panting heavily.

Sweat streamed down his darkened face: "Director...Director!"

"It's...it's very important, please come out for a moment..."

The head of the teaching department was startled by the sudden commotion.

His face immediately darkened.

He glared fiercely at the security guard: "What are you doing!"

"What kind of behavior is this, acting so recklessly?"

"Can't you see I'm dealing with the school's scoundrels?"

The security guard swallowed hard and pointed outside the door.

"But……"

"There's no 'but' about it!"

The head of student affairs abruptly waved his hand, interrupting him with an air of righteous indignation: "Say what you have to say right here!"

"This is a good opportunity to show everyone how resolute and efficient our school is in handling emergencies!"

"Anyone who disrupts school order is out of here today!"

The security guard was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh, and his voice cracked.

"director!"

Someone's dead!

The air froze instantly.

The soft breathing sounds that had been filling the classroom were completely cut off in that instant.

Dozens of people's eyes all fell on the security guard.

You could hear a pin drop.

The dean of students' minds suddenly tightened, and even the glossy surface of the reflective braised eggs dimmed slightly.

He took half a step forward in disbelief: "What did you say?"