Dear Commander-in-Chief

Director Zhao shook after hearing this.

what?

Sir... Lord?

He suddenly woke up.

I couldn't believe it and couldn't help but confirm, tentatively glanced at the man on the main seat.

This look.

He couldn't help but feel excited!

How can the man's decisive, cold and icy killing all over his body belong to ordinary people?

No wonder the man's aura was overwhelmed just now.

It turns out he is Sir Alex!

The legendary living Hades!

It's ridiculous that when Sir Alex Ferguson entered the door, he overtook the sentence "Do you know who I am?"

At that time, Sir Alex Ferguson's answer, "Do I need to know who you are?" was really a truth!

In his small role, he can see the commander-in-chief of the three armies aloft, and it is no longer a blessing that he has cultivated in a few lifetimes.

How dare to question Sir Alex Ferguson?

Dare to move the person that Sir Alex is protecting?

At this moment, Director Zhao wanted to go back in time and don't provoke Gu Qiqi even if he was killed.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Adjutant Lu put away the phone and coldly ordered: "Aren't you getting out?"

Director Zhao weakened his legs and leaned over and kowtowed his head on the ground: "Lord, the little one has eyes but no knowledge of Mount Tai. Let it go..."

Adjutant Lu frowned: "You don't deserve to be a cow or a horse, go away!"

The old principal smacked his lips secretly, Sao Nian, the old man reminded you, alas, you have to die.

Adjutant Lu was too lazy to continue talking nonsense, and directly took Director Zhao by the collar of the back of his neck and pulled him out of the door.

indoor.

Only Gong Jue, Gu Qiqi and the old principal were left.

For a while, it was a little awkwardly quiet.

The old principal coughed dryly: "Well, I have something to do, you talk, you talk slowly."

The soles of the feet slipped.

at last.

Only Gong Jue and Gu Qiqi were left in the room.

"come."

The man sat coldly on the main seat and patted his thigh.

==

College of Pharmacy.

It just arrived at work time.

Feng Yangchu, who had never seen the head of the dragon, came to the office for inspection first.

"Ahem, what are you up to?"

"Dean of Reporting Style, we are preparing for this year's special entrance exam for freshmen."

"Bring me all the registration forms!"

"Okay, Dean Feng! Uh... the original has been delivered to the principal. I have a copy here."

The female teacher passed up a stack of registration forms.

Although the School of Pharmacy is now in decline, it is no longer as brilliant.

However, because the special entrance examination of the School of Pharmacy has always been very high-level, if you can pass this examination, you still have the opportunity to be assigned to a great tutor.

And the pass rate is abnormally low!

Exams are abnormally difficult!

Therefore, many students from other schools who look down on the School of Pharmacy will be eager to try.

I want to pass this exam to prove my abilities.

There are so many people who signed up.

There are thirty or forty visually.

Feng Yangchu looked at the pile of registration forms over and over, but frowned: "Did you miss one?"

The female teacher touched her chin: "No... they are all here, there are 39 people in total. I rushed to the principal's office at noon for filing."

Feng Yangchu watched it again.

I thought to myself, why is there no such cunning girl?

Obviously at noon, I saw that girl coming over and preparing to sign up.

Could it be...

He suddenly remembered that when he saw that girl was venting for the freshman in the pharmacy school, time was lost, and the teacher had already left work.

It turned out that she didn't have time to sign up!