Dear Commander-in-Chief

Fall in love with you Kanshu..

Feng Yangchu frowned even tighter: "Why hand in the registration form to the principal's office so early? What if some students haven't had time to register? What are you rushing to eat at noon, so you can't wait for the students in the office? One meal What's important! Besides, the list was handed over without showing it to me!"

The female teacher was scolded from head to toe.

Some grievances: "Dean Feng, you didn't watch it in previous years, didn't you always say it was casual?"

Because in the past few years, no satisfactory students have been recruited for each exam.

Even those with high test scores were criticized by Dean Feng as being useless and useless.

Therefore, Feng Yangchu gradually regarded this special entrance examination as tasteless.

No student can satisfy him!

They are all a group of nerds who only know how to take exams!

What is the use?

Therefore, he has not cared about the entrance examination for several years.

It's all the teachers below who are step by step, organizing the exam according to the tradition, just going through the motions.

After Feng Yangchu lost his temper, his beard twitched, knowing that it was useless to be angry with the teacher who was handling the matter.

If the principal's office has already printed the examination notice, arranged the examination numbers, and announced all the lists, it will be too late!

Because the addition of candidates halfway will let everyone know that the candidates came in through the back door!

He hates going through the back door the most.

How could that little girl become a relationship household that everyone talked about and despised?

After thinking about it, he threw down the registration form:

"The old man went to the principal's office in person."

Sign up for that girl before the list is officially announced!

All the way to the principal's office.

Huh?

The principal is not here?

Feng Yangchu sat on the principal's office chair,

He casually flipped through the stack of official registration forms from the School of Pharmacy.

Haven't waited to finish.

There was only a sound of footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door, as if two students were arguing.

One said: "Didn't you go to make records for the Disciplinary Office?"

Another sighed: "Hi, got kicked out halfway!"

"what happened?"

"That Gu Qiqi, I didn't see it, she has a background! I thought she was a poor girl from the countryside!"

"What background?"

"...A super handsome man, who speaks with great power! No one dares not to listen to him, anyway, he is a super awesome boss... Even the principal is afraid..."

"Wow, it's her father?"

"Of course not. How could he be a father at that age? Besides, I heard from Gu Xuexue and the others that Gu Qiqi's father went to prison, and she was raped by a man in high school! It is not at all important for her to be admitted to our Imperial Military Medical University." Rely on strength!"

"Ah, I did this kind of thing at a young age, tsk tsk..."

"Oh, otherwise, how can I convince the principal to let the principal—"

Feng Yangchu listened in the room, the more he listened, the worse his complexion became.

Is Gu Qiqi's tutor so bad?

With a father in prison?

Being raped by a man in high school?

What did she ask the principal to do for her, to make up for her through the back door?

Happily.

When the two students talked about the critical moment, they stopped talking.

"Hi principal!"

"Principal, you are back!"

It turned out to be the principal's old man, who had just returned from the Disciplinary Office. Because he solved the problem of Gu Qiqi being framed, he made the old man happy, and he also felt happy.

So when I saw two students wandering around the door, I was not angry, but smiled and said: "Well, good! Good!"

Push the door.

He saw Feng Yangchu sitting in front of his desk.

Much happier.

"Yo, brother Chu... a rare visitor."

It was rare for Feng Yangchu to show up, and the principal was quite surprised.

Feng Yang's face was darkened, his eyes fell on the piece of paper that the old principal was clutching in his hand.

The more you look at it, the more it looks like a registration form!