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Chapter 461 You will regret it

After Chen Guoliang came out of Ding Jin's office, he happened to run into Zheng Hai, the dean of Qingyun University's Faculty of Arts. Zheng Hai stopped, walked up to Chen Guoliang, stopped, and said, "Dean Chen, just from President Ding's place." come out?"

"Oh, I just came out from Principal Ding. What's the matter?"

"It's nothing? Seeing your disgraced face, I'm afraid you are not sure that you can win us?"

"Hmph!" Chen Guoliang said angrily, "I said Dean Zheng, you are quite boring. You have nothing to do, right? You must come to our school to find something, right?"

"Hey, I said Dean Chen, who proposed this strategy at the beginning, saying that more friendly matches between universities can not only enhance the friendship between the two schools, but also improve learning efficiency. Especially the two of us The football league organized by the school in the past few years has been good, which has improved the football skills of our two schools. In a few days, it will be the Golden Dragon Cup football match between our two schools. At that time, you will send a team to our school to compete. These are all good things, right? Dean Chen."

"Yes, of course I know what you said. You all just want to create momentum for yourself before the college entrance examination, so that you can use these things for publicity."

"Yes, five years ago, the football, basketball, table tennis, and other subjects of your Xuyang Normal University were all higher than our Qingyun University. At that time, your Xuyang Normal University held the main stadium every year. , but in the past three years, your physical education class has not cultivated a single talent, and your cultural class is also far behind. Under such circumstances, our Qingyun University will definitely attack continuously and will not give you any chance to breathe."

"You—" Chen Guoliang frowned and said, "Don't push people too much, do you think Qingyun University will definitely win this competition?"

"Ha! Dean Chen, you are very capable! Is it because you have ancestors to support you, so you think you are more capable?"

"Go away! Don't mention this matter in front of me in the future."

"Hmph! What's the air? Your son performed an ancestor worship ceremony for Yang Yifan on the outdoor stage yesterday. You should know about it, right?"

"Will you die if you don't talk? Hurry up and prepare for the game. What are you talking about? If you lose, it won't be easy for you to go back."

"Dean Chen, do you think your Xuyang Normal University will definitely win against our Qingyun University this time?" Zheng Hai said unconvinced.

"Winning against Qingyun University is like playing with mud. It's not challenging!" Chen Guoliang suddenly felt very comfortable saying these words. As for the consequences, we will talk about them later.

"Bragging, this is definitely bragging, do you dare to bet with me?"

"Bet? What to bet?"

"Still betting on your ancestors, what do you think?"

"Hmph!" Chen Guoliang thought for a while and said, "If your student loses, you call me ancestor, if my student loses, I call you ancestor, right?"

Zheng Hai nodded and said, "That's right, do you dare to bet with me!"

Chen Guoliang thought, anyway, Dong Xianling can ask Yang Yifan, as long as he has Yang Yifan's help, this Zheng Hai will definitely lose, so he said confidently, "Well, the two of us will draw up a contract, and when the time comes, whoever loses, Whoever posts the contract on a well-known website in the country, and then calls the other party three ancestors, what do you think?"

"Okay! This bet is agreed!" Zheng Hai patted Chen Guoliang on the shoulder and said, "Oh, let me tell you, Dean Chen, have you become addicted to recognizing your ancestors recently? If I win, you will have two ancestors. Hahaha……"

Chen Guoliang said: "Don't get complacent too early, you won't succeed, you are going to call me ancestor!"

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I'll go and see how your principal Ding decided on this matter."

Zheng Hai came to Principal Ding's office. He sat on a sofa unceremoniously, poured tea by himself, took a sip, put the cup on the table, and said, "Hey! Principal Ding, let me tell you something interesting about your school. I just heard that the dean of your School of Arts has an ancestor, is this true?"

"I also did an investigation on this matter. I asked some classmates and Dean Chen himself. That's right, he did recognize Yang Yifan as his ancestor because he lost a bet with others. What's wrong? Dean Zheng Any more questions?"

"Oh, I don't have any doubts anymore. Hey, I heard that Yang Yifan is just a small security guard of your academy. How could he win against Dean Chen? Isn't it too strange? As far as I know, this Chen Academy The president has always been down-to-earth when doing things, how could he lose? I really can’t figure it out! I can’t figure it out!”

"Yes, there are still many things you can't figure out, so don't think about it."

"I don't want to think about it, but I still have to think about it. Dean Chen said, if he wins this competition, I will call him the ancestor three times. If I win, he will call me three times." Shengzu, hey, do you think that Dean Chen is addicted to his ancestors?"

"You two bet again?" Ding Jin was still smiling with surprise on his face.

"Yes, it may be that Dean Chen has too much confidence in this competition."

"As long as he has confidence, you go back and prepare. From now on, until today, three days later, we will start the game."

Zheng Haidao: "Okay! Since Principal Ding has agreed, then we naturally dare not neglect, leave, I will go back and prepare! You don't have to be idle!"

Zheng Hai was about to get up, Ding Jin said while writing with a brush: "Wait a minute!"

"Principal Ding, what else is there?"

"There is one more thing I would like to ask Dean Zheng for help with."

"Hey, I really can't see it! This is your university, you ask me for help? You think too highly of me, how can I help?" Zheng Hai was surprised and excited when he heard this.

"It's not a big deal. Dean Zheng, please choose ten people from Xuyang Normal University to participate in this ancient literature history competition. If we lose, we will have no complaints." Ding Jin said to Zheng Hai calmly. Said.

Zheng Hai's eyes flickered twice, his head shook slightly, and then he looked at Ding Jin and said, "Did I hear correctly? You want me to randomly pick ten people from Xuyang Normal University to compete with my students?"

"You heard me right, that's what I said."

"If I choose students from the Department of Computer Science, or students from the Department of Physical Chemistry, do you have any objections?" Zheng Hai asked curiously again.

"No comments."

"You are looking down on our Qingyun University. Do you think that the ten people I selected this time are all scumbags. After you come here, you can crush them with just a pinch? If you think that way, you will definitely regret it."

(End of this chapter)