General, you can't marry him!

Zhuo Yifan felt the mocking eyes from the students, but there was only pity in his heart. "I didn't doubt your ability," Zhuo Yifan raised the volume, because the noise was too loud, he had to raise a few decibels to ensure that his voice could reach Darren's ears: "I just want to know, is this instrument Reliable, has it been certified? Or, have you obtained the permission of Kunya College for using it in teaching?"

Terrified, Darren suddenly understood the point of the boy's point. He pursed his lips tightly and did not answer for a moment. The knuckles of his fingers that were holding the edge of the laboratory table turned white with force. This was indeed his negligence.

The laughter of the students gradually stopped, replaced by surprised and uncertain eyes.

None of these children are fools to be admitted to Kunya. On the contrary, they all have high IQs. From the content of the conversation and the expressions of the two, they guessed something.

The look in Darren's eyes began to change from blind trust and dependence to bewilderment and disbelief.

Silent.

Zhuo Yifan sat down, bowed his head and wrote something quickly in his notebook.

Darren's face was a little pale, and he was powerless to defend: "I have tested the instrument many times, and the results are all accurate..."

The students looked at each other, wondering who Darren was explaining to.

Zhuo Yifan has made it clear that he doesn't care about it, and he still says this in vain, what's the use?

It wasn't until a few minutes later that a man in uniform knocked on the door and took Darren Cross away that they knew that all of Kunya's classrooms were equipped with high-definition [-]D cameras.

Therefore, from the initial questioning to the final rhetorical question, Zhuo Yifan made sure that the volume was loud enough and clear enough so that the people on the camera could hear his words. "That classmate, you come with me too." The man in uniform waved at Zhuo Yifan, then walked up to the podium, walked around the experimental platform, and asked Darren, "Can this thing be disassembled?"

Darren turned even paler, bit his lip and nodded.

The man in uniform smiled, showing two rows of big white teeth: "Then please take it off."

Darren unscrewed a few fixing screws, unplugged the power cord, and suggested: "This instrument is relatively heavy, so it's better to carry it with two people..." The rest of the sentence didn't go on.

Because the man in uniform had already walked up, picked up the instrument and clamped it under his arm, as if it was not a few tens of kilograms of metal, but a plush toy.

A stream of light shot up from the man's body, turned into a black eagle, flew around in the air, and landed on the shoulder of the man in uniform. His cold eyes swept around, like a king descending.The spiritual guides of those media guide students immediately lost their vigor and activity just now, and each of them remained silent, and some of them simply turned into streamers and returned to the master's spiritual realm. "Hey, classmate! That transfer student who blatantly provoked the teacher! What about you! Come quickly!" the man in uniform pointed at the back row of the classroom with one free finger, and said bluntly.

Zhuo Yifan tore off the piece of paper he had just written on, stuffed it into his pocket, and followed.

He didn't expect that the man in uniform would take them directly to the principal.

Is this matter so serious?Zhuo Yifan was a little puzzled.After all, this matter has been stopped by him, and it has not reached a real established fact, nor has it caused any serious consequences.

According to Kunya's system, this kind of thing is actually very flexible to deal with. It can be strict or tolerant. At Darren Cross's age, even in Kunya, he is also a rising star. It stands to reason that the Academy should suppress this matter and protect Darren Cross.

Kunya's principal, in the St. Lehman Empire, has a status comparable to that of the four generals who protect the country, and to a certain extent, even surpasses the status of the prince.

In his last life, he had studied in Kunya for four years, and he had never had any private contact with the principal except for a glance at major festivals.

Thinking of the gray-haired old man, Zhuo Yifan felt a little sour. In the subsequent incident, the principal of Kunya, Curtis Hobert, took all the responsibility on himself in order to keep Kunya College. That kind of courage made everyone Kunya students sincerely admire and admire him, including Zhuo Yifan.

The principal has an independent two-story building in Kunya, with a small yard filled with flowers and trees. When they entered, the principal was watering his precious flowers with a watering can.

The man in uniform pushed open the courtyard door, walked in carelessly, put the instrument under his arm on the stone table in the corridor, turned around and greeted the principal: "Uncle, I brought it for you, it's okay, I'm leaving. "

The principal put down the watering can, admired the pearl-like water droplets on the delicate petals, and responded casually. The man in uniform immediately walked towards the door as if he had received an amnesty order, without hesitation for a second.

Just as he walked to the gate of the courtyard, the headmaster's voice sounded again: "Tang Yu, let's help uncle run some more errands."

The man in uniform froze, and retracted the foot that had already stepped out of the courtyard door. His face was wrinkled like a bitter melon, and he made a face at the principal's back, but his voice was full of flattery: "Uncle, tell me. As long as I, Tang Yu If I can do it, I will definitely not hesitate at all, it is my honor to serve you!"

Zhuo Yifan's ears moved, and he quickly looked up at the man in uniform. Tang Yu, it turned out to be him.

Tang Yu, born in the Tang family, belongs to the Saint Lehman Empire, no, he is the richest son in the entire Xinghai, bar none!

The Tang family's industries are spread all over the Xinghai. According to relevant sources, the Tang family's industries may account for one percent of the entire Xinghai.

In the vast sea of ​​stars, billions of planets, what is the concept of one percent?

This amount of assets is a huge number that many people can't even imagine. In the eyes of many people, the head of the Tang family is not necessarily richer than the emperor, but as the only grandson of the Tang family, Tang Yu is definitely richer than those princes. many.

Zhuo Yifan paid attention to Tang Yu not because he was curious about this Duojin son who even equated his name with wealth, but because he was a good friend of the general.

In his last life, he only saw Tang Yu after following the general, and that was four years later. Tang Yu was also very different from now. Not to mention anything else, he still doesn't have that shocking scar on his face.

With the Tang family's financial resources and technological level, it is not difficult to get rid of this scar, but Tang Yu stubbornly keeps it.

Zhuo Yifan did not expect that Tang Yu, who had removed the scar, turned out to be such a handsome and handsome young man. Then, what happened to leave him with that scar and made him unable to let go of it for a long time?

This question was like a wild goose flying in the blue sky, and after only a moment, it was left behind by Zhuo Yifan and no longer thought about it.

"Go help uncle and call Lao Mo here." The headmaster waved his hand and walked down the corridor.

"Hey!" Tang Yu responded, and just about to go out, he heard a burst of hearty laughter: "Principal, you are catching the Tang family kid to death, and you have to let him go to press a few buttons?"

A hale and hearty old man stepped into the courtyard gate and walked in. He patted Tang Yu on the shoulder with a smile, signaling him to leave. Tang Yu peeked at the principal and did not object, and immediately left without touching the ground.

Square face, thick unlined eyebrows, majestic and fierce when not smiling, but very kind when smiling, this is Mo Qingzhai, the most accomplished and authoritative media guide master in the contemporary era, the Taishan Beidou among media guide researchers , and Darren Cross' mentor.

When Darren Cross saw him, instead of relaxing at all, his expression became even more tense, with a hint of shame in his eyes, and he lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake.

Beside the stone table, the principal Curtis Hobert picked up the teacup and poured hot tea into the two cups. The strong smell of Anji black tea immediately spread in the air, warm and sweet.

Mo Qingzhai didn't look at his students, instead, he walked up to Zhuo Yifan, looked him up and down, nodded repeatedly and said, "Not bad!"

Zhuo Yifan looked back at him in confusion, not understanding what the bright but not annoying gaze in Professor Mo's eyes meant.

Professor Mo Qingzhai's identity is too far from his. They had no contact in the last life, but he is very familiar with Professor Mo's theories and works. Zhuo Yifan respects this old man who has made a lot of achievements in the field of media guidance theory. .

"Come with me, kid." Mo Qingzhai grabbed Zhuo Yifan's arm, led him to the stone table, and unceremoniously picked up a cup of hot tea and stuffed it into his hand: "Drink first."

"Hey, Lao Mo! This is Anji black tea. I made it for you when I knew you were coming..." Curtis stared dissatisfiedly. Anji black tea is rare in the eyes of many people due to its unique fragrance and small output He has only half a catty of Anji black tea left here, and when he wants to drink it, he has to think for a long time before making up his mind to make a pot, but this old thing takes it away. Come to drink for a little guy who doesn't know his name?

A gleam flashed quickly in Curtis's eyes, and he looked at Zhuo Yifan without any trace. What's so special about this child that he can make an old man like Mo Qingzhai look at him differently?

"Since it's for me, who do you want me to drink it for? Curtis, I didn't expect you to be stingy, the dignified principal of Kunya, ah!" Mo Qingzhai gave him a white look, and signaled Zhuo Yifan not to use it. Take care of him and have a good tea.

Zhuo Yifan had no choice but to take a sip.

The dark red tea soup started to feel slightly astringent at the entrance, and then began to return to the sweetness. It turned around in the throat and swallowed, and a warmth rose in the stomach. The most incredible thing is that Zhuo Yifan noticed that his mental strength become more lively.

Sure enough, it's not Fanpin, no wonder the principal is so precious.

"Teacher..." Darren was a little at a loss. Although the teacher was strict, he always defended his shortcomings, so although he would inevitably be scolded for his actions, he would probably be fine.

But unexpectedly, things did not develop in the direction he expected.After the teacher came, he didn't even look at him, but he was kind to that nasty transfer student, and even gave him Anji black tea!

That's Anji black tea, the expensive black tea that the teacher himself is reluctant to drink in private, but it's cheap for this kid!