This president was contracted by me

"I'll go, that old guy has been staring at you!" The little fat man had bright eyes, covered his mouth with one hand, and tugged at Han Jinghui's sleeve with the other, and said in a low voice.

Han Jinghui raised his eyes, and he caught sight of Professor Wu looking over.Although he did show his face in front of Professor Wu yesterday, he shouldn't pay so much attention to him, right? !

The little fat man was filled with righteous indignation: "I think that old guy probably has his eyes on you. You don't know what happened yesterday about you and that Gu Gui. They actually said... that you threesome!"

"What is 3P?" Han Jinghui asked puzzled.At this moment, Professor Wu tapped the tabletop with his fingers: "Ten minutes of rest between classes."

Strange, didn't Professor Wu say that he didn't finish class?Speaking of which, he planned to secretly go to the bathroom later.

"You don't even know this?!" After class, the classroom became noisy, and the little fat man also let go of his voice.Han Jinghui looked helplessly at the fuss of the other party, as if not knowing what 3P meant was like the world was about to be destroyed.

"That's right, the one with the three of them!" The little fat man blinked, blushing.

"What?" Han Jinghui was confused.

"..." The little fat man was really surprised now, but he didn't have the nerve to continue: "It's that old guy, just ignore him."

"Which old guy?" A faint voice came from above the heads of the two, and the little fat man suddenly trembled, hehehe, it's Professor Wu...

"I said that old guy of my father..." the little fat man swallowed.

The smile on Professor Wu's face deepened. He tugged at the little fat man's cheek, and Han Jinghui's hands were itchy when he saw the soft flesh: "Pangpang Wu, can you say it again?"

Speaking of which, the little fat man is also surnamed Wu...Han Jinghui looked at his nose, his nose, his nose, and his heart. He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary!

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts, old man, please be gentle, someone is watching from behind!" The little fat man cried out in pain, but Han Jinghui didn't see a trace of traces on his white and tender face.

Professor Wu withdrew his hand unsatisfactorily: "Come on, you are the only one who is poor. Are you Han Jinghui?"

Han Jinghui nodded, although he didn't quite understand why the topic came to him all of a sudden.

Professor Wu smiled, with faint crow's feet in the corners of his eyes: "He's skilled and good-looking," and nodded in satisfaction, "Study hard, and take care of this fat man."

Han Jinghui, who didn't know how to react, still nodded.

When Professor Wu returned to the podium to continue the class, the little fat man dared to talk to Han Jinghui in secret: "Hey, I just said that this old guy has a crush on you, Ma Dan, he still wants to eat young grass when he is old. Brother Hui, Speaking of which, who was the man who came to pick you up yesterday?"

"Huh?" Han Jinghui was taken aback, but quickly replied, "Friend."

"Just a friend? But you defend him so much..."

Han Jinghui asked suspiciously, "Maintenance?"

"Don't you know, didn't you watch the live broadcast of the news last night? Brother Hui, your fighting posture is so handsome, and just that one move made that Gu or something so painful that he cried for his mother and ran away. Brother Hui, I I'm calling you brother, teach me!" The little fat man made a Xizi holding a heart.

"I'm all wild, I got it out of fighting when I was young,

Han Jinghui thought for a while, "You mean the news has already been broadcast?" ! "

"That's right, it was broadcast last night, and now you are the most famous freshman in D University! Brother Hui, I'm just messing with you. Isn't it easy to get a girl?"

"..." Han Jinghui didn't answer. He was both secretly happy to have hurt Gu Moheng, and worried about Gu Gui's situation. After all, once this program was broadcast, Gu Gui's family affairs would inevitably be exposed. Will it leave a shadow in Gu Gui's heart? It seems that it is imperative to take psychology as an elective.

But soon, Han Jinghui didn't have the heart to worry about others...

"Han Jinghui, come to the auditorium after class."

D University is a century-old school, and many buildings have historical charm, such as the auditorium in front of Han Jinghui. Legend has it that famous figures mentioned words here during the founding period.Han Jinghui raised his head, and the words "Grand Auditorium" were written vigorously and powerfully. The three big characters, which were as black as ink, were inlaid on the red plaque, which looked both festive and profound.

Han Jinghui stopped to look at it for a while, then walked in.In his opinion, this word is not comparable to his grandfather's superb facial features.

The speed of the fan group is astonishing. The local fans in Province B assembled in just one night.They vowed that, as the first vanguard to find Mizuki Daidai, they will definitely bring back the good news of victory!

Even the headmaster, who was mentally prepared, was taken aback by the situation in front of him. He swallowed his saliva. According to his visual inspection, nearly ten thousand people came—the auditorium used to accommodate new students was about to be full!

As soon as Han Jinghui walked in, he felt the chaos of voices from all directions. You can imagine how noisy the whole scene is when thousands of people chat together.

"Everyone be quiet, don't scare the children!" The principal stood in the middle of the auditorium, relying on the volume of the microphone to stand out from the crowd, "Stop your screaming, I hope this child will not let you down." The principal smiled, and he I believe that Professor Wu must have conveyed the spirit of the school to Han Jinghui, and he is full of expectations for this meeting.

"..." Did he go to the wrong place?

The noisy auditorium suddenly fell silent, and Han Jinghui saw a bald middle-aged man walking to him from the stage: "Did Professor Wu tell you everything?"

say what?Are you calling me to the auditorium?Han Jinghui nodded.

"Then you go up and talk about it, haha, then you will be a member of the school's student union!" The principal laughed, with a kind expression on his face.

Han Jinghui got on the stage because he didn't know, and he realized that there were many "paparazzi" carrying cameras around him, and being watched by so many people, he suddenly became at a loss: "Big, everyone..."

Everyone kept silent, but this just made Han Jinghui even more embarrassed.

"Thank you paparazzi for your hard work," the little fat man said, and the paparazzi praised the reporters for their pervasiveness. Shouldn't it be true?He gritted his teeth, "It's the first time I'm speaking in front of so many people, I'm a little nervous, especially now that I don't know what's going on..."

"I wonder if there is any kind-hearted person willing to help me out?" Han Jinghui smiled, and his two lovely dimples won the favor of many people.

"Little handsome guy, do you know Shuimu Zhiyuan?" Someone stood up from the audience.

The principal wiped the sweat off his forehead. Didn't Professor Wu promise to mention Han Jinghui?Not reliable at all!

Professor Wu, who was continuing his class in the classroom, sneezed, who was nagging me?Alas, people are getting old and their memory is fading. I seem to have forgotten something just now?

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who Mizuki Zhiyuan is." Han Jinghui spread his hands, silently cursing in his heart that someone has such a name now. Is his surname Shui or Mizuki?

There was an uproar in the audience, they had worked so hard to find the clues of Mizuki Abyss so quickly ended?

Han Jinghui looked at the principal and asked with his eyes what should he do now?Unexpectedly, the headmaster also had a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.

The principal of University D has no doubt that if today's live broadcast is reported like this, his head will definitely turn into a Sahara desert, for sure!The only way out now is to stabilize those journalist friends first... That brat Han Jinghui, who taught him to call reporters paparazzi!It must be that old guy, Professor Wu, who can't do this well...

"Although I don't know the Mizuki Abyss you are looking for, and I don't know why I am standing here to talk to you today, but my grandfather told me that if you come, you will be safe. I think I should say something now?" the principal said. I was in a hurry, when I heard the voice of the microphone suddenly, I was stunned.

Han Jinghui had a little sweat on his forehead. He practiced medicine with his grandfather for many years, so he managed to cultivate his mentality.He cleared his throat and continued: "Just now I heard someone say that they came from S City, and they traveled so far, everyone must be tired, why don't you sit down for a while, and I'll make you some tea? "

These people are as young as fourteen or five years old, as old as three or 40 years old, and they are all fans of Mizuki Zhiyuan.Some people couldn't sit still and left cursingly. The rest of them sat where they were, but the whispering became louder.

They were also very curious about what this friend, whom Shuimu Zhiyuan had personally admitted, was going to say.

Han Jinghui breathed a sigh of relief. He could see that the principal attached great importance to these people. As a student, it was right to help the teacher who taught them some of the puzzles.He stepped off the stage, asked the principal to borrow a pen and paper, wrote a line, said something, and returned to the stage.

"I'm a stupid person, and I don't know much about big principles. Let's just tell some little stories that my grandfather used to tell me when I was young." Han Jinghui's voice was very soft, exaggerating, it was as comfortable as a breeze blowing through the ears.

"Do you know the herbal medicine Dipsacus? A long time ago, there was a quack doctor, whose family practiced medicine for generations. He traveled between villages every day, collecting herbs, selling them, and treating people's diseases."

"One day, when the doctor came to a village, he heard someone crying from a distance. The doctor wondered, what happened to someone's house? He hurried over to take a look, and saw a handsome young man who was alone. He was lying on the bed dismayed, his whole body oozing with death. His family surrounded him and wept loudly, but the young man remained motionless."

"The young man lay timidly on a big straw mat," Han Jinghui made a big gesture, "Everyone gathered around the side. The doctor held the young man's wrist, hey, guess what?"

"Fake corpse?" Someone in the audience exclaimed.

"...It's not that exaggerated, it's just that he's still alive," Han Jinghui swallowed, and when he heard boos from the audience, his expression turned pale.He likes to listen to stories told by storytellers in the village, and his tone and actions are evocative.

"But the doctor found that the young man was still alive, so he hurriedly asked an old man next to him, "Who is he?" The old man was crying, and said with a sob, "Hey, my son!" The doctor heard this and asked. : "How did you die?" The old man replied: "He had a high fever and died suddenly." The doctor continued to ask: "How long has he been dead?" The old man replied: "It's been an hour."

"Lang Zhong's eyes lit up: 'Don't cry, he can still be saved!' After finishing speaking, he..."

"Oh? Here comes what I want, please wait for a moment."