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Chapter 334 Casting a High Platform(1/2)

"Why are you back?"

The vice principal looked at Su Mo and was a little confused.

Su Mo shook the fan gently: "Just a brainless reckless man."

"He won't be hot for a while."

As he said that, he took off his robe and cut off the long-sleeved sleeve inside, turning it into a vest-like shape.

He took out a few small wireless fans and put them on his robe.

He even prepared some ice cubes to put them in his pocket in case of emergency, and then he slowly put his robe on again.

Gently shaking the feather fan, he regained his elegant temperament again.

The vice principal just watched silently.

Thinking a little.

Suddenly he spoke: "Do you need me to keep it a secret for you?"

"You have graduated, and your credits have probably been squandered."

"Then... ten thousand yuan."

"Or I'll call now and tell Bai Yu."

As he said that, the vice principal slapped his cell phone on the table and opened the collection QR code.

Su Mo's hand shaking the folding fan froze.

"Oh..."

"hehe..."

"Old...Principal! I, Su Mo, Yong..."

Su Mo gritted his teeth and muttered while transferring money.

But at this moment, several messages suddenly popped up on the vice principal's mobile phone communication.

‘Xu Yuanqing: Great Vice President, please give me a month’s salary.’

‘Xu Yuanqing: I just absorbed the phoenix tears and my clothes were burned out.’

‘Xu Yuanqing: You can’t let me run naked to attend the graduation ceremony!’

‘Xu Yuanqing: Isn’t it okay to be my biological father?’

Those tragic news seemed to be silently telling something.

Su Mo, who originally wanted to make a few harsh words, suddenly realized it in an instant. He was not strong enough, so don’t mess with the vice principal, otherwise Xu Yuanqing’s lessons would be like...

Even Yuan Qingshan, who went back to the college a few days ago...

All kinds of past...

A chill.

Su Mo took a deep breath, and without hesitation deleted the 10,000 yuan he had just entered in the transfer list, changed it to 20,000 yuan, and transferred it over.

"I have been to the Ink Academy for five years, thank you very much."

Looking at the gentle and kind face of the vice principal, Su Mo said "sincerely", then hurriedly opened the door and left.

The vice principal's expression did not change at all throughout the whole process.

Just a smile.

He leaned on the chair, looked at the surveillance camera of the college, muttering: "I was... the biggest thorny head of the Mo Academy back then."

"Otherwise, how can you guys be able to control you guys?"

He chuckled and shook his head, as if he had thought of something. Looking at the bloody and tears of Xu Yuanqing's message, the vice principal thought: "Absorbing the phoenix tears, the road to awakening seven times should have been paved."

"The money... don't need to be too harsh."

"After the five awakenings, one awakening...agata..."

I felt a little sad, and even a little lonely, as if I was expressing regrets to no longer be able to squeeze Xu Yuanqing.

"But the days when bullying Xiao Xu are really nostalgic."

“Huh?”

"He always starts a business, goes bankrupt, and ends up not saving money. As his senior, I help him save money...reasonable!"

"Well, the squeeze must continue!"

For a moment, the vice principal ignited his fierce fighting spirit again.

‘Lend you 200 and buy clothes.’

‘Interest 1,000 will be deducted from wages.’

After typing this sentence with satisfaction, Xu Yuanqing turned 200 yuan over, put down his cell phone, and looked at the surveillance camera. The vice principal was very happy for a moment, and was humming songs constantly, waiting quietly for the graduation ceremony two hours later.

At this time, there were also constant discussions in their Mo Academy work group.

Graduation ceremony, all school leaders...

All are to be attended.

‘Not to be a funny guy (Day 3!!): You guys say, wouldn’t it be nice if I stole the limelight from students at the graduation ceremony?’

‘Not to be a funny guy (day 3!!): But I am so kind, I will definitely be the focus of attention of the audience...Fuck!’

‘I don’t think of a funny guy (the first day...): I’m hiding.’

‘I want to be a funny guy (n day): envy...’

A very simple conversation.

The vice principal just glanced at it, curled his lips, and then turned on the computer sneakily, opened the video more skillfully, and started watching it with a silly smile.

...

College playground.

At the center, a high platform has been built.

It looks extremely grand.

But there was not even a chair in the audience, and there was obviously no intention of preparing seats for these visiting students.

Time passes minute by minute.

afternoon.

Two o'clock.

When the sun is the strongest.

The bell that had been silent for a long time in the depths of the Mo Academy suddenly rang.

The sound kept echoing in the Ink Academy.

Inner courtyard.

A gray-haired old man took off to the sky and stood with his hands behind his back, emitting a tremendous energy that attracted attention.

"Mo Academy..."

"Graduation Ceremony!"

"open!"

The principal suddenly let out a violent cry at the forefront of everyone.

A famous teacher took off from all corners of Mo Academy, lined up in two rows, and landed on the platform.

As soon as Xu Yuanqing rushed into the gate of the Mo Academy, a surging flame emanated from his body, and the scorching energy instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The phoenix is ​​flying.

The flames came more intense and more pure than before.

Extremely high temperature.

The phoenix itself is also clearer, and even a little spirituality is revealed in its eyes, stretching its body in the air.

Xu Yuanqing came on the fire.

It landed on the platform almost instantly.

Without the smiles of the past, Xu Yuanqing was particularly serious at this moment, including those teachers who laughed and disrespectful to the old, all had solemn expressions.

There is no maverickness, nor is there a habitual pretentiousness.

Xu Yuanqing stood honestly in the queue.

Leave a channel.

A student, with envy or curiosity in his eyes, poured into the playground.
To be continued...
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