Global high martial arts dead air panel

Chapter 77 School starts

Guo Shengye could escape the first grade of junior high school, but he could not escape the fifteenth grade.

On the registration day for new students on September 1st, Huang Jing and others could not find Guo Shengye, so they started bombarding them with phone calls.

Now Guo Shengye is not only a student, but as the vice-principal of Mowu and one of the representatives of Mowu, he cannot be absent on such a day.

That is to say, Guo Shengye is lazy and delegates power to others to do the things he can usually do without doing.

Otherwise, it would have been overwhelmed by office documents.

For example, that Fang Ping was struggling at the school gate.

Huang Jing and Wu Kuishan stood on the roof looking at the huge Mowu campus, feeling quite emotional.

Wu Kuishan's face was not pretty and he said: "You can laugh if you want."

Huang Jing's face turned red from suppressing his laughter. Did he think Wu Kuishan was blind?

Huang Jing couldn't help but laugh when he saw Wu Kuishan recently, always thinking of Guo Shengye's smooth touch.

The Snake King of Mowu has never suffered such a loss.

Not only Huang Jing, but everyone present will never forget that scene in a short time.

Wu Kuishan has also been very annoyed recently. When faced with the teasing of his fellow disciples, he cannot be beaten or scolded.

These people are so annoying.

But there is a good thing. When Lu Fengrou saw him recently, although she still didn't give him a good look, she would at least smile.

Wu Kuishan was as happy with this as ever.

The two were talking about the new changes in Mowu on the rooftop. Guo Shengye received a bombardment of phone calls and packed up and went out.

Guo Shengye arrived very quickly. Today he was dressed in white. His long sleeves and trousers were all white. He looked very fresh and clean.

On the podium of playground No. 1, Guo Shengye stood in the center.

The freshmen below were discussing in low voices the people on the stage.

A girl screamed a little: "I finally saw Guo Shengye with my own eyes!"

When the girl next to her heard this, she asked with excitement of finally finding the organization: "Ah, are you here for Guo Shengye too?"

"Yes, yes! I decided to chase him when I was watching the national exchange competition!"

"Sister, the pursuit you are talking about is the pursuit of star chasing?"

"Of course! My brother is a god descended from heaven, how can a mortal be worthy of him!"

The two girls were talking excitedly here, attracting the nearby girls: "UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMe, me too, what kind of star are you chasing? Isn't it nice to chase Guo Shengye?"

"Brother's legs are not legs."

"Spring Waters on the Seine."

"Brother's waist is not a waist."

"Death-killing Saburo's Scimitar!"

Gradually, more and more girls gathered around here.

People standing on the rostrum have sharp ears and eyes, so they can naturally hear the chatter of people in the audience.

The eyes he looked at Guo Shengye became more and more strange. Guo Shengye took a step forward and said: "Quiet!"

His expression was indifferent, and there was no sign of happiness or anger. He was still young but had the temperament of a superior person.

The students below were silent, and the girls in the circle all had inexplicable aunty smiles on their faces.

"Fang Ping, roll call."

Guo Shengye looked around the rostrum. They were all leading members of the martial arts club, including new students and old students.

He called Fang Ping's name. Fang Ping was the person with the highest level among them, and his name was the loudest and most widely spread.

The roll call was almost noon, and although the freshmen in the audience were dissatisfied, they did not dare to speak out.

After all, the one on the stage, Senior Guo, who was only one year older than them, was an eighth-grade master.

As long as he stood there, the new students would not dare to be presumptuous.

Fang Ping finished reading the name in one breath, and his mouth went dry.

He hadn't rested for a while when he heard the shameless voice of Guo Shengye: "Introduce a thing or two to the new students."

This is not child labor, Fang Ping is an adult.

When Guo Shengye stood on the stage, it was enough for him to maintain his superior demeanor.

It's so happy to be a capitalist.

Guo Shengye glanced at Fang Ping and saw that although he was tired, he was enjoying himself. He didn't understand why someone working part-time could be so happy.

This is the legendary King of Rolls.

Guo Shengye slightly moved away from Fang Ping. Fang Ping was confused, but he did not stop his threats to the new students: "From this class onwards, no one will become a warrior, no tutors will be assigned, and classes will be taught in large classes!"

Fang Ping has not discussed this with anyone.

But the new nominal instructor, Guo Shengye, nodded in agreement, this is the best.

He is only nineteen years old, so he only accepts any students and gives them large classes occasionally.

Zhang Yu asked quietly from the side: "You don't seem to be qualified to accept students, right?"

As a communication bridge between the martial arts club and the school, he is better informed than the average martial arts second generation.

Guo Shengye: "..."

Yes, because Guo Shengye’s way of cultivation was too wild, Wu Kuishan proposed to make fun of his qualifications to accept students, and all the teachers unanimously approved.

Guo Shengye smiled and said: "I don't accept it because I don't want to accept it."

It’s not that I can’t accept it, do you understand?

Zhang Yu understood the threat in Guo Shengye's eyes and silently took a step back.

After Fang Ping finished his lecture, Guo Shengye still said calmly: "Disband."

Guo Shengye's voice was not loud, but it seemed to ring in the ears of every new student. This hand really opened their eyes.

After the freshmen left one after another, Fang Ping shouted dissatisfied: "You said four words from the beginning to the end, silence and dismissal."

Fu Changding reminded: "Eight words, and four words 'Fang Ping, roll call'."

Fang Ping glared at the sluggish person and said boldly and provocatively: "I think you have been corrupted by the leadership. You fished in troubled waters on the orientation day. This makes me particularly sad. You have lost your original intention at that time!"

Fu Changding said silently: "Brother Ye's original intention at that time was to be the president in name only. He has not lost his original intention."

Zhang Yu also nodded in agreement and joked: "I think you have lost your original intention and want to usurp power and rebel."

Oops, I got it right.

Fang Ping bit the bullet and continued: "I suggest you step aside and let someone with more original intention, passion and enthusiasm for work be the president of the martial arts club."

He and Guo Shengye made an agreement at the beginning.

If Fang Ping reaches the fifth level in half a year, let Fang Ping be the president.

Fang Ping has not yet reached the fifth level, while Guo Shengye has already reached the eighth level.

Fang Ping was really afraid of being his second-in-command for the rest of his life.

I can't beat him, I really can't beat him.

Guo Shengye looked at the fussing Fang Ping with a smile on his face, and said calmly: "I won't, no, what can you do to me?"

As Guo Shengye spoke out word by word, Fang Ping found that he was also being planted into the ground inch by inch.

By the time he finished saying the eight words, half of Fang Ping's body was in the ground and he couldn't pull it out.

Guo Shengye said condescendingly: "Stay here for half an hour and think carefully about how to show more respect to your Grandmaster Guo in the future."

"No, this is a playground, you can just plant it in the corners of my head."

Guo Shengye turned a deaf ear and left directly.

It was only half an hour anyway, and the freshmen would not return to the playground to see Fang Ping within half an hour.

The freshmen are very busy and have no time to come back and watch the fun.

The members of the martial arts club next to him were suppressing laughter, surrounding the short Fang Ping, and pointing.

Fang Ping kept his grudges one by one and wrote them down in a small notebook.

When Chen Yunxi arrived, Chen Yunxi whispered: "Fang Ping, you are so cute like this."

It's small and short, so cute.

Fang Ping's ears turned red silently, and he said in a rough voice: "Not cute at all."

Chen Yunxi is so cute

(End of chapter)